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I had tried to stop cutting, but I did it at least once a week. Tom and Mattheo luckily still hadn't noticed. I wasn't getting along with the pink pig called Umbitch, and that never is good.

I walked to the Great Hall and sit across from the guys.

Y/n: "Sup bitches."

Tom rolls his eyes, obviously used to this behavior, and Mattheo glares at me.

Mattheo: "Must you call us that?"

I pretend to think about it.

Y/n: "Yes. I must."

Mattheo rolls his eyes and continues to do whatever the crap he was.

Y/n: "So what we doing today? Because I'm BORED!"

Tom: "I don't know. Do you two have anything?"

When we both say no, Tom gets a small smirk on his face.

Y/n: "Shit. That's not good."

Tom: "You two are going to go to Hogsmeade together."

Y/n: "WHY?"

Tom: "Maybe you can stop hating each other."

Y/n and Mattheo: "Never happening."

Tom: "Too bad."



a/n: I'm so sorry this is so short, but I feel I've been slacking, and also as much as I want to finish this, I have so much going on right now. But thank you all for being so patient with me.

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