Whenever she got sad, there was 𝐦𝐨𝐧𝐞𝐲.
And, on the other hand, whenever he got sad, there was 𝐩𝐨𝐰𝐞𝐫.
Until they discovered something that only required both of them in the same room -- nothing else.
𝐀𝐧𝐝 𝐬𝐢𝐧𝐜𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐧, 𝐦𝐨𝐧𝐞𝐲...
Both parties are restricted from having romantic relationships with other people.
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F I R S T P E R S O N
Clarence had been very adamant in getting that second part of our tour, and he had been becoming increasingly annoying everyday since he had asked for my forgiveness.
Every interaction we had began to revolve around it. The other day at lunch, he had sat next to Danielle and I the entire time, unwelcomely chattering the hour away about his experience at Hogwarts so far and attempting to get a story or two out of me. And as ridiculously palpable his energy was, a huge fraction of myself was still aggravated for what he did.
He had carried my books to potions yesterday, earning a scowl from a certain blond. Not Danielle, no—she had giggled and mimicked kissing sounds all the way—but him. Draco. Just the one.
Clarence had even put pancakes with chocolate syrup on my plate earlier today, during breakfast, as he unsolicitedly shared his curiosity about the parts of the castle he hadn't yet seen.
It was a shame, though, because my interest on him was bordering on nonexistent, and my mind wandered elsewhere. And I preferred maple syrup. Especially when it's wiped off my mouth by a certain pair of lips.
I guess that's one thing you miss when all you know of me is what my mother tells you.
When my mother responded to the letter I had written her the night of Clarence's confession, she had conceded and took accountability to exactly what I had accused her of. She did, in fact, introduce me to him without my consent during a business meeting she and father had with the Mcallisters in the States. Before Cedric and I had even broken up. The summer before fourth year.
Ever since I received her owl, I never replied to any of the ones she's sent me, and it's been a little over a month now.
Not only was it a disrespect to me, but also to my late former lover. She knew I was happy with Cedric. She liked Cedric. It boggles me to no end how she found the nerve to set me up with a boy I haven't even met—when I had a boyfriend.
Perhaps the reason behind the shift in my perception of Clarence was because of this confirmed assumption. He wouldn't have known me, probably wouldn't have had his hopes up, if my mother hadn't painted a picture of this beautiful and kind (with, not to mention, an insane amount of generational wealth) girl. To some, those simple traits might be who I am, but those are not all that I am. Not all there is to like about me.
