𝐂𝐎𝐌𝐄 𝐁𝐀𝐂𝐊 - a kotlc tiana fanfiction//【hogwarts au】

𝙘𝙝𝙖𝙥𝙩𝙚𝙧 𝙩𝙬𝙤

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   "Miss Vacker, I'd appreciate it if you would stop doodling and focus on the lesson." Professor Galvin's voice rang out, sharp as a knife.

   But I was not in the mood to be cut by it.

   "And I'd appreciate it if you stopped talking so I can focus on my drawing." I smiled as sweet as I could muster up at the moment, pretending I didn't see the glare Foster shot at me. As much as she hated Professor Galvin and Potions class altogether, she hated me more.

  I added her to my drawing of a bloody Fitz on the floor, an arrow piercing through his heart. Marella leaned over me and whispered into my ear.

  "Coat closet on second floor. Meet me during break." Her icy blue eyes were filled with concern, and I felt gratitude flooding my heart. And as much as I didn't want to, I nodded my head and hoped I wouldn't give too much away.

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   I'd be lying if I said I hadn't tried to ditch Marella.

   I felt guilty obviously, the second I decided on it. But I didn't need to go and blab to her about my sob story right when she was falling in love with his sister. At least that's the excuse I told myself.

   The truth was, by break my brain felt like it was on fire, trying to comprehend the lessons and my chaotic morning. So I ditched Marella. It was a good decision at first. I cooled off and consoled myself. Maybe you don't have to worry. You don't ever have to think about him. Maybe you won't even see him again.

  Well, that turned out to be wrong.

  I was rounding the hall on fourth floor, as far away from Marella as I could get. "No Marella, no Tam," I muttered to myself. "No Marella, no Ta-".

  It was at this moment, she knew she fu-

  I ran into a mass of all black "-Tam." I finished.

  He had knocked into me, sending my books scattered around. He had also apparently knocked the wind out of me. "Y-you, uh, made my books drop."

  I closed my eyes, praying he wouldn't say anything awkward. What if he says I love you, or I missed you, or-

   Tam glared at me. "Your books, your mess. Clean it up before someone trips on them."

   And then Tam Song stepped over them and sashayed on without a glance back.

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   "You're late." Professor Ceah said (it was the second time I'd heard that today), and the whole history class swiveled their heads back to look at me. I straightened my blazer and made an attempt to smile, hoping the class didn't notice my pink-tinged eyes, or my tear-enriched sweater.

   Professor Ceah looked down her nose at me for one heart stopping moment, then smiled warmly. "Take a seat anywhere," she said. It was obviously a joke. The only seat available was next to–

   Crap.

  I stared straight forward in an obvious attempt not to make eye contact as I settled into the only plush chair left, right next to the boy who had disappeared.

   "Vacker," he said silkily. I glanced at him from the corner of my eye. How could he have changed so much in three years? His bangs were silvery at the ends. His uniform was all black, matching the dark look in his eyes. I rolled mine. "Song."

   "Don't call me that," he hissed as Professor Ceah handed out readings about Azkaban. Of course, Tam didn't like to be called that. He hated his parents.

   And for some reason, he now hated me.

   "Sure thing, Song."

   This is going to be a long year.

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! ⌨︎♊︎ [𝙖𝙪𝙩𝙝𝙤𝙧'𝙨 𝙣𝙤𝙩𝙚]:

sorry for the wait! I was really busy and didn't have motivation to write, but as you can see, I'm back!

now that it's winter break, I'll be able to update wayyy more and wayyy more frequently! anywho, comment down below what you though.

also Professor Ceah is that one teahcer we all want but will never have  😭

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