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chapter thirteen

I ran a hand through my messy bed hair as I read the time on my small alarm clock: 6.30. Great, first time I had woken up early in the school year! My thoughts quickly went back to yesterday,  and I felt the butterflies in my stomach. i  tried to calm myself down but it was pretty impossible. On the bright side, getting up earlier meant I had more time to think about what happened, and rack my brain into reading too much in small details.

I couldn't forget his soft raspy voice, and gaze... He had been flirting, right? I mean it certainly looked like it, but maybe that's how he was. "ughhh" I groaned into my pillow. I felt like he easily flirted with people, as he had the charisma and charm, and the looks too. I closed my eyes and tried to picture him six years ago: probably drunk every weekend, with a new girl on his arm every couple of weeks and perfect grades.

I felt my face get hot and embarrassed. Why did I ever think it would be a good idea to ask him to give me extra work? Yes, I was getting bored since I was pretty advanced in most of the subjects, but telling Alex about it wasn't very bright of me. Now he probably thought I'm some desperate nerd who wanted to be a teachers pet. Fuck. 

I got up and went straight to the bathroom: I needed a calming morning routine, something to make me look and feel put together. I took a long relaxing shower and tried to forget everything, taking deep breaths. When I stepped out, I took my time putting on body lotion and curled into my warm towel.

 I finally got up from my cocoon, and changed to my uniform, combed my hair, washed my teeth,  and sprayed some of my favorite perfume: a cinnamon and honey scent invaded the room. Wow, if my mom saw me she'd be surprised I was actually being hygienic. I tried to do my Gryffindor tie on, but finally gave up and ran downstairs to the Great Hall. I was going to need to eat if I wanted to survive the morning (although maybe not a lot, my nerves could always get the best of me).

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It wasn't as empty as I expected, probably because I had gotten used to the deserted hall in weekends. Still, there weren't many gryffindors, even if the Hufflepuff and Slytherin table's were almost full. Blaise waved at me sheepishly from his table and I smiled back at him. He got up whispering something to Theo and walked towards me.

"Good morning Eve" he said as he sat next to me. Wow, next thing would be pigs flying, because I did remember Blaise saying something about how the house rivalries worked, especially between gryffindors and slytherins. At my raised eyebrow he smiled "Oh come on, there aren't that many gryffindors now and, you're not going to have breakfast alone, are you?" I nodded and laughed, grabbing the coffee pot between us. "I don't remember you having class first thing on Mondays though" he said now, looking at me intently. Should i tell him?  I mean, it wasn't a secret that I liked literature, and it wasn't weird that I was doing some extra work.

Anyways, it wasn't that much of a big deal, right? "I was going to see a-Mr Turner for a new project" I said nonchalantly, focusing on pouring my coffee. Blaise looked interested "Really? Is he a good teacher?" I nodded almost instantly "Uhuh, he's really dedicated to his work, you can really tell it" Blaise smirked at me and I rolled my eyes, brushing it off. "Oh really? Is he as good as all the slythering girls whisper about?" "Don't talk to me in that tone Blaise. He's a great teacher, if that's what you're asking"