Juicy ~ Timothée Chalamet (Timothée OC's)

ANGEL PT. 1 (R.A.B)

It's the beginning of 7th year. An exciting time for most, but a depressing and stressful time for others including myself. After this year it's Cotillion balls, marriage proposals, and weddings of those who will never love one another.

I make my way to first period walking to my normal station, noticing she wasn't in attendance, awaiting Even Rosier to rush to the seat next to me.

She was never late to class, if anything she would be here early, even before me. It was strange to be in the classroom before she had arrived.

I check my watch, '8:58'.

In our seven years, she was very rarely late.

As if summoning her, she walks in. Her hair framing her face, eyes piercing the core of whoever dared make contact, her breaths sharp and desperate.

She wasn't in her usual wear, her blouse missing a connecting button at the very top, her skirt hiked up slightly past mid thigh, her stockings reaching just underneath that. A slight dishevelment as a whole from her tardiness.

It had always been apparent to me when she missed her alarm.

All in all she was an angel walking amongst the worst of people life had to offer.

Tearing my gaze from her I realized there were two seats she could take, the one next to me, seeing as Evan didn't bother to show up, or the one next to George Abbott.

George stood out, he wasn't like the rest of us really, George was different. His parents wrongly broke a blood pact which resulted in him not being what most considered normal.

She looked from George to me, gripping her book close to her chest, making her way to him. For a half second I wished she didn't until I saw how his eyes lit up at her.

The same way mine did when she came round.

Slughorn stood at the front of the class carrying on about things we all half paid attention to, momentarily boasting of previous years' students and how wonderful they were. Another Professor rushed into the room as they whispered something in his ear.

"Excuse me class, continue your studies on Amortentia, I will return shortly." He leaves the room with them in a rush.

Not long after I hear the faint taunting of my fellow housemates, Demeter Mulciber and Lucius Malfoy.

"Say George let's play a game, yeah?" Malfoy sends him a devious grin.

"Yeah okay!" George excitedly smiles nodding his head.

Mulciber pulls a galleon from his pocket handing it to Lucius, Lucius turns it between his fingers making eye contact with George.

Suddenly I felt completely sick to my stomach. This was no game, it wasn't a new situation either. This was how they regularly tormented him.

"Demeter, Lucius. Don't." I stare harshly, warning them, knowing their sick game.

"Oh calm down Black, he likes it." Mulciber replies.

"I don't give a-"

"Alright now George, you know how it works?" Lucius interrupts loudly catching everyones attention.

He nods feverishly, the most genuine smile playing on his face, "Heads or tails!"

"Exactly m'boy! Heads or tails." Lucius sets the coin between his fingers, looking up at him.

I drag my eyes over to Y/N, she meets my gaze before she watches them with daggers in her eyes, Lucius flips the coin.

"Tails!" George exclaims as the coin is halfway in the air.