Shift: A Witch's Secret

Unforgivable

"Dad?"

I hastily rose from my bed and made my way down the stairs.

Upon entering the kitchen, I found my father busily preparing my lunch. I take a look outside, seeing that it still looks like a normal fall day.

"Y/N?! Why aren't you ready for school? Go back upstairs and get dressed."he ordered, the irritation evident in his tone.

"What day is it?" I questioned, ignoring his demand.

"It's Wednesday. Stop fooling around. That boyfriend of yours has you all discombobulated," he snarled.

Rolling my eyes, I complied with his instruction and retreated to my room. I had forgotten what it was like being back here. Will I ever return to Hogwarts? Had it all been a dream?

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I arrive at my sucky muggle school in a horrible mood. Could it be that everything I had experienced was nothing more than a figment of my imagination? It felt so real. 

My first few classes before lunch are a drag. I feel lost and disoriented. My normal life is so boring compared to Hogwarts. As the lunch bell finally rang, I collect my belongings and make my way to the school's cafeteria.

"Hey babe."Ryan greets me with a kiss on the cheek.

"Oh, hi." I reply with a forced smile.

"Is something wrong?" he inquires, taking a seat beside me.

"No, not at all. I'm just tired," I offer as an explanation.

"I can tell. You look exhausted." He noted

"Thanks." I reply, somewhat annoyed

"I didn't mean it like that. You always look great," he reassures me as he takes my hand.

"Im just really confused right now." I admit

"Confused about what?" he asks, withdrawing his hand. "About us?"

"No, I swear," I protest. "Please just leave me be just for the day."

"Okay, I love you." He says

"I love you too." I respond, giving him a kiss before he left.

As I begin to eat my lunch, I feel a tingling sensation in my arms, the same sensation I had experienced the previous night. 

"What the fuck." I flinch, it stings this time.

I continue eating my sandwich, but at some point the feeling becomes unbearable.

Swiftly gathering my belongings, I hurried to the school nurse's office. I have always been the type that takes any small symptom and assumes it's cancer or a tumor.

*Knock Knock*

"Come in," the nurse calls

I enter her office and take a seat in the chair provided.

"What brings you in today, Y/N?" she inquired. She is well-acquainted with my name, thanks to the numerous instances in which I had, somewhat dramatically, believed I was on the brink of death.

"My arms have been tingling really bad, as if they've fallen asleep. It started last night, spreading to my entire body, but today, it's mainly focused on my arms, and they feel like they're burning," I explain, my words flowing in a rapid vent.

"Try to remain calm, dear. I'm certain it's nothing to be alarmed about," she says as she examines one of my arms.

"I just heard these symptoms can be signs of a stroke or heart attack and I'm kind of freaking out." I laugh awkwardly