"He hates her."
"No he doesn't, not really.
She just makes him feel things that he's claimed don't exist."
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When Slughorn puts Callisto McAdams and Regulus Black in his potions class together, he unknowingly functions as a match maker...
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REGULUS RAISES HIS BROWS. "I'm just looking out for you."
Callisto can't help it but laugh. "You're just looking out for me?" She's taking a step back. Suddenly the air is freezing cold, goosebumps spread all over her body. The courtyard is dark and empty.
But there he is. As if nothing has changed since their last interaction, he's standing across from her, slowly taking a step closer. Regulus Black is a very confusing puzzle and Callisto isn't sure if she's able to put all pieces together correctly. Maybe he doesn't want her to.
But here he is. Looking out for her. Maybe it's exactly what he wants. He wants her to put his pieces back together again. Without having to ask.
"These last weeks it didn't seem like it to me." She crosses her arms in front of her chest.
"I was..." He starts.
"..You told me that you hate me." She cuts him off.
"No.." he smiles awkwardly.
"Yes you did."
"Well...technically yes but..." He takes in a sharp breath. Callisto watches him as he runs his hand through his curly hair, trying to sort his thoughts.
She doesn't notice him getting closer step by step. She's waiting for an explanation from him. What is he going to say?
Silence.
"..but?" Callisto pushes forward. "What is your point of starting a conversation without knowing what to say to me?"
"I..." She can feel him struggling. "It's not that easy Callisto."
"Yes it is. Just admit that you hate me and stop calling me Callisto." She's getting louder now but the music from inside still drowns out her voice.
Only Regulus is meant to hear every word of hers.
"But why?" His eyes are big. He's looking helpless. Standing there across from her, not close enough to hold her, not far enough to turn around and leave. "That's your name."
"But you hate me Black! And now fuck off and go back inside." She can't help it but shout her thoughts out loud.
He's so confusing. Even more confusing than Transfiguration. Without thinking twice, Callisto turns around and starts to run. She can't bear to look at him any longer.
She can hear the bass of the music and Black's voice calling her name. But she doesn't care. She just wants to be alone. To get away from the ball. To get away from the people. To get away from him.
