"I can't be who you want me to be Draco! He changed me, he came along and showed me who I could be. And now that I have to live without him kills me because every breath I take without fucking hurts."
A Riddle and a Hale. I guess history really does...
"Did Devorah really just punch Draco in the face?"
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SEPTEMBER
"Try and hit me." "What?" "I didn't stutter Devorah. Try and hit me." Devorah and Mattheo stood in the astronomy tower.
"Things are going to go to shit real quick Devorah and you have to be able to fight without your wand. So try and hit me Devorah."
Making a fist Devorah tried to take a swing at Mattheo.
Which he dodged easily. She tried again, and again, and again. Which he dodged again, and again, again.
"Ok I can't. I can't do this." Devorah breathed, brushing loose strands of hair out of her face as she paced back and forth.
"Yes you can, Devorah. You have to want it bad enough." "I don't want it! I don't want any of this!" "You're angry." "What gave you that idea?" Devorah sighed.
"Who are you most angry at Devorah?" Mattheo spoke growing closer to her. "I- I don't know? Myself?" "I'm gonna ask you again."
Mattheo whispered, turning Devorah, dropping his hands to her hips and repositioning her stance. "Who are you angry at Devorah?"
"Dr-Draco." Devorah spoke tears pricking her eyes but she quickly blinked them away. "Good, now focus on that anger. Let that drive you."
OCTOBER
Mattheo threw a jinx at Devorah which she blocked. Quickly throwing a jinx back at him, Mattheo almost failed to block it. Almost. Catching her off guard with two spells Devorah flew back against the wall.
"Shit." Devorah muttered, her head ached but she pushed herself off of the wall and started firing as many jinx's back at him as she could. Mattheo never failed to block any of them.
It ended when Mattheo casted a disarming charm. "Good girl. Never stop fighting." Mattheo smirked which brought a smile to Devorah's lips.
NOVEMBER
"You're ten times stronger than me!" Devorah painted, "That shouldn't stop you Devorah! Do you know what's fucking coming!"
"Yes! A bloody war! That I'm never going to be ready for! If I don't stand a chance against you I'm never going to stand a chance against a thousand death eaters!"
"Everything was fucking handed to you, Devorah! And now the one time you have to actually fight for something! Fight for your fucking life you can't even do that."
"I'm just so fucking tired." "Being tired is how you end up dead. And you're not dying Devorah!" Mattheo fumed before storming off.
