Patience

Chapter 83

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That night Mar, Seiko, and I make our way up to the Hufflepuff common room after today's abnormal events. Upon entering our dorm I overhear Hydra and Ophelia's obscure discussion.

"Honestly, how daft does one have to be to not know it was Potter?" Hydra says, rolling her eyes dismissively as we enter.

"I mean come on, the boys a freak, Dumbledick's just too blind to see it." Ophelia adds, looking over to me for a reaction, which she was close to getting. My blood boiled at the mere mention of Harry's name from those two dimwits.

"Precisely, he's a perverted aberrant, it was only a matter of time before he'd go around on a killing spree." This was it, with those final words from Hydra I dart towards her, legs moving without being told to. I grab hold of her neck and squeeze. My hands trembled in vexation and my jaw tensed.

"Mutter one more fucking word about him and I'll be sure he and his "aberrant" ways get you first." I growl, watching the color drain from her face, though not diminishing the smirk stuck on her lips.

"Oh," She chuckles, "Rosewood's got something to say." I let my tight hold of her throat go and push her with all my force back, causing her to slam into the wall. A loud bang sounding from where her head hit the unyielding brick wall.

"This is your last fucking warning. Say one more word about him that isn't praise for saving the goddamn school last year and I won't hesitate to hex you to the rotting cell reserved for you in hell." I take out my wand and start walking forward before feeling a hand on my forearm.

"E, that's enough, she gets it." Marissa says softly in my ear, but it wasn't enough. It wasn't enough until she was kissing the floor, begging for forgiveness. Because I'd let her off easy before, ignored her harassment towards me, my friends, and my little brother, but today was when it stopped.

"He's just like you, pretending to be tough and strong, with that stupid hero complex, when you're both really just weak cowards. Trying to cover the fact that neither of you has any family to care for and love them. Face it, you're both unlovable, and you can't bear it." Hydra taunts from the corner where she sits on the ground, weak and resorting to emotional violence instead of my approach for physical. I make my way over to her, grabbing her face in my hands and turning it to face my dangerous glare.

"You little imbecile. You think you know me so well. Don't you? You put all your self-hate on to me and others. But you really are the weak link. No family, no love, no happiness, and no one to blame but yourself. Even your one friend would rather go to some strange guy then talk with you." I seeth, words coming out like venom from my fangs. I lean closer and talk in a dangerously low tone; so only her and I know what's being said. "You love her, don't you? But she doesn't feel anything towards you. Nothing but pity and ruth for your dark, solace soul."   

"You know nothing."

"Yes, but the look on your face says otherwise." I run my tongue along the trail of my front teeth and walk away. As I close the door of the room she mutters the only words she can after me seeing right through her:

"Bitch."

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After an infuriating potions class I make my way to the great hall, following the sea of students curious as to see what the commotion was. Across the hall was a small knot of people, gathering about the notice board, reading a piece of parchment that had been just put up.

"They're starting a dueling club!" A student's excited voice sounds through the echoing corridor.

I make my way and read through the information. The meeting for all years was in an hour. I nod to myself, finally this school has an interesting club. Not long after, I meet Seiko and Mar at the entrance to the hall, ready to go to the clubs first meeting. Upon entering I see the long tables have been cleared and are replaced with a long walkway, slightly elevated off the ground.