It seemed strange to Justin just how quickly life could force you to grow up. A few months ago, he'd been pulling pranks and had found out Lissa was alive and had kissed her. Only a few weeks ago, he was a student at Hogwarts pining for Lissa like some lovesick puppy. His biggest worry then was getting his homework done on time, blocking quaffles, and well, whether Lissa just hated his guts or was dead.
Then, the Hufflepuff first year had been found missing with signs of struggle and blood all over her bed in her dormitory, Panda had been hurt and put into a temporary coma, and Lissa had contacted him. Finally. He had felt thrilled, relieved of his anxiety at that moment. Of course, he still felt lucky to be with Lissa at all with everything that had happened this past year and a half and was still happy as hell to spend time with her.
It wasn't enough to chase away his worry, however, and he'd found himself worrying whether his cousin would be OK or whether Sofi was keeping safe at Hogwarts or going on a self-destructive path. It was as though he couldn't shake anxiety from his life. Every time he found something to be happy about, it got taken from him or something else happened.
Justin supposed it was that way for everyone, and he was luckier than most. He could be dead or a slave or in Azkaban, but instead, he was hiding out in relative safety with his girlfriend. His cousin could have died from that hit on the head when she'd fallen, but instead, she was now awake and alive and back in Hogwarts. Sofi could have been killed already, but instead she was alive despite the fact she was still in danger.
Frankly, Justin had been ok until his outing with Lina. Something had changed that day. Something had made it such that being down here made him feel caged and stuck. It was stupid. He couldn't do anything to help Sofi or Panda. They would have contacted him by now if there was something they thought he could do. The best he could do for them was keep an ear out for news and keep himself and Lissa alive and happy. Worrying never helped anyone. Still, it seemed all he could do these days.
Justin shook his head at himself as he headed out of his little one-room cell and headed to Lissa's. They were supposed to have dinner tonight.