"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 TWENTY-ONE
THE HEADMASTER OF ILVERMORNY dismissed us all then, a flick of his hand spared to us as he turned away to speak to Professor Jebediah Keystone—the defense against the dark arts teacher at the school. I saw the lines of their faces contort slightly as they exchanged a conversation inaudible to others around them. There was a certain sense of urgency in the way they talked hushed, and I couldn't fully decipher it when Bridgette called my name, running up to me and turning my attention away.
"C'est bon," She hurried, holding my elbow. "C'est bien, d'accord? Two less days of practice won't hurt you, you'll catch up."
I looked at her, disbelief etched in my features. "Are you still on that? Cela n'a pas d'importance."
I pushed past her, making my way to the exit of the Grand Hall, behind the ranks of the other competing students.
"Yes," Bridgette pressed, catching up to my side. "That is what I'm saying. It doesn't matter."
She sounded relieved as she kept up with my pace, as we navigated behind the leaving students. Everyone dispersed, turning to their respective directions as I took a sharp left and headed to our dorm tower, right behind the like minded Durmstrangs. Viktor Krum was nowhere in sight, and I found myself looking over my shoulder. Had he stayed in? A private conference with Agilbert Fontaine? It was unlikely, considering he had already gotten his punishment and the headmaster would most likely not change it anytime soon. Turning to face ahead, my eyes caught Yordanka Hristova's as she looked over her shoulder—no doubt looking for the form of Krum too.
Her jaw tightened as our eyes met, and she halted in her steps, a furious smirk spreading over her features as she turned around. Three Durmstrangs followed suit. Zubair Dimitrova noticed her absence and he halted too, turning back to look at what had occurred. A look of concern broke through his dark features as he spotted me as well, and he hurried by Hristova's side, his strides long and urgent.
I stopped a few feet away from her, folding my arms across my chest as Bridgette's footsteps stopped at my side.
"You're bold to be saying what you said back there," Yordanka's words were curt, molded by her thick Bulgarian accent and tainted by her venom.
