Is It Too Late Now To Say Sorry (Nerisei)

Almost twenty four hours had passed, since the incident in the Prefects' Bathroom, and Nerisei was still looking like a zombie. After she had come back last night, she was nothing but a crying, drunk mess, who happened to be lucky enough to have a friend like Anne, to hold her in her arms whilst she let it all out, then carefully get her to bed, to sleep it off. Anne had asked what had happened, but the brunette witch did not want to talk about it. Every time Dimitri ran away, Nerisei kept trying to find a good enough explanation as to why, but this time, she had run out of ideas. And patience.

Dimitri had hurt her a great deal, once again, and no matter how hard she had tried to persuade herself that he didn't mean to, his actions proved otherwise. It wasn't the first time the wizard had spoken words that made her feel... less of a woman. It wasn't the first time that he had run away from her, or hurt her by being distant and cold, because he was 'trying to protect her'. The same mantra that he kept repeating, but he had to be so blind, if he couldn't see that he was not protecting her at all. He was simply breaking her soul, piece by piece.

That morning, Anne had stayed with her, trying to get her to come down to breakfast, but Nerisei was not responsive. She laid in bed, staring at the window in the opposite wall, and sighing. After some time, Anne had given up, and instead left the room, and headed to the Kitchens, Nerisei believed, because in a matter of minutes, an elf had brought her food in the dorm. The witch did not touch any of it though. Instead, she remained curled into a ball, staring off into space, unwilling to say or do anything.

The Dorm was particularly busy that day, with the girls running around, giggling, talking... but nothing would shake Nerisei out of her reverie. She was so lost, that she did not even see Anne come in, and usher the girls out of the dorm. Only when utter silence touched the young woman's ear, did she understand that everyone had somehow left. Under any other circumstances, Nerisei would have frowned, trying to figure out what exactly had caused them to flee like that, but the poor witch was too broken to think.

She had almost missed the soft knocking on the door, believing it could have been from another room, but as the sound of the wooden door opening touched her ears, along with her name, Neri froze. Dimitri was in the dorm, which explained why all of the girls had emptied the dorm in seconds, but what the hell did he want? He came to apologise? The witch wanted to huff at his nerve, but instead remained still, not turning to look at him.

The soft sound of footsteps touched her ears a few moments later, until she felt his weight on the bed. He had sat by her feet, as if trying to approach her cautiously. What was he afraid of? That she would hex him? Because, if that was the case.... he was right.

"You know... I messed up last night..."

A sarcastic chuckle left the witch's lips, but still did not dare to look at him. She did not want to see his face. She did not want to hear his cheap excuses again, and she certainly didn't want him to be here.

"Get out."