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"Lulu, are you there?" Isadora's voice snapped me out of my thoughts once again, like a splash of cold water.
What the heck is wrong with me? I haven't felt this off in a while, and it's making me pretty nauseous. Something feels so off.
"Yeah, sorry. What were you saying?" I questioned.
"What's wrong with you?" Isadora asked, her concern evident in her eyes.
"Nothing, I'm just tired. Isa, you know how much I hate these yearly train rides; it's so sickening," I groaned, gazing out at Kings Cross.
"When are the bloody fools gonna get on? They're so slow; it takes them forever to board the bloody train," Isa huffed.
As if they sensed us talking about them, Theodore and Draco strolled into the booth, taking their seats next to me and Isa. Draco settled beside me, while Theo claimed the seat next to Isa.
"What could take you guys so bloody long?" Isa snapped.
"I was saying hi to the pretty girls," Theo threw his arm around Isa, acting like it was no big deal.
"Get your chunky arms off me; my shoulders hurt," Isa rolled her eyes, pushing him away.
Leaving Isa and Theo to their own argument, I shift my gaze over to Draco. His head is bowed down, and he's completely zoned out.
I furrowed my eyebrows in confusion. Draco has never been this quiet. I've known him my whole life; our fathers went to Hogwarts together, and have been best friends since. So our families are very close.
Even though I love all my friends equally, Draco means a lot to me. When my mom passed away a couple of years ago, he was there for me. I practically lived at their home that summer because my dad started drinking and abusing.
We write to each other every summer non-stop, even though we see each other the most out of the whole group. Of course, when the Malfoys throw a party, we're all there—Enzo, Blaise, Theo, me, and Isa. But I visit even without being invited. This whole summer, however, he only wrote to me once. The single letter I received was him telling me not to visit without letting him know first, which I thought was weird.
I nudged him. "What's wrong with you?" I said in a low voice, making sure only he heard me.
He gave a forced smile. "Nothing, I'm high."
I nodded, but I didn't believe him.
"Where's Enzo and Blaise?" I asked Theo.
"Probably with the girls I was talking about," he replied, taking Isa's hair and playing with it.
"If you mess up my hair before the year seven see it, I will not leave a single piece of hair on your head," she gave an innocent smile to him.
As I looked out the window, I saw us striding further away from Kings Cross.
Just then, Blaise and Enzo rushed into the compartment, resembling little children who had just received toys from Santa.
"GUYS, GUYS!" Enzo exclaimed, almost jumping up and down in his seat like an excited child.
"Enzo, your inner little girl is coming out, mate," Theo quipped, laughing at his own joke and earning a chuckle from Draco.
Enzo completely ignored Theo, "I've got some muggle herb, I think it's muggle-weed," he held out a bag with green little things in it. I didn't know what it was, but it sure stunk.
"Enzo, do us all a favor and rid yourself of that shit before I'm tempted to introduce the entire bag to the depths of your throat," I declared, pinching my nose in dramatic disdain.
"No! Seriously, give it a try; it's soooo much better than ours!" Enzo insisted, his enthusiasm undeterred.
"After inhaling that, I'm a child of god," Isa quipped.
"You weren't exactly invoking divine grace when you were screaming my name, babe," Theo winked, injecting a mischievous tone into the conversation.
A collective gasp rippled through the compartment, and a shocked "WHAT!" escaped Enzo's lips.
"When in Merlin's name did you guys manage that?" Draco demanded, his expression a mix of surprise and curiosity.
"AND HOW?" Blaise added, clearly eager for all the details.
"I already knew," I casually shrugged. "It was last year, during our trip to Hogsmeade. Everyone was there, except Isadora, who conveniently had 'homework,' and Theo, suffering from a sudden 'headache,'" I revealed, adding a touch of theatrical flair.
"You little fucks," Blaise muttered, breaking into a grin, his amusement evident.
Suddenly, a knot twisted in my stomach, a shadowy sense that something unsettling was in the air.
I get these strange feelings from time to time, like a warning before something bad happens. Isa playfully calls me a psychic, but I'm not sure that's it. It all began when my mom passed away in my third year.
The last time I felt this way was a year ago when Cedric Diggory passed away. A week before it happened, I had headaches and on-and-off nauseous feelings. There was even a dream where Cedric, someone I was friends with, met a tragic end.
In my heart, I've always held myself responsible for what happened to him. If only I had paid more attention to those uneasy feelings, maybe I could have changed the outcome.
But now, the same strange feeling is back, and I'm left wondering what or who is causing it.
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Fanfiction"I can touch you, I can hurt you, and I can fucking kill you, Luciana," "You can't hurt me, you've already lost, Riddle,"
