Obsession

six

{Rosaleene}

I moved my hand away and suddenly the lights opened. Professor Lupin was standing in front of me, with a smile on his face but it soon turned out to a laugh.

"That scared the hell out of me" I said honest holding my heart.

He threw his head back, closing his eyes. He was still laughing with my priceless reaction.

"I am sorry, mrs Wilson. Didn't mean to scare you" he said bitting his lips to stop laughing and I nodded raising my eyebrow, "Yeah, clearly".

He started walking towards his big desk and I followed quiet. He moved his wand and a huge stack of books started floating from across the room.

"We have work to do" he said sitting on his chair looking at me.

"These were supposed to get done before school, but no one did it. So it's now our business" he said and I sighed, taking a chair and sitting across him.

"What do we have to do?" I asked taking a book in my hand observing it.

It was our DADA book for the next semester.

"You have to take this stamp", he paused showing me the thing into his hands, "and press it right here". He moved his hand away and some red letters appeared on the first page, with the logo of the school.

"We have to do all 140 of them, tonight" he said and I nodded, taking a stamp in my hand started doing the job.

"And you are helping me because...?" I asked glancing on him, while I closed the book to get another.

I am not stupid, this isn't a teacher's job. I am not sure if it's even a Head Girl , but here I am. What I wasn't sure is what he was doing here.

"Because, it would be unfair to do this all alone since mr Wiliam didn't show up" he said and I nodded.

He stood up from his chair making a small noise. I noticed his fingers on his gold sweater. He unbuttoned it, and he was left with his white shirt.

I tried looking towards the books, avoiding him. He was looking younger and very handsome with just like that, so I tried to focus on something else keeping him outside of my mind.

Time was passing by quickly, and we were halfway to the end. I let the book down, cracking my fingers taking a break. Suddenly, I felt my leg shaking unconsciously, and I exhaled placing my hand on my knee trying to control it.

"Are you okay?" he asked frowned looking at me.

"Yeah, I am fine" I sighed and tried to grab a book, but it slipped through my fingers.

"Your hands are shaking!" he noticed and I nodded laughing.

"Yeah, I know. It's just stress" I said ensuring him staring at his eyes.

I placed my elbows on the table, with my palms almost touching the wooden surface. I closed my eyes taking a big breath, trying to calm down. My heart was beating so fast that I could hear it, so I needed time to do it.

Suddenly, a warm touch was on my hand that sent goosebumps to my body, and I opened my eyes only to see his hand on mine.

"Feeling better?" he whispered leaning closer and I nodded unable to speak. My heart was beating normally again and the trembling was almost gone.

After a few more breaths, I grinned showing that I was okay and he removed his hand standing up.

He came back after a few seconds holding something.

He placed in front of me an ashtray and a piece of chocolate wrapped in foil.

I felt my cheeks burning from this sweet move and I tried to cover it by looking away.

"You can smoke here. You know that your secret is safe with me" he said and I snorted taking a cigarette and my lighter of my robe.

"Now I see why you smoke" he said when I blew away the smoke.

"It's to release your stress" he said and I nodded, he was absolutely right.

"You are the only one that have noticed" I said tapping the cigarette upon the ashtray. He was observing me very carefully sitting again back to his chair.

"Why do you feel like this?" he asked curious.

He put his hand on the table, and rested his chin on his palm. He tilted his head a little, and I bit my lips nervous.

"Well, I moved from America here in England. It's not a big deal, but it happened in a timeline where I wasn't feeling good, and it was a decision made in three days. It happened because my parents had divorced" I said resting my back on my chair.

"The first day, our dad left us. Well, she left my mum exactly. He said that nothing would change between us, but he was wrong. The second day, me and my friend got into a huge fight and I lost my best friend since day one" I confessed and I felt my eyes burning, I blinked quickly trying to hold my tears back.

"No one is forcing you to tell me" he said and I nodded taking a big breath.

I know it, but it actually feels good opening up.

"The third day, we left from America. My dad didn't try to stop us or let me stay with him. I was fifteen years old, it was pretty hard for me to handle all these" I continued and he nodded serious. His eyes were releasing a calm energy, a peaceful feeling. That gave me the strength to finish my story.

"We came here and you know, I wasn't okay. I got better soon during summer, my mum helped me a lot. But I don't speak with my dad, I am still mad at him" I said and released the smoke from my mouth, trying to calm down.

"And from this story, all I have left is abandonment issues" I smiled sarcastic and looked away to the window.

And daddy issues, of course. But this is not something I will discuss with him.

"I am afraid, that in a snap of my fingers everyone around me will leave. Everything will be gone" I said shaking and I felt some tears falling down on my cheeks.

But it was because I broke out. I let someone in, confessing about my trauma. Looking again towards him, I realized how safe he made me feel, and that I could trust him.

"This is a serious thing" he said and I answered quickly, "I know, but it feels good actually talking about it".

"Whenever you need me, I will be here in my office. You are always welcomed here" he said and I smiled.

"Thank you, but I don't want your pity" I said honest and he snorted.

"It's not my pity, it's my help" he answered and offered me the chocolate again.

"You will feel better" he said meaningful and I nodded taking the piece in my hands.

I split it in two parts and gave him the other one.

He tended his hand to grab it and our fingertips touched while I was giving him the chocolate. I felt a weird feeling and pulled it back akward.

"Thank you" he smiled and I nodded.

I took the stamp in my hands and started tapping it on the books until we were finally done.