Grieving
Dorcas sat on the sofa in an old gryffindor quidditch jersey too small for her, staring at the sink filled with old plates and mugs.
The small kitchen table was filled with wrapped containers of home cooked food that Dorcas hadn't touched.
Her father had taken their dogs temporarily, now sat four empty dog beds and toys scattered around the floor.
In her right hand, she clutched her wand tightly, as if awaiting a danger to appear at any moment.
She sat silent and still, listening to the emptiness of the home that used to be filled with sounds.
Dorcas moved her head slightly, instead of staring at the mess she couldn't bring herself to care about, she positioned her gaze to a photo on the wall.
Dorcas, in the photo, was smiling at the blonde girl next to her, who in turn was grinning at the camera. They had taken it on their first day living in their new home together- the first of forever, they had thought.
Dorcas proceeded to scream. Disrupting the silence, she screamed as loud as she possibly could, clutching onto the jersey tightly with her free hand and closing her eyes tight only to see the inescapable image her mind kept conjuring up of Marlene's charred corpse.