The morning after...
She hadn't slept all night. The ceiling was filled with questions still unanswered.
Maybe, just maybe she thought something would come out of the slotted beams, some sort of response that would make sense of everything.
But nothing.
Alicia slept quietly in the bed across from her. She'd asked Angie the night before when she'd come in late where she'd been, asked another question in the dark but didn't get much of an answer.
A cold response. 'Out.'
Turning over it was early morning. I should get up. She told herself listening to the other girls stir.
But she couldn't shut off, couldn't stop running the previous evening through her mind.
Four hours later she still sat in bed.
"Come on Ange, we should go to brunch." Alicia asked while Katie stood at the door.
"I'm absolutely starved."
"I'm tired. I'll meet you two there." A lie. Both girls knew it but they weren't about to press the subject, the two friends getting their responses from her back.
"'Kay. But you can't sulk all day."
Yes I can... Angie listened to them make their way out into the common room and she threw off the covers. Still in her jeans and fitted sweater from the night before she moved to the door. No one in the hallway, head held low she quickly scurried to the bathroom and shut it behind her.
Her wrist still ached from the encounter, a bruise showing up dark against her skin. Her fingers felt sluggish and looked a little swollen. There was another bruise along her jaw but if she let her hair down it sort of covered it, if no one looked.
"You're joking. You have to be. It's not funny Dad. Not one bit."
"I'm serious Angelina."
"No! I don't believe you! You're lying."
"The subject is closed. You know, now deal with it. I don't think I have to explain why this information should remain between us. Don't force to make that decision."
"What decision? Between some stupid cult or your family?!"
"The subject is closed."
She remembered bitterly and washed her hands. She'd need to get a hold of some healing spells. Angie wasn't exactly fantastic at them and the last thing she wanted was to draw more attention to herself.
"So this is why Mom left?"
"We're not here to discuss that."
"Why the hell not? Does she know? Why.... what do you expect me to do?! Smile and nod and say 'oh hey, no biggie Dad. I understand why you've sworn allegiance to a murderer and-"
The sting of the first blow still ached, her wrist throbbing as she washed her hands.
"Dad let go!"
"You had better watch what you say?"
"No one heard anything!"
"I don't care what you think or assume you have no idea what the consequences are for speaking out of turn. I should never have told you...."
"I want to go. "
"No."
"What do you mean no? I don't want to be here. I don't want to be near you. Let me go,"
"We're not finished."
"Let GO of me!"
Angelina had barely felt like herself when she'd reacted then and even now she wouldn't believe anyone if they told her. Hitting him was a bad idea. He was stronger but maybe, thinking back, she assumed he wouldn't.
Her hand had clashed with his face and she no longer felt like his daughter. The moment the back of his hand found her jaw she no longer felt like a person.
Closing her eyes she tried not to think too hard about it. It just happened. Nothing more.
But there was so much anger, so much rage and it was so misplaced.
"someone in there?" There was another voice from the other side of the door.
"Yeah." She answered abruptly, turning off the tap of the sink and drying her hands. Pulling her sleeves over the thick wrist and pulling hair to cover the marred side of her Face Angie opened the door as a 3rd year slipped in.
"You speak of this to no one."
"You killed him didn't you?"
"Are you listening to me Angelina? If you say ANYTHING to anyone I will not be responsible for what happens."
"You killed him. You and... does that mean..."
"Go back to school. I will come back again next week and we'll discuss this matter further."
"I won't come again."
"Yes you will."
"No... I won't."
"If you don't come I will come and get you."
The threat still lingered. Don't talk to anyone, don't do anything, don't say anything. She felt trapped in limbo.
Going back to her room Angie changed into some other clothes and tossed the others in a bag. They felt wrong now and it was so easy to blame the clothes.
Thinking over and over Angie knew what she wanted to do. She wanted to find Fred, tell him everything, cry and curl up and fall asleep. That's all she wanted but she couldn't. Wouldn't. Didn't.
There was Riley. Her boyfriend. But he'd known. Thats why he didn't want her to go. Thats why he'd never talked much about the situation or her father.
He knew and it made her furious.
Looking at her hand as she sat cross legged on her bed Angie didn't know who to turn to. She couldn't tell ANYONE in her house. Because of Harry any word to do with You-Know-who would find it's way to him and the ministry would go after her father. The Death Eater.
Angie shivered.
She touched the faint imprint of his hand that had gripped hers too tight. She needed help with spells, healing spells.
Grabbing a light jacket with a collar Angie had a vague plan as she popped the collar, hid her face and marched quickly through the common room.
Her destination - slytherin dormatories.
ooc: open to Amy hopefully, eventually but anyone else can interject as well. P.s. the above is a long read....