Rookie Delacroix

Rookie felt sick.

Physically sick to the point where she felt like the room was closing in on her. She was sure the dorm was smaller. She felt claustrophobic and anxiety-ridden. Rookie had never felt like this before- save the time when she had actually broken up with James. She supposed this was similar in a way. Although, she didn't know how this was like the breakup. Rookie had just wanted to talk to James. She wanted to figure out what they were going to do. The ball was like a dream. A far-off dream that she knew didn't fit the situation. Rookie had snogged James and it had been fine. They were like a couple again. They were happy. But, after the ball, Rookie just felt dirty. She felt disgusted with herself. Rookie could barely look at the familiar freckled-face in the reflection. After everything she had done and after everything that had happened to her, Rookie hadn't planned on falling in love.

Tucking a curl behind her ear, the fifteen year old made her way to the Room of Requirement. She didn't know quite what this conversation would entail. She didn't know what she was going to say or what her mouth was going to say. Rookie knew that her mouth often worked against her, especially in situations when she could potentially ruin everything. Rookie kept rubbing her sweat palms against the trousers she had bought while with James. Rookie was just so confused, scared, worried, and the confused again. After her demi-talk with Christian, Rookie was even more confused than before. Each step toward the Room of Requirement felt like her feet were full of lead.

Opening the door, Rookie looked behind her before moving into the room. A small and weak smile made way onto her face when she saw how much like the Gryffindor common room it was. She felt like she was walking toward her death as she walked toward James. The smile faltered a bit more when he looked at her with those stupid blue eyes of his. "Hey," Rookie said in a slightly breathless tone. At his very blunt question, Rookie froze. What were they? It was a very good question. "We're nothing," she said without a second thought. No. Mouth. Stop it. Stop moving. "Nothing romantic I mean." What was she doing? What was her problem? She needed to shut up. "I mean, I do have strong feelings for you. But I don't know if I'm just mistaking it for love. I just want to live a little bit, you know? Be a regular teenager. Falling in love is not something I want to do."

Rookie felt sick again.

Brilliant.