Arianna Dumbledore is unsure. (sweetflower) wrote in fourteenshades, |
Arianna felt herself lifted off the ground. Her head was woozy, and her name sounded to be coming from a long way off. Her limbs were heavy, like she had been asleep with her arms under her and a weight on her legs. They tingled and ached with pins, but she was sure she had not been unconscious for long. Her thoughts swam through her mind, and she could not focus. The voice sounded closer, and she felt herself move. She recognized her brother's scent, and her eyes fluttered as she groaned.
She knew it had not worked, and her heart broke with disappointment. "Aberforth." Her words were quiet, and her voice was thick with emotion and tears. Tears which made their way down her cheeks. "I wanted it back. I needed it back. I failed. I failed Aberforth. I failed." She clung to his arm as she sobbed. It all hurt. She was not herself, and she was not better. "I wanted to be happy. Like when we were children. The potion...the potion didn't work. It should have worked."
She lurched away from Aberforth and vomited up the contents of her stomach. When she was through, she sat away from her brother with her knees pulled against her chest. She could not look at him. She did not want to see worry or anger. She felt as broken as she had when she first arrived, and she did not want him to see her digression. "I followed the instructions exactly," she whispered, her face turned away from him and tears still streaming from her eyes. "It smelled of dirt and lilacs. It was right. It should have worked. I wanted it back."