Crying is for The Weak {DISCONTINUED}

Chapter 7

Belinda carried her head on her shoulders with a sag. She walked towards the common room to drop off her stuff so that she can then head to detention. She was dreading it. She did not want to have a whole 2 hours of detention with Tom. She tried so hard to keep her head up high. She was exhausted. That duel drained her mentally and physically. She put her bags down and looked at the time. "20 minutes," she thought to herself, "just 20 minutes, and then I will head to detention." Belinda laid down on the soft, velvety couch and felt her eyes slowly close.

It was dark. 

Not a single light, but the moon had reflected on the trees.

Pat! Pat! Pat!

"LEAVE ME ALONE"

"Stop running darling, you can't resist for too long" 

A darkness passed Belinda and grasped her hand tightly.

"STOP!"

"STOP!"

"STOP!" Belinda yelled.

Belinda sprung awake and stared at the common room with wide eyes. She was in a cold sweat and could not feel her feet. She took off the blanket and ran to look at the time. 

"Oh, Shit!" "I'm gonna be late," Belinda grabbed a book and a quill, along with a piece of parchment. She ran down the halls until she reached the Professors class. When she opened the door she saw the clock and noticed that she was 10 minutes late. She looked over at the Professor who had a scowl on his face and then turned to look at Tom who was writing in his book. 

"Sit Down Miss Blacksmith," The Professor stated calmly. The name struck Tom and he looked up from his book and scoffed. 

"Fancy seeing you here, I thought you weren't going to make it on time," He said, with a slight smirk on his face. 

Belinda ignored Tom's annoying remarks and sat one desk away from him. She looked to her side and smiled sarcastically before opening her book and reading the scuffed words on the front page. Tom noticed the title of the book and became intrigued. It read: "Defense Against The Dark Arts, Restricted Version," Belinda felt the pair of eyes on her and turned to face Tom once more. 

"Can I do anything for you Riddle?" she asked. 

"Where did you get that?" he asked pointing at the leather book. 

"That's not important, where did you get that?" Belinda asked, mimicking his movements and pointing at his Dark Arts book that she fancied a while ago. 

"That's not significant to this conversation," Tom stated and continued reading. 

Belinda shook her head and smiled, before scribbling on her parchment. 

It was quiet in the classroom, Tom was focusing on his book and reviewing the notes he had written in the margins. Belinda was writing on her parchment, making sure that she had a hand covering her work. Tom was fascinated as to why Belinda had the urge to cover her parchment. What was she writing? 

"What are you writing?" Tom asked, in a monotone voice, making sure to not take his eyes off the book. 

"Nothing," she said, still writing with her quill. 

"Well, obviously It's not nothing!" He responded a little louder causing the professor to gesture a hush from across the room. 

Belinda glared at him and looked back at her parchment.