Lunch 08/07

Eden took her seat at the Slytherin table, deciding to sit in the middle, her hair not as vibrant as it used to be, though it was still dyed in the same pattern, half black, and half a dark purple that was only apparent in the light. She was pouring over a notebook, trying to solve a problem she'd been working on for the past few weeks. She couldn't figure out how to break an enchantment on a box she received in the mail, and her grandmother was on her ass about it, and she was at less than twenty hours of sleep over the last seven days. One of the ways she negotiated staying here for most of the summer, with the exception of two weeks with her grandmother in Spain and three weeks in America with her boyfriend, was that she'd do what her grandmother considered important: learning everything she should know by now.

Even with a running start, Eden felt so behind whenever she'd receive a new 'lesson plan' (usually an object) and 'tutoring' (a list of topics and/or books to read) through differently encrypted letters, and by the time she cracked the code, she was receiving follow up letters asking what was taking her so long. She was feeling like she was going to go crazy, but at least there was always a light at the end of the tunnel: the long roadtrip with the love of her life, Pip. She'd be able to live her fantasies of throwing her things into a suitcase without bothering to fold them and going where she wanted, not thinking of anything other than the road ahead, and where to go to next. Her escapist fantasies were going to come true soon, and it carried her through the stress.

She didn't know what she'd do once the trip was over, but she refused to even entertain the possibility that she would return to the slow downward spiral called her life. She was afraid that if she did, she'd finally have the mental break she'd been fighting so hard against. She didn't want to do that to Pip. Not when he was...Well, everything to her. And he had a real reason to be upset whenever he was, she was just being overdramatic and stupid.

She slammed the notebook shut, rubbing her eyes fiercely, forcing herself to stop thinking about all that. She had to focus. She looked around the room, picking up her glass of water with a shaky hand. Focus, focus, focus.

She needed a break.

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