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Musa POV
I was staring out the window, lost in my thoughts. What was up with me lately? I couldn't think straight.
All this week I'd done something wrong.
On Monday, I forgot my potions book and was rummaging around in my bag trying to find a scrap of paper to write on instead.
On Tuesday, I couldn't concentrate and dropped a beaker on the floor, and it smashed.
On Wednesday, I forgot how to do a simple spell, and Miss Grizelda was NOT happy.
Today I totally spaced out in History of Magic and forgot what to write (I got an F ☹️)
I hope tomorrow's a better day. I just don't know what's wrong with me. Maybe- no, no, no, that's not it, I'm way over-
Before I could continue with my thoughts, the door opened. It was the girls.
"Hey, sweetie," Flora said with a small smile.
"You okay Muse?" Asked Aisha.
"Yeah, I'm fine, girls, don't worry," I replied, still looking out the window. A tear escaped my eye, and I quickly wiped it away.
Don't cry, Musa, I thought, you're stronger than this.
The girls saw, and all gave each other a look.
"Muse, you've really not been yourself lately," said Bloom.
"Yeah," said Stella. "Are you..." she lowered her voice, "...on?"
"Stella!" Aisha elbowed her.
"What! We're all girls, we all go through it."
Aisha just rolled her eyes.
"It's fine, girls, really, and no Stella, I'm not," I replied.
"Alright then," said Tecna. "But if you want to talk, just know, we're all here for you." I smiled at this. I loved my friends.
They all left the room, leaving me to my thoughts.
-:-
A few moments later, I left the bedroom I shared with Tecna. I remembered I left my headphones in the sitting area of our dorm and I wanted to listen to music.
As I was walking out, Flora grabbed my arm and pulled me away somewhere more private.
"Flo, what are you doing?" I asked, confused.
"Okay, Muse, something is clearly up. Tell me," she says, "is it him?"
"Who?" I ask even though a small blush creeps onto my cheeks.
"You know who." She tells me.
"Lord Voldemort?" I joke.
Flora sighs. "No, Musa, this is serious."
I lower my head and nod. Flora wraps me in a hug and whispers, "It's okay."
I don't think she expected anything else. To be honest, I don't think any of the girls did, and tears started streaming down my cheeks. Because deep down I knew she was right. I wasn't over him, I wasn't over Riven.