Capítulo 6: ~Road to Recovery...Maybe~
"Love, you have to eat something," Cho whispered, drawing open the curtains, letting the golden evening light stream into the dorm, basking the light furniture and ivory bedsheets in an incandescent glow.
"Up!" Cho exclaimed, drawing back Bella's duvet making her groan and curl up on her side. She was wearing a black singlet, a pair of grey sweatpants and in haste to go to sleep last night had chucked her hair up into a bobble on top of her head.
"Look, I know you got cheated on and that sucks but I need to get you fed, it's four o'clock and you've slept through the entire day!"
Bella reluctantly sat up, blearily rubbing her eyes, her mouth wide open as a loud yawn escaped from it.
"Put on your jumper and we can go get a bite to eat," Cho said, throwing a navy blue sweater towards her, landing with a thump on Bella's lap.
"I don't want to eat," she said, looking up at her ebony-haired friend from under her lashes, pouting slightly.
"Too bad, I have to feed you," Cho said sternly, ushering her into the bathroom, "Five minutes to get ready, tops."
Bella rolled her eyes, "God you sound like my mother," she scoffed, looking in the mirror for the first time since yesterday.
To say she looked like death itself would be an understatement. Dark circles hung around her eyes, accessorising her bloodshot irises. Mascara ran in black streaks down her cheeks and not in the pretty aesthetic way, she looked like she had just been dunked in a bucket of ink.
Combing out her matted hair she winced every time a bristle got caught on a matt but she pushed through until she looked slightly more acceptable than before.
Wiping her face she headed out, reliant on Cho to help her walk straight, still dazed as she had been engulfed in a deep sleep only a moment ago.
"Good on you, hun."
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"Well don't you look horrible Malfoy," Fred Weasley jeered, his freckled face contorting into a disgusted expression as she walked past earning a stare from Cho that sliced right through his confidence, rendering him silent, George did not get the memo.
"What's wrong, you only got a ninety-nine on your Potions exam?" George sniggered, looking to Fred for support.
Ignoring him Bella kept walking through the courtyard, breathing shakily, digging her nails into the palms of her hands, tears pricking at her stormy eyes.
"What's wrong with her," George chuckled, watching as she walked away, confused as to why she didn't have a snarky retort to his comment.
"Dunno," Fred shrugged, "Probably just got tired being a bitch all the time," he grinned, patting George on the back as they walked towards the hall.
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