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Chapter 12 : Collision
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This CI was possibly the easiest to make - and it is quite possibly my favorite. I have yet to make one for chapter 11 but it'll be along shortly :)
To clear up any possible confusion - the contents of the letter are in italics. But that's only in the second "part" of this chapter. Elsewhere, it's just for emphasis. ;)
The day after I had spoken to Al, Lauren approached me after Charms. She managed to reach me before Rose could and tapped me on the shoulder. “You still wanted to talk to me, right?”
I shrugged, “I don’t know, I think you explained yourself well enough yesterday.”
“Well, regardless, I wanted to talk to you about something,” she said, following me through the corridors.
“About what?” I asked, becoming aware of Rose’s presence several paces behind us.
Lauren seemed to notice me glance over my shoulder and did so as well. Looking in my direction again, she said, “I wanted to talk to you about my brother. In particular, I wanted to know why you went to Hogsmeade with him this weekend – and don’t tell me it’s because you fancy him because I know that isn’t true.”
I stopped in the corridor; a little irritated that Lauren seemed to think she knew everything. “And how do you know that?”
Stopping as well, she said, “As I told you yesterday – I’ve overheard you and Rose talking before.”
Before Rose could decide to join us, I sighed and said, “I went with him because he was worried about you and I figured the least I could do was try to distract him. And no, I don’t fancy him, nor have I pretended to.”
“You’re still leading him on, though.”
“Well what do you want me to do?” I asked just as Rose stepped over to us.
“I just want you to be honest with him,” she said earnestly before walking off.
After she left, Rose and I continued walking to our next class. Surprisingly, she didn’t say anything for a few minutes as we walked. Then, just as I was beginning to think she was going to remain silent for the remainder of the walk, she opened her mouth. “Who was she wanting you to talk to?”
“Her brother,” I said as we passed several Slytherins around a corner.
“Oh,” Rose said as Scorpius came into view, “well, we do have our next class with the Ravenclaws, you could talk to him before it starts.”
“I know,” I said as we approached her boyfriend, “I think I will.”
Then, Rose and Scorpius embraced as I continued up a staircase to Transfiguration. When I reached the top of the stairs I spotted Lorcan and Lysander speaking to one another in hushed tones in a crowd of Gryffindors and Ravenclaws. After some careful maneuvering, I reached the twins and asked them where Josh was. The two of them pointed a bit further down the corridor, where the crowd was thinner, and I spotted him talking to Rose’s cousin, Lucy.
Josh saw me approaching and said something to Lucy before stepping over to me. “Hey,” he said quietly.
“Hey,” I echoed. “Can I talk to you for a moment?”
“Well, yeah,” he nodded. “Is there something you want to tell me?”
Nodding, I said, “I haven’t really been honest with you. I mean, I haven’t lied to you or anything, but I haven’t told you the truth either. Er,” I glanced down the corridor and noticed that Al and Luke had just joined the crowd at the top of the stairs. Looking back at Josh, I continued. “I didn’t go with you to Hogsmeade because I fancy you – I went with you because I didn’t have the spine to tell you I just want to be your friend.”
He wasn’t surprised, but I can’t say that I expected him to be. “Thanks for telling me,” he said before walking back over to Lucy, who had been watching us curiously.
I had a bloody pit in my stomach.
It was colder that day than it had been since last winter, and I was out in the Quidditch pitch by myself. We did have practice, but it wasn’t supposed to start for at least another fifteen minutes or so. Normally, I would have allowed myself more time to sleep. But, considering I had tossed and turned throughout the damned night and would keep waking up every half hour or so, I didn’t think an extra hour would make much difference.
Yes, you guessed correctly – I read my mum’s blasted letter.
As I hit the bludger I had released earlier that morning for the eighth time, my fingers vibrating from the impact, I noticed someone enter the pitch below. No, I was definitely not supposed to be beating bludgers, but for some reason I felt the need to hit something repeatedly. It was good therapy, on the one hand, allowing me to release my frustrations onto something that couldn’t feel pain. But, on the other hand, I was extremely lucky I hadn’t been knocked off my broom yet.
I know that this letter will never be enough.
Looking down, I came to the conclusion that it was Al who had just gone into the locker room to retrieve his broom. This was probably a good thing. While Al would not like what I was doing, he was a lot less likely than Rose to tell me how stupid I was for doing it. Instead, he would probably just ask me what was wrong.
I know that you may never know the circumstances surrounding my leaving, and that you may never forgive me, but I promise you that I am only trying to protect you.
And, in this instance, I wouldn’t really mind sharing. Not that I would tell him what she said in the letter or anything. But I knew that if I simply said I had read it, he would have a better understanding as to why I was beating a bludger with his bat.
The reason why I am writing this letter to you is because I want you to understand that I did not leave you or your sisters. I did not even leave your father.
Besides, I hadn’t spoken to him since Monday. Before you accuse me of being unnecessarily angry with him when he didn’t ask for Lauren to tell him my secret, let me tell you that I actually did try to talk to him. Actually, I had tried to talk to him the next day, but considering I followed him only long enough to see him meet up with Hanna again, I didn’t really get the chance to. After that I didn’t try again, and I realized on Wednesday that he was avoiding me when he had Lily tell me we were having practice on Saturday morning. So I let him, but it wasn’t as if I wasn’t busy. Between studying and Amy’s arrival I had been a bit preoccupied.
The last thing I ever wanted was to leave my family and I will always regret doing so.
I don’t know why he had been avoiding me; I can only guess that he thought I was mad at him. To be honest, I was kind of angry. But I have to admit it wasn’t because he knew. It wasn’t his fault. Lauren had told me herself that he didn’t ask her anything. She said that she had told him on a whim after he had spoken to me that night at the party. I was really just angry that he was continuing to snog Hanna. But I knew even then that I really couldn’t be angry with him for that – it wasn’t like he was my boyfriend or anything.
I watched absentmindedly as Al wrestled the bludger back into the trunk, scarcely noticing how numb my fingers were as I hovered in the air above him. I couldn’t help wondering if I should talk to Amy about mum’s letter or not. She would want to see it, but I wasn’t sure if mum meant for anyone other than me to read it. It was the last paragraph that made me think so.
Although I cannot explain my reason for leaving, I can tell you a few things. Firstly, there is more to your gift than you realize; many with the gift have used it to do terrible things. I am not simply speaking of putting another in pain, but rather of using the ability to manipulate others. It is for this reason that you must be extremely cautious when telling others about your secret. While some will think little of it, others may try to use it against you. Please heed this warning - I had to learn this the hard way, and I do not want the same to happen to you.
The last thing I have to tell you is that I love you. I always have and I always will.
My father, my three older sisters, Rose, Luke, Lauren, and Albus were the only people who knew. Although I can honestly say that I didn’t think any of these people would try to ‘use it against me,’ my mother’s words still frightened me. What if that was why she had to leave? It didn’t really make sense to me – how someone wanting to use her empathy could have led her to leave. But for some reason I felt like that was what she was trying to say.
On the other hand, the fact that she kept saying she couldn’t tell me why she left infuriated me. If she wanted to protect me then wouldn’t it have made more sense to tell me what the hell was going on?
Al’s voice brought me out of my thoughts.
“Are you okay?”
I looked at him and realized my face was practically frozen in a frown and that my eyes were stinging obnoxiously. I managed to say, “I’m frozen,” through my chattering teeth, and Al responded by insisting I go back to the changing room. I obeyed without protest, figuring that my seeking abilities would be useless if I was a gigantic popsicle, and descended.
To my surprise, Al followed me inside and sat down beside me on a large cushion. “What exactly were you doing out there?”
I looked at him, condescending. “What did it look like I was doing?”
I could tell he was resisting the urge to roll his eyes when he shut them tightly. “It looked like you were trying to get yourself knocked off your broom. But please tell me that’s not what you were doing.”
He opened his eyes and looked at me very seriously, “Good. But do you mind explaining what you were doing?”
Before I could answer, Rose stepped into the room. Considering we were huddled together in the girls’ side and practice was supposed to start in 8 minutes, I was a bit surprised that none of the other girls had shown yet. Rose stopped at the sight of us and, for a moment, smirked. But when she noticed my skin was basically blue, her face fell.
“Are you okay?” she asked, still standing in the doorway.
“She’ll be fine,” Al said, putting his arms around me. “Go ahead and start practice when it’s time. I’ll join eventually.”
“Yes sir,” Rose said mockingly, just as Al pulled his wand from his robes and conjured a curtain of drapes that put us out of sight of the rest of the room.
When he did, however, it blocked out a good amount of light. So I found myself sitting in the partial-darkness with Al’s arms around me. Under normal circumstances I would have found this extremely awkward, but considering I really was a popsicle and Al was surprisingly warm against me I really didn’t care.
We could hear Lily, Vera, and Roxanne enter the room in turn as we spoke. Each time, Rose would tell them it was just me behind the curtain and not to bother me. I don’t know why she didn’t say Al was back there, too, but I was thankful anyway. It would be entirely too questionable as to why he was in the girls’ changing room in a very small, dark space with me practically in his lap.
After he put his wand back into his robes, I could see his green eyes looking at me intently as he waited for me to say something. Quietly, I answered, “I was frustrated this morning.”
He blinked. “So you thought it was a good idea to come out here alone and beat a bludger with my bat?”
“Okay, I’ll admit it was stupid, but I wasn’t thinking straight.”
He laughed very lightly, “Obviously.”
I tried to frown at him, but the corners of my mouth twitched, “Shut up.”
“You know, I’m actually kind of impressed.” He said, rubbing my arms to warm them faster, “Most people are too afraid to play with an actual bludger at first. You might have been a decent Beater.”
“I don’t know about that,” I whispered. “I’m not very strong. I don’t have the muscles that you have.”
Al opened his mouth to say something, but then something seemed to strike him as odd. A moment later, he asked, “You’ve noticed my muscles?”
I was thankful that it was at least somewhat dark, because I could really feel the color returning to my face then. I opened my mouth as I tried to think of what to say, and then a way out seemed to hit me.
“Well, yes – but Luke’s muscles are bigger,” I whispered, fighting back a laugh as I said it.
It took him a moment to realize I was messing with him. When he did, he snorted loudly, “You’re hilarious. But, really – have you been checking me out or something?”
“What – am I not allowed to?”
“Well, of course you’re allowed to. It’s just that…”
Then we heard the girls leave the room together, and I assumed that it must be eight already.
“Just what?” I asked curiously.
I saw him shake his head slightly, and his voice grew quieter. “I don’t know. It’s nothing.”
“Do you have a problem with it?”
“Then what is it?” I pressed, not allowing him to let this go so easily. My eyes were practically boring into his as I tried to decipher what was going on. With him being so close I couldn’t ignore what he was feeling a moment ago, but now I had no idea of what he was feeling because I was so eager to hear what he had to say.
He started to say something, but shut his mouth when he saw me looking at him so intently. For a moment, I thought my heart would explode when his expression seemed to soften. It felt like we had been staring at one another for a very long time when the curtain around us was pulled open by Lily, and we snapped our heads around to look at her at the same time.
“What is it?” Al asked, suddenly annoyed.
“I was just wondering when you were going to join us, captain,” she spat back.
“I’ll be there in a minute.”
Lily looked between us again before rolling her eyes at her brother and stalking out of the room. Then Al and I started to rise, but he pushed me back down when he realized that I was getting up.
“I’d rather you stayed here,” he said strangely, getting to his feet without me.
My brows came together, “Why?”
He avoided my eyes as he said, “Because I don’t think you going from freezing to normal temperature to freezing again within a span of thirty minutes would be a good idea. The last thing we need is for you to get sick.”
I stood up then. “Al, you’re being ridiculous – Madam Pomfrey can cure a cold in a matter of hours.”
He looked at me then, his eyes very serious, “I don’t care, Delta. Just do as I ask or I’ll cancel practice altogether.”
I gritted my teeth in irritation, “You can’t do that – you know I need to practice!”
“I’m the captain and I can do whatever I want,” he said somewhat arrogantly. “Besides, we can get some practice in tomorrow.”
“So you’re going to make the team practice tomorrow anyway?”
“No,” he said shortly, “I wasn’t talking about the team – I was talking about you and me. Now if you’ll excuse me, the rest of the team is waiting on me.”
I didn’t say another word as he left the tent, figuring that arguing with him further would only piss him off. While our argument was only mildly heated, it hadn’t escalated. I knew that on my end it was because I was afraid that I would only distance him from myself. On his end, however, I didn’t know what was going on. So I sat back down on the cushion and pushed the curtains aside, wondering how I was supposed to occupy myself for the next hour.
“So, what was going on this morning?” Rose asked as we walked back up to the castle together an hour later.
“I came out and started practicing at seven.”
She looked at me like I expected she would – her jaw tensed and her brows raised in surprise. “You came out an hour before practice – in this weather?”
I rolled my eyes, “It’s not like the weather will be any different during a match.”
“Yes, but matches don’t usually last more than two hours. Besides, you will be wearing warmer clothing during a match – including gloves.”
“I couldn’t grip the bat very well with my gloves on,” I muttered, knowing that I was about to get it.
“What bat? Why did you have a bat?” Then she seemed to realize, “Delta! What in the name of Merlin were you thinking?”
“I wasn’t.” I said simply, wishing she would shut up.
She didn’t expect me to say that, so she had to take a moment to think of what to say. “That’s right – weren’t thinking – lucky you weren’t knocked off your broom – completely mental – lucky Al didn’t kick you off the team –“
I ignored the rest of what she said, considering she wasn’t forming complete thoughts but was rambling on like she was one of my parents – which was, as I’m sure you’ve figured out by now, what Rose liked to do when I did something entirely mental. Before Rose shut her mouth long enough to realize I had been tuning her out, Al came up behind us and grabbed my arm. Rose seemed to shut up when he steered me away from her and, to my surprise, she didn’t follow us. I guess she had figured she could continue with her ramblings later.
He steered me toward the greenhouses without so much as saying a word to me on the way there. When we reached them, he opened the door to the closest one and pushed me inside amongst all of the dark plants. Then, when he shut the door behind himself, he turned to smile at me sheepishly. “Sorry to be so weird – I just figured you’d rather talk to me than listen to Rose ramble on.”
“That depends,” I said slowly, avoiding his eyes by inspecting one of the vines that was growing up the length of the greenhouse wall, “on whether or not you’re going to tell me how mental I am as well.”
“I don’t think you’re mental.”
I turned to look at him, “Really?”
He nodded. “But I still wanted to know if you were okay.”
I pulled a chair out from under a table and sat down. “I’ll be fine.”
“Are you mad at me?”
I looked up at him, a little confused because he seemed to be afraid of my answer. Shaking my head, I answered, “No. Why would I be?”
He sat down then, a little more than an arm’s length away from me. “Because of what Lauren told me. While I can’t control what others say, I still shouldn’t have said anything to you about it.”
I raised a brow, “Why not?”
Shrugging, he replied, “Because it upset you.”
“I still would have preferred you telling me over not telling me.”
Al was pleasantly surprised to hear my response. “Why?”
“Because now I know that I can talk to you about it.”
He was confused, “But aren’t you afraid I’ll go tell somebody else about it?”
“Should I be?”
Taken aback, he answered, “No. The only person that I would want to tell would be Luke, but I’m assuming he already knows anyway, knowing Lauren...”
“Actually, I told him.”
Al looked surprised, but he didn’t ask me about it. Instead, the two of us fell silent for a couple of minutes.
Finally, Al spoke again, “So are you ever going to tell me why you were out there by yourself this morning?”
I closed my eyes for a long moment before opening them again. “I read the letter from my mum last night. I was still pretty frustrated about it this morning.”
He was stunned to hear me say it and it took him a moment to speak. “Do you want to talk about it?”
To be completely honest, I didn’t think it was a good idea. I was still under the impression that my mum meant for this letter to be kept between the two of us, despite that she had failed to explicitly tell me so. However, I figured that I didn’t have to quote it word for word. It wouldn’t be wrong for me to tell him a little bit, right?
I nodded once and said, “She said that she wouldn’t – or couldn’t – tell me why she left. She just explained that it had nothing to do with me or anybody else in my family.” My brows came together as I continued, “It almost seemed like she was in some kind of trouble because she said she couldn’t tell me what was going on. Then she went on about how I should be careful about who I tell about my empathy. It was all quite vague and ominous and a bit infuriating.”
Okay, so I had basically summed up the entire letter for him. But, again, it wasn’t as if I had quoted it word for word.
His confusion obvious on his face, he asked, “Why do you keep it a secret?”
Before I had read my mother’s letter I had kept it a secret because I didn’t want anyone to know. I knew that most people would think it was an invasion of privacy and would recoil from me. Luke had done exactly that after I had told him. On a related note, Rose hadn’t even believed me at first. It had taken a bit of convincing to get her to realize I wasn’t making it up.
After reading her letter, however, I realized that maybe I was keeping it a secret because I was afraid. Not just afraid of what others would think, but afraid of what they might do. I had never actually tried to manipulate anyone with my gift, but I realized that it would be entirely too easy to do it if I wanted to. Nobody can hide what upsets them or brings them joy from me. That kind of knowledge could grant a power that I don’t want to possess. And this was what had kept me tossing and turning all night, the realization that I could have that kind of power and that, if someone learned to manipulate me, they could use me to manipulate others as well.
“I keep it a secret because people tend to react badly to it.”
I could sense that Al’s curiosity was only going to continue to grow as we talked, considering his expression when he asked, “How so?”
“Well, Luke avoided me for at least a week or two last year.”
Al’s brows came together, “Really?”
“Really,” I echoed.
“Why did he do that?”
“I don’t know – I haven’t asked him. I just guess that it unnerved him.” I said, telling myself to remind myself to ask Luke about it some other time. “Although, he was running from his feelings at the time, so I guess he didn’t want me to force him to confront them.”
Al tilted his head at me and held it there for a moment before posing his next question. “What on earth are you talking about?”
I found myself laughing at him for being so thick and said, “I’ll give you three guesses.”
“Can I get a hint?”
“No, you cannot get a hint!”
“Oh, come on – you know that’s not fair,” he pleaded. “Please give me a hint.”
“Fine, I’ll just tell you – he didn’t want me to make him confront his feelings for Lauren.”
He laughed, “Wow. I’m an idiot.”
Beaming, I agreed, “Yes, you are.” Then I set my hand down on the table without realizing it, and one of the plants bit my hand, making me yelp and jump out of my seat in surprise.
Al got to his feet as he asked, “Are you all right?”
The pain all but disappeared before I could answer, “Yeah.”
“Can I see it?” He asked, offering his hand to me.
Nodding, I put my hand in his and he looked it over. For a long, awkward moment he examined the spots on my hand that had appeared. Then he released my hand and said, “I think you’ll be fine. I wouldn’t worry about it unless it swells up or turns a different color or something.”
“Thanks for the advice, doctor.” I said as I started to follow him to the door.
He laughed and merely said, “You’re welcome,” as he opened it.
Then I realized that I had failed to ask him something, and that if I didn’t ask him it would bother me until I spoke to him again. So I stopped him, “Wait. I have to ask you something.”
Slowly, he shut the door again, “And what would that be?”
It took me a moment to find a way to word my question. Then, I managed to ask rather timidly, “What do you think?”
“What do I think about what?”
My voice failed me before I could finish the thought, so I ended up only asking, “About me?”
He froze for a few seconds, and then moved only enough to appear as confused as he felt. “You can’t tell?”
I shook my head, wondering why he was avoiding the answer. “I can’t read minds, only emotions. Even then I don’t do it every minute of the day, and even when I do about half of the time I can’t decipher what I’m picking up.”
That seemed to clear up most of his confusion, but he still remained quiet for an uncomfortably long stretch of time. I avoided his eyes by looking at the door behind him, certain that the heat I felt in my face was visible as I found myself wishing I had the ability to turn invisible at will. I put the shield up as a brick wall while I waited, thinking that the silence couldn’t mean this would be good. Then, after an agonizingly long time, he slowly said, “I think a lot of things about you. I mean, I think you’ll be an excellent Seeker, and that you must be rather intelligent if Rose is friends with you. Also, it doesn’t really bother me if you can tell how I’m feeling all the time or only some of the time or whatever. It’ll take some getting used to, but it’s not a big deal.”
I was amazed that he had said it wasn’t a big deal, as if it really and truly wasn’t a big deal. “It’s not?”
“No, not really. I don’t think it defines who you are, so I don’t think it’s a big deal. It matters much more to me that you’ve been a good friend.”
“Oh,” I managed to say, looking down at the floor and eventually at my own feet. I had feared he would put me in the friend-zone, and now that he had all I could do was look down at my toes. Also, I was kind of embarrassed in addition to my disappointment.
I stood there for a long time, hoping to Merlin he wouldn’t ask me what I thought about him in turn. Instead, he stepped over to me and gave me a hug. A hug. A friendly, awkward-as-shit hug. I half-heartedly returned it, focusing on holding up my shield, when he pulled me closer to him so that my chin rested on his shoulder. A bit unnerved, I tried to remember my shield so that it would not fail to block Al out. Then, just as I had managed to bring it up to its full force, Al loosened his grip on me. But, without completely letting go, he planted a kiss on my cheek before I could realize what he was doing.
It was probably a good thing that he then promptly released me and walked out the door without looking back, because I thought I was going to pass out. Stumbling a little, I reached the chair I had been sitting in earlier and steadied myself on the back of it. My face seemed to be burning, and it was particularly heated in the place where he had kissed it. I also felt rather light-headed and woozy, and I focused on breathing until I could think something other than breathe again.
I’m sure this all sounds rather pathetic, but I wasn’t braced for an impact. He had just put me in the friend-zone, for Merlin’s sake, and then he kissed my cheek before running from the room. Well, he didn’t exactly run, but he was gone before I could ask him to explain his actions. So he might as well have run from the room. And that could only mean that he had realized he had made a mistake.
The next day I met Al for a very awkward practice between the two of us. Really, he just hovered nearby while I practiced different moves involving a lot of diving and looping and spinning and rolling over on my broom. By the time we finished, I was so dizzy that I was surprised I didn’t get sick. And, by the time I finished changing out of my Quidditch robes, Al had already left.
I thought about following him, but if he wanted to avoid me after he had kissed me I was going to let him. While he had only kissed my face and not my lips, it was still one kiss too many. It was especially one too many when he seemed to be dating a Hufflepuff. Speaking of which, either nobody had seen the two of them together or nobody had bothered to tell me that they had. In fact, I wasn’t sure if Rose even knew yet. I decided that I would ask her when I reached the girls’ dorm.
Several minutes later, when I did reach the girls’ dorm, I pushed the door open to see Rose sitting on her four-poster with a scroll of parchment unraveled across the bed. Where the other girls were, I didn’t know, but I was glad that they weren’t there so I wouldn’t be forced to whisper. She only looked up momentarily from the scroll to acknowledge me walking through the door, and only spoke to me when she heard me throw myself on my own four-poster.
“What did Al do?”
I grumbled and put my face into my pillow.
Her curiosity really hit me then. “Oh, come on, it can’t be that bad.”
“He’s dating the bimbo,” I said into the pillow.
“He’s banging the window?” Rose laughed.
I lifted my head from the pillow to repeat, “He’s dating Hanna.”
“What? Are you sure? I mean, I know they were flirting, but dating?”
Looking at her, confused, I asked, “Have you not seen them snogging?”
Making a face, she said, “No, I can’t say that I have. When did you see them snogging?”
“I’ve seen them together maybe four times since the Halloween party, including once on my way up here.”
Rose seemed to be genuinely surprised, which confused me. Then, she got to her feet and rolled the scroll of parchment up before hastily sticking it under her pillow. It wasn’t until she began to go for her cloak that I realized she was going somewhere.
“What are you doing?”
Putting her arms into the sleeves, she answered simply, “I’m going to get to the bottom of this. Do you want to come with?”
“If you’re going to ask him about it, then no I don’t. He probably wouldn’t want to talk to me anyway.” I answered, pushing myself up into a seated position.
Pulling a folded up piece of parchment from an inner pocket of her cloak, she said, “No I’m not going to go talk to Al. And why wouldn’t he want to talk to you?”
I half-shrugged, “I’m not sure, but he wouldn’t really talk to me during practice… And he did leave the pitch before I could finish changing.”
“Does he usually walk back with you when I don’t?”
“Well, no.” I said quickly, “But we were talking a bit more frequently until… until yesterday.”
Rose stepped over to my four-poster and sat down on the edge, facing me. “What happened yesterday?”
I didn’t really want to tell her what had happened just yet, but I was under the impression that I would explode if I didn’t talk to somebody about it. So, after a heavy sigh, I said quietly, “He kissed me.”
Her eyes doubled in size, “Al kissed you?”
I pointed to the very spot on my cheek, which truthfully wasn’t far from my lips, and said, “It was here.”
Rose bit her lip for a moment, but then she got to her feet again. “I’m going to go figure out what’s going on with him and Hanna, and then we will try to figure out what this means.”
“Who are you going to talk to?”
Shrugging, she said, “Luke and Lauren first. I figure that if there’s anything going on that one of them will know what it is.”
I elected not to follow her. Instead, I laid down on my four-poster after she left the room and closed my eyes. Regardless of what Rose would have to tell me when she came back, I was still going to confront Al about it. Until then, I was going to try to get some sleep.
A/N: Delta was going to say “About me being an empath?” but she just cut short of it.
Albus Dumbledore once said "It is our choices, Harry, that show what we truly are, far more than our abilities."
It’s kind of the thinking that Al has when he's talking to Delta about what he thinks of her.
Anyway I hope you enjoyed the chapter - there was a lot more Al than I expected but when I was finished writing it I couldn't bring myself to change it hahaha.
I hope you all had an awesome Christmas (or Hannukah or whatever else) and will have a happy new year. (:
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