Caught in a landslide, no escape from reality | Melissa Rosier & Damien Richards & Grayson Wood (if he appears)
Melissa stared at the piece of parchment in her hand, tapping it against her leg while she contemplated what to do. It had been several days since Scorpius had discovered her feelings for him. The first few days she spent in an alcohol induced trance. She managed to scrawl an owl to her boss to let them know she was ill and would need the week to recover. Her work was mobile so she could do it at home and not fall behind. The truth is that she was not in any mindset to leave her house. She was a disaster. There had even been two attempts made to contact Scorpius with no avail. He was ignoring her and it just made the whole situation worse. Her eyes went back to the parchment.
The address on the parchment was that of Grayson Wood, Scorpius’ self-proclaimed best friend. In any normal state of mind she would not have even considered going to someone she barely knew for help, let alone a known liberal and blood traitor. Scorpius could get away with hanging out with him because his parents were much more lenient and he was the only Malfoy heir. But, she was far from being so lucky and a normal state of mind. Her only hope was that Wood could provide some insight to the situation, or at the very least, pass her plea onto her cousin so that she could rectify herself. She had already come to terms with the fact that they would not be married, surely he could see that she couldn’t help the way she felt for him. Not reciprocating her feelings was hard enough, but to end their friendship completely was a misfortune she could not handle.
She hadn’t bothered to make herself look presentable. The house pants and oversized sweater had not left her body for two days. Not wearing make-up or doing her hair was the least of the problems with her appearance. This was a spontaneous decision that would never happen if she gave it proper thought. She slipped on her shoes and clutched the parchment in one hand and her bag in the other when she disaperated outside of their building. Her eyes scanned the building before she entered. Once she found the number of flat she had scrawled on the paper, she froze. She looked down at herself and wrapped her arms around her torso. The realization of where she was and what she was doing began to hit her. What was she going to say to him if he answered the door? Would he even remember who she was? This was a bad idea. She was stuck. On one hand she could leave and scrap the entire idea, but on the other she had no one else to turn to. Scorpius was her only friend. Tears streamed down her face without her noticing. They had become too familiar in the past week. She slid down blocking the door, completely lost.
