𝐭𝐫𝐮𝐬𝐭 𝐦𝐞, Regulus Black

twelve

[What are we going to do with all this future?]

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After Velda had woken up this morning, she had tried to convinced herself that everything that had happened the night before had been a bad dream or way too much alcohol, that made her head go fuzzy.

But as she walked down the Great hall, up to the Ravenclaws table, she quickly noticed that according to the pair of grey eyes following her every move, that everything had been real.

She knew that she would be worrying about that later on but at the moment the only thing she was able to think about was how to get rid of her headache and how to survive this day. But then again, as she looked down the blue table, she saw that her housemates were feeling quite similar.

She slumped down in front of her plate and lifted her head to see Asher staring at the table, his face pale and eyes almost closing again.

"Please kill me."

Velda raised her head, quickly regretting it as her head hurt even more from that small motion. "No."

"I hate you."

She scoffed and returned to her food... that she'd rather not touch at the moment.

Velda could feel Chester sitting down next to her. "Oh wow, look at you two shining as bright as the sun," he chuckled brightly.

Both of their heads slowly turned to the side to give him a glare but the Gryffindor was just sending them a smile, "Be careful, your cheeks must hurt from all of the smiling."

Velda slowly opened her mouth, "Chester," she placed a hand to her hurting head, "Shut the fuck up."

He just grinned at her, "And guess what we have in ten minutes?" He wiggled his brows, "Potions!"

The Ravenclaw stared at her plate, letting out a soft whimper, "Please, stop."

"And guess who you sit next to?"

"Chester, please."

"Regulus Black!"

Velda let out a soft sob, "Please shut up."

He leaned closer to them, so only the two could hear what he said, "The guy you had a pretty intense moment with last night."

Asher furrowed his brows, "What?!"

Velda slowly turned her eyes away from her plate and up to Chester, "What the fuck are you saying?"

He grinned smugly, "Oh nothing, just the cute sharing cigarettes Ada told me about."

"How does she know about that?!"

Chester shrugged, "She's Ada."

Veldas gaze turned back to the plate, "Right."