Herbology has been awkward considering I still sit next to Luis.
I'm surprised he hasn't asked to move.
I would ask to move away if someone called me whatever the equivalent (if there even is one).
I feel awful.
I truly feel disgusted.
I know you'd say I shouldn't but I do.
His silence has made me feel worse. If he retaliated then I wouldn't care as much.
I suppose I deserve this feeling.
I can't imagine how he feels.
Perhaps he doesn't care. Perhaps, I'm overthinking it.
I don't think I am overthinking it. I think he would care- a lot.
But it was needed.
For I am protecting him from you.
I shouldn't protect a muggle-born, but I am.
He deserves love from wherever it finds him.
I toy with the boiled sweet in my mouth as I read the instructions on how to take care of a bouncing bulb.
'Bouncing bulbs can be aggressive when feeling threatened by bouncing towards the possible attacker. Mature bouncing bulbs can reach the size of a doorway whilst the younger ones...'
Suddenly, the letters start to move and reshuffle themselves before me. Confusion consumes me and I don't know what to do until they form into legible sentences. My eyes widen, 'Meet me by the whomping willow as soon as possible after the lesson. Obviously not too close to it, but please.'
That doesn't sound like you.
You wouldn't beg.
Could it be Luis?
I don't think it's likely considering the circumstances.
Who else would want to meet me?
I look around the classroom, it must be someone in here but who knows enough magic to discombobulate the words in my textbook?
Was it even for me? It may be that they directed the spell to the wrong book and it hit mine.
So the message wouldn't even be for me. I wonder what you would do in this situation.
You'd probably find out in five minutes.
You see, I don't have the brainpower for this.
I wish I did, it would be far easier.
I look around me again to my classmates gathering their things and putting away their pots. Suggesting that it is the end of the lesson and time to decide whether I go meet this person.
However, there is a risk.
Would it make you unhappy if I went?
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poison ivy; tom riddle
FanfictionFallen from grace, my wings are glass, they shatter. Without love, we cease. Ivy Rosier knew that to love, she would have to lose her mind. Short story; Tom Riddle