Don't Stare

Chapter 3

Home, home sweet home.

I get through the front door as quietly as possible, twisting the handle, praying it doesn't squeak.

It squeaks.

"Fuck."

"Helloooo, is that you home?"

"Hi Mum." I say with a sullen tone.

She comes through beaming from ear-to-ear, "Hiya, how was school, was it alright? Come sit down and tell me all about it." She insists.

Well I might as well get it over and done with. "Alright then," I sit down, "nothing much happened today, just Alex being weird as usual and maths was extra boring for some reason."

"Is that because you have maths last and wanted to get to the library to see you-know-who." She says with an exaggerated wink.

God just shut up already. "No actually, I just wanted to get home tonight, it's been a really long day Mum." I say, hoping to sweet talk her into letting me go up to my room and get an hour or so of shut eye before bed.

"Alright alright I know you want to go get some sleep, chicken pasta bake for dinner tonight. Be down by 8 please."

"Ughhh." I groan, I hate chicken pasta bake, especially hers, she burns the cheese, and overcooks the pasta.

I trudge up the stairs to my room, it definitely doesn't meet "box room" requirements but it's not big enough to be called a "normal sized" room.

Sighing, I flop down on my bed, exhausted but still riding a high of happiness at having finally talked to them after months of stealing glances from a distance.

My phone pings loudly, waking me up from a snooze that I hadn't even realised I'd fallen into.

One new text from "Unknown"

What the fuck?

I tap on it, expecting some stupid kind of telemarketer.

~ Hiya

~Hello? Who is this?

~ The only person in the world who loves Harry Potter so much.

Holy fucking shit. It's them. Oh my god. I immediately put in a contact name, typing out the first letter of their name and then stop. Who was is they said? Luna was their favourite? I type in those 5 letters and look at the profile, their number, titled with "Luna".

Smiling to myself I tap out a quick message back.

~ Aha, the Luna lover.

~ I could say the same to you Mr Snape.

Fuck I have to read Harry Potter now.

~ Well I would love to keep this conversation going but unfortunately I know jackshit about Harry Potter, can we talk about something else please haha.

I suddenly have a thought, it might work, but it's gonna look shitty, my fingers fly over the touch keyboard, but hesitate over "Send."

Fuck it.

"Message sent"