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╰┈➤ ❝ You'll never have me you lying bastard ❞
The daughter of Sirius Black tries to fend off love.
Will she prevail or will she fall into its pits of intoxication?
May include:
⁀➷ Sexual content
⁀➷ Mental health issues
⁀➷ Drug use...
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┌──── " 💭 „ └➤Enola's POV。
Currently I was wondering around the school aimlessly waiting for the feast/sorting to be over. Obviously I'm not attending. It's boring and loud. Very loud. All the excitement, clapping and cheering is exhausting.
"Enola." A bored monotone voice rang through the empty corridor. Turning around in fright I almost got whiplash.
"Hey sev, good break?" I didn't let it show but I was nervous- the man makes me shit bricks.
"My time was pleasant considering I wasn't surrounded by imbeciles- but enough of that, why aren't you at the feast darling?"
"Just didn't feel like it" I said looking at my feet, shifting from one to another, he huffed.
"Follow me" he said while striding down the corridor.
I followed not wanting to aggravate the man; Severus and me had a weird relationship, I was like his daughter- and he was like my father but we kept a distance from each other. I don't know why we just did- I was fine with that though. I was just grateful that he was there; he aids me when I need it, he also listens to me when I needed it. It was comforting to know someone actually cared.
As I was in my own head I didn't realised he had stopped- so I walked straight into the back of him and stumbled straight onto my arse. Great. He was just stood there (🧍🏻♂️). Stupid old grease ball. I knew he was smirking. Cocky bastard. Clearing his throat he continued down the corridor and into his office. Oh that shit, he did it on purpose- two can play that game old man I thought smirking; and with that I leaped off the ground and stumbled after him.
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Walking into his office I was greeted dark and dingy room- typical.
"Sit" he commanded softly. He was sat behind his large, dark, mahogany desk in a dark green, almost black, leather chair that resembled a throne; what a Slytherin. I sat down in the underwhelming chair in front of his desk. It was just a wooden chair that matched his dark mahogany desk.
"So what's bothering you darling?"
Of course he knows I thought, mentally rolling my eyes. Cant he just not know me that well? Annoying git.
"I don't know what you're talking about" I said flatly.
" Yes you do darling. I know you, and I know when your ticked off more than usual, I can feel it in the air" he mused.
What a jokester.
"Something in the air?" I scoffed
"See what I mean?"
I slumped, he's got me there.
"You don't have to tell me but just know that if you do wanna talk I'm here- and please for merlins sake don't take it out on everyone else, I have enough trouble trying to restrain the Weasley twins. Bloody filthy scum" he said sinking into his chair in disgust.
I felt my eyes swell, it wasn't what he said, I just felt overwhelmed.
"Why is it so hard-" I sobbed.
"why does he have to bother, why can't he just leave me alone, I jus- just don't want anything to do with him, he has Harry, why does he have to drag me into it. It'll always be him. Why.Why! Why does he have to put me through so much pain- it feels like I'm being stabbed repeatedly"
My vision was completely blurred and my hearing was muffled, the only sound I could hear was mumbles, but at this point I didn't care, I just wanted it all to go away. Everything was becoming more separated, like my lines were overflowing with emotions. Then everything clouded over into black.
