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Kaira Henderson:
The Slytherin group and I were sitting in the Great Hall, eating the breakfast. Most of them just played with their food. The atmosphere was tinged with a lot of tension, as Draco, was now sitting with us again. The usual talks we do while sitting here was now replaced by an uncomfortable silence that hung in the air. You could cut the tension with a knife. Gosh.
As I picked at my breakfast, I couldn't help but see the hesitancy in the group's interactions. The clinking of utensils against plates echoed in the otherwise muted hall, growing the awkward quiet that was with us. It became clear that the presence of Draco had now changed everything in our daily conversations...
Feeling the weight of the silence, I decided to break the tension. I slam the fork and spoon in frustration, creating a sharp sound that made them all look at me. Looking at them, I couldn't keep the need to start talking.
"C'mon, guys. Can this get any more awkward?" The question hung in the air, a lighthearted attempt to take away the discomfort that had taken hold of our breakfast gathering. At this point, I think they're just acting like a bunch of children. The problem was with Tom and I, and if I decide to forgive him, I don't think they should be mad at Draco anymore. My words were replied with just them staring at me, each person silently acknowledging the awkwardness that had settled with us.
I hear a sigh from Pansy, breaking the attention for me. She looked tired of it too. She looks down at her fork that was playing with the food. "So," she starts. "are you guys ready for the Herbology test?"
As people start to reciprocate and answer her, creating a conversation, I look at Pansy in a grateful way. She throws a small flying kiss my way in return, making me smile.
As our breakfast unfolded, the initial awkwardness began to go away, and the tension finally didn't settle with us. Conversations started to flow, and the clatter of cutlery against plates was gradually mixed with snippets of laughter. Just as we finally started to get friendly again, our conversation was interrupted.
"Thomas and Kaira Henderson?" A voice spoke, grabbing the attention of the table. Luckily, the other people still continued their conversation.
Thomas and I exchanged glances, wondering why Professor McGonagall had called us.
"Yes, Professor?" I answer with stitched eyebrows.
"Professor Dumbledore would like to see you in his office." She says and leaves with a sorrowful look on her face. Oh, no. What have we done? We can't get in trouble already! Fuck.
I looked back at all of them in a concerned face. They gave us a sorrowful faces back, not knowing what was going on either.
As Thomas and I started following McGonagall, I speak. "Is everything alright, Professor?" I ask from behind her, nervous about what we could've possibly done, Thomas listening in closely. Now that I think of it, I don't think I've done anything wrong that could get me in trouble. Other than the fact that I drank a bit in the tower, but I made sure to throw any evidence away.
"I think it's best if you find out yourself, dear." She replies, her hands folded in front of her professionally, but that did not stop the pity in her voice to show. I look at Tom again, who just mirrored my expression. He shrugs, silently answering my question.
This can't be good.
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The wall to Dumbledore's office felt like a surreal as Tom and I moved through the winding corridors of Hogwarts, the flickering torches casting shadows on the stone walls. The air was thick with anticipation, confusion and fear, the weight of the meeting with the headmaster hung in the atmosphere. I kept thinking on what this talk could be about, but nothing in specific came to my mind. Maybe I'm just overthinking it. Maybe it's just a friendly conversation. But then again, I've never spoken to Dumbledore face to face, let alone by myself.
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