Winters Cloak | S.S

21 | Bitterness flows with Jealousy

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The antique mold-ridden sink sprinkled water inside the Potions classroom. It's ambiance somehow tickling your insides, making you cringe.

Can someone please--for the love of God, stop that noise?!

"Students, you all shall know that today I will brew Amortentia. You must all take notes." Snape roamed the class, watching everyone in pure disgust as some rolled their eyes and others giggled excitedly.

About time, I was wondering, just how long did he leave that potion? Is he afraid of love or does he find love disgusting because all the couples start making out after sniffing the cauldron? Because I can relate.

You slumped in your stool.

Suddenly, you felt your body shake. Your heart vibrating and it was causing you to feel slight pressure on your chest.

The dark mark was burning your inner wrist.

You look up to find Severus already staring at you. He probably felt it too. You gulped, slowly inching your hand up to leave.

His gaze was hooked into your eyes. He nodded in affirmation. You got out of your seat with all eyes on you, curious as to how you got away with Snape letting you leave.

Dang it, I'm going to miss out on sniffing the potion.

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You stood inside the bathroom, eyeing your reflection. Feeling the pain obstruct your vision, displaying a blurry hue on the mirror. It hurt.

It hurt so bad.

When does this stop?! And the fact that Snape has to deal with this kind of pain while teaching...I kinda feel bad for him.

"Arghh." You groaned. One quick look behind you—yes everything was empty. Nobody was hiding inside the stalls.

Or perhaps you had thought wrong because someone's voice filled the empty void.

"Are you alright?" The minuscule voice came out of the shadows. You glanced back at the mirror, your reflection was illuminated by the small light above the mirror.

You observed the corner stall. You had forgot to check that one.

You clenched your teeth and turned your head. Only to find Louise standing there with a concerned expression.

"You again?" You asked with a scoff. Despite the burning of the mark, you wanted her to be out of sight, out of mind. And you would do anything to get rid of a backstabbing person like her.

"It's burning, isn't it?"

You felt your eyes widening, it was obvious she knew something about you. Something you hadn't even told her.

How did she know?

"What?" You asked, pretending to be oblivious to her seemingly harmless question.

You grasped the edge of the faucet with both hands. Your body facing her as she proceeded to walk closer. Your voice echoed in the bathroom. The dimness made it eerie yet somewhat sane.

"Show me." She whispered, in a gentle motion, reaching her pale hand to grasp yours.

Her voice came out slightly hoarse. As if she had been shouting at somebody the entire day.

But before she could, you flinched back as you felt her touch. She paused, then stares at you.

"I'm not going to hurt you. If that's what you're thinking." She whispered again.