Bewitched ║ H. J. P oneshots

Mr. Potter (pt. 3)

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"Well then, I have something to point out as well."

"That is?"

"You should not be speaking to your trainer this way."

"I'll be sure to keep that in mind next time."

"I hope you do."

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I have never understood how people can like or love each other. I've seen it, but it's hard to process how. My parents. My sister and her wife. Tessa and James. They have a connection. A special one. How can you build such a connection?

Never felt it, and weirdly, I don't want it either. I don't mind if I were to have that kind of special connection with someone, but it has not once captured my interest. I'm not one with a curious heart, so not knowing the feeling of having such a connection did not trigger my desire to experience things like that. Until two weeks ago. In the park. With my mentor. Or trainer, or whatever his title is.

It's been two weeks and I can't get the image of his smile out of my head. It's everywhere, sometimes I feel like I'm trapped. I absolutely hate this. If I had the choice to unfeel, unsee, un-everything, I would. It makes me feel things. And I just feel bad, unwell, but in a way I can't quite explain.

The worst part is the sessions. I did notice Mr. Potter has got a nice body, especially the arms, since the first time I saw him. But it never bothered me, at least not for the first week. Now, everything just seemed better in a way, when clearly, nothing has changed. The only thing that changes is my reactions to it. Pathetic. That's the word. Pathetic. I feel pathetic. I am pathetic.

That is exactly why I've been avoiding him at all costs. Luckily, he's not too active in the neighbourhood. At least not when I need to walk Gray. The only times I see him, for the past week, is in the training sessions. So that's good right?

I groaned against my pillow. I can't even stay focused on reading my favourite book. Or anything at this point. Placing my book aside on my bedside table, I stood up and went to the kitchen to make myself another cup of tea. I only do coffee in the morning, and what I need least is staying awake right now. I made myself chamomile, Gray tailing me from behind.

As I poured the tea into my cup, the doorbell rang. I looked at Gray, and Gray looked at me. I don't think I am expecting any guests today. We stayed like that for a while until the bell rang again, prompting me to walk to the door and look through the peephole. It was Mrs Elis.

I opened the door, "Mrs Elis. Is there anything I can help you with?"

"Only here to give you these," she handed me a plate of nine freshly baked cookies, "Just bring the plate down once you're done with it," she pats my arm before leaving.

"Thank you!" I smiled, as she waved her hands in the air, gesturing something like 'it's nothing. It's nothing.'

I closed the door behind me, placing the plate on the counter, beside the cup of tea. Maybe I shouldn't sleep, I'll just watch a movie. If it's a good movie, it may take my mind off things. I brought the cookie and tea with me as I went back into the room, Gray still following me from behind. I have a living room, but the TV is in my bedroom. I chose to place it across my bedroom, because the sage green sofa in my living room isn't particularly the most comfortable. It was the few things that had been provided by Mr and Mrs Elis when I first rented the flat, along with the kitchen set, and two mugs I hadn't gotten the chance to use.