dear boy with the green eyes ⁂ golden trio era (UNDER EDITING/REWRITING)

vingt

     As they entered November, the weather turned cold. The mountains around the school became icy grey, and the lake was like chilled steel. Every morning the ground was covered in frost. It's nippy chill biting at bare cheeks, and creating billows with each breath.

The Quidditch season had begun. On Saturday, the first match of the year was being played by Slytherin and Gryffindor and Arabella was in all sorts of knots. Not because she was nervous. There was no lack of confidence in her performance, it was rather who she would see on the pitch. She had been slipped a note here and there but she'd leave it there on the table as she left. They just didn't get it.

At first much to Arabella's dislike, Adelaide had made it a habit to stick around the girl when she was out of her room. Gael had left her alone. For now, at least, everything seemed to finally slow down.

     "Hey Arabella, what's making you look like you're about to throw up?" the fourth year spoke with her mouth full of food. She looked up suddenly at the sound of her voice, forgetting that the older girl was sitting with her.

     "I um, it's nothing." she shuffled her foot on the stone floor finally reaching for her own lunch.

     "Clearly that's not the case. If it's the Quidditch match I can promise you, you've got nothing to worry about."

     "Clearly." Arabella mocked the girl, "I just don't know if I can face them..."

     "Gryffindor? Pleeease, you're one of the best chasers I've seen on this team in the last four years."

     "Seriously?" she deadpanned, her grey eyes steely as she looked over. Sighing she dramatically let her shoulders fall, "Have you even been listening these past two months? For a fourth year, you can be pretty vapid Ade."

     "Not to sound rude, but I thought you would've gotten over that by now. You knew them for what? A month, roughly." taking another bite of her sandwich,

     "There it is. Sometimes I question if you're actually a Slytherin. And I did too. But I can't, and it feels stupid." she hissed, "I don't like this feeling."

     "You know, in the two months you haven't said a word to nor mentioned the name Potter, but I'm one thousand percent sure that writing him letters isn't helping." the younger girl's face immediately blossomed with red her ears warming.

     "I DO NOT!" Arabella screeched grabbing the sleeve of the girl beside her and yanking it wildly.

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     The day before Arabella's first Quidditch match she spent flying. Adelaide of course was with her, sitting the the stands a book in her hands. Hovering way above the towers of the pitch, her grey eyes watched the sky above. It was sad. She was sad. Her face didn't show it, she stayed with a stoic expression as the birds above her soared. She envied them. She wasn't the typical sort to be jealous, but they flew so freely. They were going wherever they wanted. But even up here, even among the birds, and the clouds, she still felt the ball and chain heavy against her ankle. Her eyes fluttered close as she felt a drop of rain splash against her cheek. It started slow but soon the rain made the duo retreat to the commonroom.

It was noisy that evening. But, it was expected. Slytherin was prideful, but she was sure that the Gryffindors were being even more obnoxious. Everyone was radiating excitement, the sound of cheers and glasses clinking reached the girl's ears making the parchment in her hand crumple. She felt restless. 

Grabbing a new sheet she sighed before dipping her pen and placing it against the cream-colored paper.

Heya Cetus,

     Tomorrow is the first quidditch match, but don't worry I'm not nervous about it. I bet if you were here though it'd be a hundred times better. I'm enjoying my time at Hogwarts, I'm doing just as you said. Having fun.

I remember you mentioned a test you were nervous about, I hope it went well. I hope things at Beauxbatons are going well. I recently read this fascinating book about Basilisk, did you know that Herpo the Foul hatched a chicken egg under a toad to make a Basilisk, absolutely incredible right?! 

I miss you Cetus... I can't wait to see you on Holiday. I love you.

Arabella