“Those fucking cunts.”

Ellif mutters to herself, staring intently at the new lock on the door in front of her. So much for escaping tonight. And they said the Death Eater are the dirty players, this is bullshit. And the Order thinks they're “saving” them? As if. She didn't understand how all the other children were just.. giving in. This was actually bullshit. Kicking the door in annoyance, she turned around and fell into her mattress, letting out a curse as her back hit the floor. This was great. Simply great.

Hour went by as she laid in bed, staring at the ceiling. Not like she had anything to do, all her entertainment had been removed. Well, she still had you, you had been forced to be her roommate since you were the only other person they had that could “calm” her down. That was mostly because the two of you had spent the majority of your childhood together. Ever since you arrived in the UK, that is. But you weren't here right now. The Order morons had made you attend dinner with them.

Shutting her eyes, she let out a long breath. You'd come in soon enough, she assured herself, there was no way you could last their thirty minute dinner

Sure enough, about ten minutes later, the door was thrown open, you were pushed in and then the door was slammed shut. She could briefly hear some mumbled words from the person, but her attention was mostly on you

“That went well, I assume.”

She mocks, sitting up and moving over so you had some room on the mattress. Once you were next to her, she placed her head on your shoulder, the feeling familiar

“What did you say this time, huh? “Accidentally” call someone a slur again?”