Winters Cloak | S.S

7 | Guilt

Walking to class, left arm linked with London, you smiled down the hallway. Transfiguration was around the corner and you were excited to have London by your side. You wouldn't be lonely.

"Watch your step--" London grabbed your arm much more firmly. You had almost tripped over your own feet, zoning out again. You nodded and gave him a smile. That is until your head tilted helped you observe a fresh scar underneath his chin.

Tucking a piece of hair behind your ear, you walked closer to your destination.

"You need to take care of yourself more." You say.

His eyes scanned the hallways, guiding you and him out. His secret side glances did not go unnoticed by you.

"I believe you should apply that advice much more than I should." He snickered. You gave him a dull look to which he simply shrugged his shoulders to.

"Your scar dummy." You stop walking and he did too. Looking him in the eyes deliberately, curious as to what he was hiding. You were shocked that he had concealed his scar so well, you were practically leaning against him, so close to him. Yet you hadn't noticed it. "Why do you have a fresh new scar? You didn't end up fighting anyone did you...?"

He bit his lip out of frustration. Shoving his hands in his pockets now.

"I don't have to tell you everything." He began.

You rolled your eyes at him. "Oh please. Weren't you the one who said I never share enough?" You crossed your arms, trying to get the point across. To which he only avoided eye contact once again. "Don't start becoming a hypocrite."

He rolled his eyes. "What are you going to do?" he clicked his tongue. "You are literally interrogating my boundaries."

"So I never had boundaries of my own London?" You placed a hand on your chest, trying to look him in the eyes. "Remember...I told you that I don't have to share everything and you're literally doing the same thing now."

There was awkward silence oozing through both of you, although the hallway was quite lively.

"Just...just leave it be." He massaged his temples in attempt to calm down.

You groaned. "Yeah. 'Leave' it be then, London." You gave him one more glance before rushing away from him.

"Hey wait!"

"I don't want to wait for you!"

He was rushing after you, and you couldn't get rid of his presence. You knew you looked like an idiot running, stumbling and bumping into random students who sneered at you but you wanted him out of your sight.

"Y/N!" He called out once more in defeat. Multiple students were now watching you both, causing you anxiety. He was about 2-3 blocks away now and stood there with an incredulous look on his face. Yet you could care less about him.

You knew you were acting very irrational. Of course he would know, he was a Ravenclaw. But your childish side has been slowly coming out recently. Maybe due to the unhealed trauma that seeps through your chest, a heavy burden of something you can't quite remember.

"Slow down please!" His voice reeked desperation. Guilt was building up inside of the pit of your stomach.

You can just face him, okay? If you don't confront him properly, how will you confront the most evil wizard known to mankind?

It's not all fun and games Y/N. Wake up. This is reality. Stop acting like an immature coward, start building relationships instead of turning them down, that way, you can beat Tom.