"Trust me, you shouldn't want anyone like me on your back."
"Maybe I don't want anyone like you on my back," His eyes darkened as he stepped closer, confining me tighter into barely any space as my back pressed against the wall.
"Maybe I want you. U...
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CHAPTER TWELVE
MY STRENGTH ALLUDED ME at turns, and I fought hard to keep my restlessness at bay in the two lessons we had in the day. After the lessons, my training struck me to be impossible to get through, where I had believed it to be the easiest thing in the world. Where I had relied on it to keep my thoughts on a leash, my training was forcing my muscles and had left my brain detached and in full power.
It was hard not to think of The Elder Wand, of Grindelwald, or my own disloyal wand, and of that mysterious evil wizard who had seen no wrong in torturing Gregorovitch. The wizard who had forced my hand to wipe the old wandmaker's memories clean, of which, the man must've had so many.
Knowing Grindelwald was alive was.. terrifying. Most of my life since his capture in Nurmengard, I had considered him dead. Mother had told me often that he wouldn't survive the torture chamber he had created by his own hands. Mother had believed him to be dead and I didn't realize how strong that belief had gotten in us overtime. And now, to find out he was still alive, breathing, and calling me?
I glanced at Viktor Krum, hard at combat practice in the distance as he sparred with a sword against his friend and peer, Zubair Dimitrova. The latter caught me looking as he swayed to duck a blow from the seeker, and offered me a grin of his sparkling teeth against his dark skin, and a glint of his eye from a wink to accompany it. I turned my eyes away, cursing inwardly at being caught looking.
Viktor Krum hadn't acknowledged me all day, ever since he left my shared dorm looking like a cottage of stone and wood had blown up in his face—which of course it had. I had glanced at him amidst our shared lessons too, but he had had his face steeled ahead, paying attention to anything and everything the Ilvermorny professors had to say in midst of class. I had an intense urge to make him forget everything he knew, or had seen, of me. I could do the latter, with a rune. I could wipe myself out of his memories, but that would not help Gregorovitch summoning him, or him witnessing the memory loss spell and facing the bewildered wandmaker afterwards. Then he would do something stupid, he would tell someone of Gregorovitch's state and everything would go to hell.
