"But hiding this truth is like trying to hold back the tide."
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Willow Evergreen, a Ravenclaw sixth year at Hogwarts, figures out she has some unique abilities. As she navigates the complexities of her newfound powers, she finds her...
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The orange leaves flew off the trees, hitting the wet ground from the morning dew. Willow's hair blew in the cool, soft breeze. The warmth wrapped around Willow as she stepped into The Three Broomsticks. Willow walked over sitting down in a booth, Mattheo sitting across from her.
When they ordered, their butterbeer did not take long to come out. They were set on the table in front of the two. After a few minutes, Willow noticed Mattheo staring at her, making some fake stupid lovely dovey face at Willow.
"What Riddle?" She snarled, tired of his little act. She knew he was trying to seem all in love with her and distracted by her.
"Nothing," Mattheo tilted his head, grinning. "Just imagining this as a date."
Willow scoffed, leaning back in her chair. "Get over yourself, just stop with this whole act you're putting on."
Mattheo leaned on his forearms, which rested on the table. "I have no clue what you mean." He shook his head, but Willow could feel worry building up in him. Mattheo's plan was crumbling right in front of him, which made Willow excited to see the look on his face. To see him explode in rage.
"You are Mattheo Riddle, you are either trying to get in my pants or you are up to something." Willow leaned closer to him, a small smirk on her face as she watched Mattheo carefully. She could feel the anger building up in Mattheo, the feeling he may explode at any moment. "You are Mattheo Riddle, you wouldn't want a muggle-born such as me so that rules out the first one. So. . . that leads us to, you are up to something."
She wanted him to break, wanted to see if he would confess to what he doing. If she pushed him far enough, he could reveal the secrets. "Is this some dare? Maybe you are trying to get with me, it's a bet you made. Or maybe you want me to give you notes. But you are trying to make me fall for you and it won't work on me."
Willow sat back, crossing her arms as she studied Mattheo's face. Feeling the rage boiling to the top of the pot. She wanted to make that pot tip over. "Not every girl will beg for you, want you to rip their pants off. You're just the son of a noseless freak."
Mattheo grabbed his butterbeer and dumped it over Willow's head, causing her to gasp. She was covered in butterbear, Willow was soaked and sticky.
She stood up, strangely she felt regret from Mattheo. He went to open his mouth but Willow beat him to it. "Save it." She walked off towards the lavatory.
Willow did not bring her wand so she was just going to have to deal with being drenched. She looked at herself in the mirror, trying to get as much butterbeer off her face and out of her hair but it was no use. She took her sweater off leaning her in a black tanktop, it would have to do.
A knock could be heard from the door, she assumed someone needed to use the restroom. She walked over and opened the door. To Willow's surprise, it was Mattheo. Walking in, Mattheo shut the door behind him and made sure to lock it.
