Velda Adams despises everything that has to do with ignorance, rudeness, disrespect and discrimination. Or all in all; everything that Regulus Arcturus Black embodies.
Regulus Black despises everything that has to do with mudbloods, stubbornness, bo...
[no amount of guilt can change the past, no amount of anxiety can change the future]
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Velda held her broom tight in her hands as she walked through Hogwarts' corridors. She thought that maybe Quidditch would clear her mind after what had happened the previous evening.
She could feel his heart beating under her hands.
His eyes never leaving her own.
They were truly beautiful.
She couldn't get it out of her head and it angered her. It angered her that he had such an effect on her, that he could drive her insane with simply his presence. She hated him. She wished she could simply ignore him like Meadow would if she didn't like someone. Stay as calm as Ada did whenever someone angered her. Laugh it off like Asher or have a way with communication like Chester did. No, she had to be something like the disappointment of the friendgroup who only knew bloody knuckles and impulsiveness. Which was definitely not a secret after collecting multiple detentions for getting in fights with other students over her past years at Hogwarts.
People tend to stay away from her because they never knew what to expect. She was a paradox and unpredictable. In one second she was sitting calmly in her chair, annotating Pride and Prejudice, in the other she was throwing the same chair at Mulcibler for calling her friend a mudblood.
She couldn't quite figure it out herself but nevertheless Mulcibler deserved it.
Her hand clenched into a fist as she continued pushing students out of her way, now with an undeniable glare on her face until she made it to a more reserved corridor.
Satisfied with her solitude she let out quiet sigh. Even though she had made a detour Velda thought it was for the best, her own thoughts had angered her so much that she wasn't sure if at some point she would've smashed her broom against an innocent first year.
That was until she noticed a sound coming out of the nearest classroom, it was usually empty so she was getting increasingly curious about why it seemed like someone was throwing chairs against the wall.
Velda pushed the door open. To her surprise her assumption seemed to be correct as two chairs laid in front of the wall, one with a broken leg.
She saw a figure standing in the room, their back turned towards her but as she closed the door behind her, they whirled around and revealed non other than Chester Fawley himself.
"Velda,"he breathed. His shoulders were going up and down with every breath he took, his eyes wide open and his hair looked as if he had brushed his hands through them several times. A nervous habit of him.
"Are you alright Fawn?" asked Velda, stepping closer to the clearly not alright looking boy.
"Just received a letter from them," he said, trying to sound casual.
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