𝖫'𝖺𝗉𝗉𝖾𝗅 𝖣𝗎 𝖵𝗂𝖽𝖾 • 𝘉.𝘊. 𝘑𝘳.

𝗒𝖾𝗅𝗅𝗈𝗐 𝖽𝖺𝗐𝗇

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        Mornings have never been my thing. I believe they are there to make people miserable and increase the suicide rate.

Well, I won't give them that pleasure, and that's why I took my eyes off the yellowish ceiling and got out of bed.

I'm glad that Dumbledore was so worried for the safety of the other 4 Hufflepuff girls, he had to move them to another dorms. I have the entire dorm to myself and I haven't lifted a finger.

It didn't take long for me to do my duties as a human being (biologically) and use soap and water as well as toothpaste and a toothbrush before getting dressed for the day.

The uniform gives me nightmares and headaches. Seeing yellow and black where there should have been green and silver is considered trauma.

I don't have much of a choice though as I tie a yellow tie with black parallel stripes and consider tightening it until my face turns purple.

I decided against it, which I regret the moment I leave the common room and see the person who is the cause of my greatest miseries.

Bartemius is also the reason why this school hasn't already burned to the ground. He always shines a light on me wherever I go, so I wouldn't be able to go unnoticed if I wanted to kill any student who dared to stand in my way.

I'm not the most patient person, and the corridors can be full. If I killed someone so I wouldn't be late for class, they'd probably know who it was before they even spotted me.

"Ah, your eyes. Always so happy when they catch sight of me. So full of love I wonder-"

"Don't wonder, go away." Sometimes I make an effort to study his reaction to my dismissive words, to see if he plans to give up.

Fucker still got that grin. It's like he's already numb from the lost number of rejections and now he's just doing it for fun and going around screwing other girls. Or boys, I don't like to assume things.

I've actually never seen him with a girl before other than that Ravenclaw girl who would always be nice to me. Pandora, I think is her name.

"Easy, love, you don't really want me to go." That smirk of his, it used to be fun to wipe it off his irritating face. "I was wondering if you would be so kind as to walk with me to the Great Hall to attend breakfast?" An outstretched hand and a smile so bright that the sun was ashamed.

The plan is simple, just take his hand. Feel his skin on yours, he is human just like you. This is for the future.

I reached out and felt the soft skin of his palm. His hands are warm and like heaters for my freezing ones. Maybe our hands were made for each other, but my soul was not made for his.

The boy wasn't surprised, he was shocked. So much so that the words stuck in his throat and he was silent the rest of the way to the hall. Bartemius is never quiet. He is a disaster, chaos runs through his veins and the words always roll off his tongue like poison. He is the type of boy who would moan in the back of the classroom when it was quietest and someone who would make noises just because he was afraid of silence.