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𝒜 𝒮𝒽𝒶𝓁𝓁𝑜𝓌 𝒢𝓇𝒶𝓋𝑒

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𝒜 𝒮𝒽𝒶𝓁𝓁𝑜𝓌 𝒢𝓇𝒶𝓋𝑒

The afternoon came quick, I had just finished my potions class, before rushing off through central hall which was heaving like bees in a hive. Turning left down a small corridor, leading to the small entrance, leading to the big oak doors which opened to the entrance courtyard. It was heaving, I saw some Slytherin's go off down to the pitch, my brother with them as he was busy talking to them. I smiled slightly before walking over to the drawbridge. There he stood, he was pacing back and forth thinking.

"Ah, there you are." I smiled approaching him.

"There you are," He said smoothly. "I was beginning to think you had bailed on me." He teased as we walked through the drawbridge.

"Oh please," I commented. "I have been looking to escape the castle all day."

He raised his eyebrow, his hands folded behind his back. "I am assuming a bad day?"

"Whyever someone would put me through two hours of potions I have not a clue!" I complained as we started on the dirt trail.

"You not a potions fan?" He asked.

"Oh I am, just two hours with Imelda staring into my soul is truly unnerving, have you spoken to her yet?"

"I did this morning, let's say she did not take it well, so her staring into your soul was my doing." He apologized.

"I can only assume she is furious," I commented, we just made it to the first bridge.

"Oh she was," He laughed. "Furious doesn't even graze the surface, she was plotting your demise."

I chuckled. "Well she can plot all she likes," He smiled slightly. "Anyways, we shall buy a few outfits for you, I am planning on wearing blue tonight, so your outfit should correlate."

"Blue? You want me to wear a blue suit?" He said pulling a disgusted face.

"Oh god no, a blue suit would look awful!" I bursted out laughing. "A blue waistcoat shall suffice quite well."

"Have you read that book yet?" He asked.

I had almost forgotten about the sundrop flower entirely. "I can admit, no, but I am sure the more we research the better prepared we shall be for when we do eventually find this sundrop flower."

"I am hoping we find it soon, I would hate for Anne to miss the Yule Ball." He sighed deeply.

I peeked out of the corner of my eye. "She shall attend Sebastian, do not get your hopes up!" I tried comforting him. He simply nodded. We passed the forbidden forest, the treeline did not look as unnerving during daylight. I had always wanted to explore the natures of that forest, but never had the courage.

"So, what are your terms and conditions then?" He asked.

"Well we have to get the first formal dance invite, no hesitation." I persisted.

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