Sifting through my memories

Despite the fact that, Nathan did not know her name fully - he knew he had to write something.

A name.

He took his time to think, consider what he was going to write. Then he thought it wasn't christmas yet, too early to give her a card and wouldn't be as nice if he given her, her present earlier. "Wait!" his mind told him as he stopped to a halt and put the bag away There was a bar of honey filled chocolate on his desk so he went and grab it, broke off a piece and started heading downstairs. "Here eat this, you'll feel better," he told her as he sat down beside her and handed her the chocolate.

Dora hesitantly took the chocolate from him. She wasn't entirely sure of its purpose but instead of worrying about it she took a small bite from the corner. The sweet was filled with sticky honey and it almost had a caramel twang to it. Dora licked the honey away from the hole in the side of the square it was trying to escape from and played with it for a few moments before finishing off the chocolate. She felt better. Better than she had felt for a while but there was still that nagging feeling of complete indifference and that scolding voice telling her that she shouldn't have taken the chocolate - that she should have put that goddamn charm up so none of this... socialising could happen.

But luck was against the French so it seemed and Dora was relying on nothing more than her usual cold persona to get her out of the situation she'd found herself in but she just couldn't do it. She couldn't be blunt and rude to this boy like every other person that had caught her during one of her ... moments. A well placed memory charm and a dissolution one took care of it usually but she couldn't do it. Not to the Ravenclaws that had stumbled upon her affliction and had obviously began to pity her. She didn't need pity. She'd had enough over the years from the teachers and she'd been stripped of all emotional covers from those who couldn't understand her. What was stopping her from Oblivating these students and leaving them trying to figure out why they were in the common room when they could be sleeping.

"Thank you." Dora said finally, mentally slapping herself for thinking about memory charms. The child was innocent enough and only wanted to help her so why did she want to ruin that? Why didn't she accept help from others?

Because you're afraid. Her father's voice echoed in her ears and she looked down at her hands. Dora what have I told you? You should be yourself. Don't deny yourself happiness just because our family was devoid of it and I was unable to find it. Why can't you just let yourself go? All your worries and fears, cast them away with the wind on a cold winters day. Please, Dora.

Amadora shut the door and bolted it on her father's voice. She couldn't stand it. She knew right and wrong were sitting on her shoulder in the form of her parents. One egging her on to become the most feared Death Eater the world has ever seen next to Lucius Malfoy, Bellatrix Lestrange and the big man himself. While the other was just telling her to break free of the restrictions she'd placed around herself that day at the graveside. But thankfully for one and not so for the other - she ignored both.

"I'm Amadora." she said after a little bit of hesitation. "I don't think it is fair for you to treat me with kindness while I am nothing more than a mere stranger to you."

Stranger. A word she often associated herself with. She saw herself in the mirror and wondered who the redhead was. Who was the girl that could have plastered a smile on her face and found the real reason why her eyes sparkled with happiness. No, that was a broken person that stared back in the glass. Damage goods that no one wanted, like bruised apples at a market. No one wanted them, not even those who could barely afford a ripe one. The best was better, no one wanted to settle for anything but.