Heartbreak Hotel Pt 2 ¦ Hanna

[Lyra Horváth]

It had proved difficult to stuff all of her earthly belongings into her battered old leather backpack. Even with the inside expanded considerably by magic, she had gathered a good lot more stuff in the months she had lived with EPKE ROBERTUS OPPEDYK that was for sure. Though she had managed it eventually, while Rob stood helplessly watching her in silence. After she was done she had simply nodded and mumbled a goodbye before cracking out of existence out of his living room.

A few seconds later she had reappeared at Hanna's flat in Camden and as she touched down on her front step, she really hoped her cousin had actually come home and not gone off with that guy from the private jet.

For a moment, she stood and clutched at her chest, leaning against the door.

Had that really just happened? Her mate had broken up with her. She fought to keep her breath even, but it caught in her throat relentless in trying to force a breakdown. There was physical pain now clutching at her chest, was this the side effect of your mate turfing you out on your arse? The effect of your mate leaving you? Taking another shaky breath, she turned and forced herself to wrap on Hanna's door, praying she was home.

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Home sweet home. Hanna had only been home for an hour, relieved to relax with a glass of wine accompanied by trash television blaring in the background as she hand sewed a current side project she was working on. A ribbed corset for a commissioned piece. It was an easy task that didn't take much brainpower, so she was already on glass number two. She didn't go with the guy with the private jet because he seemed like a jackass, and she was still thinking about Felix, whether she wanted to admit it or not. Well, definitely not to Madeline. Hanna was exhausted from the business trip to Paris, but she was still living on the high of Lyra's win during the catacomb duels. She loved living vicariously through her cousin. And this was only the beginning.

A knock on the door tore her from her sewing zone. She removed the snoozing cats curled up on her lap and made her way to the door. Hanna didn't like to answer the door at night; being a single woman living alone. The blonde cracked the door open at first to pop her head out, taken aback when she saw Lyra standing there, "Forget someth-" she stopped mid sentence, mouth sucking in a breath of air as she detected the sad look on her cousins face.

There was no way she could be upset right now...they just returned from an amazing trip, and she had won 5,000 stinkin' galleons!! Hanna pushed the door open all the way, pulling her cousins smaller body into the flat wordlessly and closing the door. 

"What happened?" she asked quickly in Hungarian, grabbing her backpack from her back and shoving it on the armchair. 

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[Lyra Horváth]

There was still a numbness to her body. It was stiff and moving slowly. Aparrating over to Hanna's had caused been a massive exertion of her energy and now she felt utterly emotionally and physically drained. Blinking slowly she took the happy picture of her cousin in, watching her shift from happy to concerned in approximately 5 seconds flat.

"He...he told me can't be together anymore." Slowly she mumbled out, in English forgetting to reply in their native language. At first she didn't realise, and then a few seconds later she repeated herself in Hungarian, only this time elaborated somewhat. "He hate the duelling. Rob. He doesn't believe me. He thinks I'll get hurt. We had a big fight about it and he said we can't be together anymore if I couldn't see his side of it." She spoke slowly, like she was distanced. She hovered there with Hanna for a second, before she let herself sink onto the velveteen couch. Taking a deep shuddering breath, she paused and then exhaled, breaking down into the tears she'd been holding back all night.

"I had to get out. I left in a rush" she continued to ramble in disjointed Hungarian. "I just had to get out. I had to leave. I didn't even fight it. I just packed my bag and left. But what am I going to do Hanna?! What am I going to do without him" her heart was already breaking, and her stomach beginning to heave with the sickness as the reality of what had just happened was slowly seeping in. Her mate had broken up with her. The one person she was meant to be able to rely on and never leave. And it had happened. She knew she had fucked up luck in life, but this was really taking the biscuit. For a short time she had had everything in life she ever needed, and just as quick the rug had been pulled out from underneath her.

She moved to clamp her hands over her eyes, trying to screw them up in a way and turn off the overflowing waterworks, but it wasn't long before the full body sobs began to wrack through her.

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Mentioning: EPKE ROBERTUS OPPEDYK

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Hanna pulled Lyra into her arms, burying her tear stained face into her chest to comfort her in the only way she knew how. Love and affection. The blonde sighed, rubbing her hand on Lyra's back soothingly. “Oh, no..Lyra love, I’m so sorry.” she gasped out of shock, eyes widening at the news as her heart sank. That couldn't be. Her and Rob had been perfect for each other. She saw the way he looked at her, they were meant to be....Hanna tried to keep her face calm, but it was hard to keep her cool when it came to those who she loved. Especially Lyra. No one got away with making Lyra cry, ever. 

As Lyra explained Rob hated dueling, she sighed out of agitation. "Rob is a fucking idiot!! He should have stopped you!!" she exclaimed in Hungarian. Anger prickling at her gut as her face went hot. Hanna was ready to go on a rampage after the dog.  

Hanna squeezed Lyra, hoping that she could feel her love and support. "I would have done the same thing..but I'm happy you came here." she told her. Lyra's sobs only growing stronger as time progressed. She hated seeing her like that, but she knew how it felt to have a broken heart.

"It's okay...take deep breaths.." she demonstrated slowly, ”Lyra, we will figure everything out. I promise. Don't worry...You can stay here with me as long as you need. My studio isn’t the most tidy at the moment because I have a couple of projects in progress, but there’s a comfortable futon with a memory foam mattress in there that has your name on it.” she assured her in a soft tone, hoping that her cousin will take her up on her offer since she was there recently during her darkest hour. Plus, it would be fun to have an extended sleepover like when they were teens. Hanna sighed, eyes softening as they fell on Lyra. "If you're truly mates, he will come around. It sounds like he doesn't understand because he's too freaked out about you getting hurt, and it being illegal.."

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[Lyra Horváth]

With quiet sobs, all she could do was sit with Hanna and cry into her chest. She had held it together quite well when she was in Rob's flat. Her hands had trembled as she stuffed all her earthly belongings into her rucksack, but she hadn't broken down then and there. She supposed she had gone into some sort of shellshock, but for that she was relieved. It made her appear stronger in front of Rob.

Only in the solace of Hanna's arms did she finally let herself go.

Eventually she tried to follow her oldest friend's instructions and break up the crying with deep breaths. At first it was difficult, they came out just guttural and uneven. But bit by bit the shaky breaths slowed down and the sobs stopped. Her eyes were still leaking, but it was all a little bit dignified now at least. In silence she nodded first, and then after a moment she moved back to finally face Hanna. The tears had just about subsided and the sniffles were drying up. With another nod, she watched her blonde counterpart.

"Fuck him. Maybe I don't want him to come around" Huffing her small chest out she sniffed again. The hurt and heartbreak of the whole thing now hitting her. Her voice was unsteady, but she tried to be confident with it. "I don't want to see him again. He threw  me out. He stood there useless and watched me pack everything and he didn't even answer when I said goodbye" Pouting, her bottom lip began to wobble and a new wave of tears threatened to fall. "I didn't even get to tell him about the scouts. The ones that want me to go Pro. To make it all above board. Fuck him though, he doesn't get to know now.."

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Hanna popped up to her feet from the luxurious velvet sofa, beelining to her stocked bar. She uncorked a bottle of fancy wine, pouring a generous portion into a glass while Lyra explained she didn’t want Rob to come back. That thought made her a little sad. Hanna thought Lyra and Rob were deeply in love. Hell, if they weren’t, her faith in love was beginning to dwindle further.

Raising her glass to her lips, the blonde patted Lyras back soothingly. ”Then good, if he doesn’t. And if he does…tell him to fuck right off and kick rocks like the lil bitch-boy he is.” she said in a harsh gossipy tone. It felt weird talking shit about Rob, even if it came easily this time around because she was pissed off.

Hanna sighed, offering her cousin a soft look. She hated seeing her like this. ”We can drink wine and talk shit about Rob all night.” Hanna batted her eyelashes in a comical manner, trying to make her feel better. This reminded her of a time when they were younger and trash talked boys who broke their hearts.

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[Lyra Horváth]

Forcing her breaths to be even, her mind began to wander. Back when she had first turned, in St Mungos. An anxious adolescent who barely had control over her emotions at the best of times, this had been detrimental. Hours had been spent in counselling; working on her emotional well being. There had been a good lot of progress then; too bad it had been all ripped apart come September when her parents had forced her to return to Hogwarts and carry on like everything had been normal.

Now as she sat on the velveteen sofa, she reached for a tasseled cushion as a way to ground herself. Fingering at the fringe, she let Hanna float away and concentrated on slowing her breathing so she wouldn’t bubble over and explode out. Noting her feelings and thoughts, she closed her eyes and paused.

When she opened them a few moments later she was pleased to find Hanna in front of her, pouring a glass of something and thrusting it at her. ”Thank you.” mumbling she reached forward, exhaling as she did so, and took the glass nimbly. For a moment she wasn’t quite sure what else to say. Mere moments ago she had been full of fight and ready to shit talk EPKE ROBERTUS OPPEDYK . Now she was deflated and exhausted, the lack of sleep the last few days catching up on her. And yet still, she knew the drink may help, but it may not. She sipped on it anyway and watched Hanna with doleful eyes, unsure of where else to go from there. With another single sip, she cleared nodded and paused to clear her throat. Her mouth opened, but the words didn’t immediately come.

”I’m not okay Han..” eventually she stuttered out before everything did in fact bubble up, and she lots control, beginning to sob.

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Hanna's expression softened when she looked at Lyra. She looked like she had been drained of all of her happiness, and more. She wished she could do something to make her feel better. Talking all of the shit in the world about Rob probably wasn't the best for the time being. Hanna pulled Lyra into her lap for a snuggle, holding her closer as her small body shook with every sob that echoed against the vaulted ceilings of her apartment. Her hands ran through her hair, moving it from Lyra's face, "It's good to cry it out sometimes..let it out darling.." she told her, feeling more sad as she watched Lyra's chest rise with every sob. Hell, now she wanted to cry.

The Cancer in Hanna loved to cry. It was a blessing and a curse, truly. She could feel the waterworks starting as they usually did when loved ones cried around her. She stifled a sniffle as she soothingly rubbed Lyra's back, "Everything will be okay, Lyra. I promise. You just need to trust the process and be gentle on yourself right now." she told her in a soft tone, trying everything in the world to comfort her. Hanna shook her head, biting down hard on her lip. The anger boiled deep inside of her, "God, I fucking hate him. I could hex his ass into another dimension for doing this to you."


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