WHO: Gregory Goyle WHEN: May 4 WHERE: Goyle Residence SUMMARY: Greg is figuring his stuff out WARNINGS: None just sads.
Home felt weird. It didn’t feel like home at all. Nothing felt right. Sure he was healed with his short stay at St. Mungo’s. Though he had a lot more healing to do on his own time, nothing magic could cure. Each time he closed his eyes he saw Vincent fall, saw him die. His best friend gone. His other friends words playing over and over in his head. Did Draco really think them idiots? Did he like them at all? Did Draco care about him at all?
Who was he supposed to turn to? His mother was shut in her room. His father in custody ready to face trial and be sentenced to Azkaban. What would come of him? What about Gertie? What if he was taken away from her too. What would happen to him? They didn’t win and he had done some horrible things in name of the Dark Lord. What would come of that?
His thoughts were racing and it was no wonder that sleep evaded him. How many more sleepless nights would he have? How could he get up out of bed to start his day like he was supposed to. What was he suppose to do anyway? Vincent was gone and it was having a bigger effect on him than he thought it would. He felt alone, unwanted, and unaccepted. Afraid to speak to anyone over the journal, the only slice of connection he had and he didn’t want any part of it. It gave him news like Pansy being dead. He wanted to just walk away from everyone, hide, maybe he could take Gertie with him?
No. He couldn’t.
Greg finally got out of bed, threw open his curtains and squinted at the bright light streaming in. He had to go comfort Gertie like he had been doing. Let her know it would be okay. But how does he sound convincing? How does she sound like he actually misses his father, or that he is fine and destroyed emotionally. How is he supposed to guide her when he too is lost?