It's been three weeks without him.
Exactly today, and it hasn't been any easier.
When I have lessons with him, I can't help but glance over his way and pray that he looks back.
But he doesn't.
I'm slowly getting used to not seeing his beautiful eyes stare me down, or his mint scented jumper wrapped around my arms.
I just hope he comes back, and forgives me.
I wrote another poem in my journal, and I think I'm going to make it a regular thing, because it is good for me to get my emotions out.
*The poem*
I want it back,
all of it.
I want the smiles,
I want the laughs,
but mostly just you.
Then I headed down to my lesson.
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I'm in DADA right now, and it's pretty boring, as we're waiting for Professor Remus Lupin to arrive.
To my luck, Draco's in here as well.
Great.
Then all of a sudden, this wardrobe looking thing starts shaking, and everyone's turns around to face it.
"Intriguing, isn't it?" The professor says, at the back of the class.
When did he get here?
"Would anyone like to venture a guess, as to what is inside?"
"A boggart, that is." Bruxo says proudly.
"Very good, Harlo...Now can anyone tell me what a boggart looks like?" Lupin asks the class.
"No one knows." Of course Hermione would answer.
"When did she get here." Weasel-bee interrupted her.
"Boggarts are shapeshifters. They take the shape of whatever a particular person fears the most. That's what makes them so-"
"So terrifying, yes, yes yes." Sir cut her her, as he slowly walked to the front of the class, and in front of the wardrobe. "Luckily, a very simple charm exists, to repel a boggart..."
The wardrobe started shaking again, making me jump, which caused Lilah to laugh at me.
"Let's practice it now, uh without wands please... after me, riddikulus."
"Riddikulus." Most of the class repeated.
"Very good-."
The wardrobe shook again, and most of the class backed up.
"A little louder, and very clear... listen, riddikulus." The teacher said loudly.
"Riddikulus." Now most of the class has joined in.
"This class is ridiculous." I heard Draco whisper to his servants.
God, I miss him.
"Very good, well so much for the easy part. You see, the incantation alone is not enough. What really finishes a boggart, is laughter. You need to to force it to assume a shape you find truly amusing." He blabbered on. "Let me explain, Umm, Neville, would you join me please.
Neville looked around the room, with a scared expression on his face.
"C'mon don't be shy... c'mon."
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RomanceY/n Callisto thought she was just a muggle. An ordinary girl at the age 13 who lived in Ammordale (a town down South)with her parents and her two brothers. That all changed when someone showed up at her house. Before she knew it, just 3 hours later...
