Will two enemies ever put aside their differences and solve the mystery plaguing Hogwarts, and perhaps, the one in their hearts? Only time will tell.
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20 | All's Fair in Wildest Dreams
Belle's Perspective
The events of Saturday night in the music room still burned in the back of my mind as Monday afternoon approached. Though I knew Sebastian and I agreed to do some investigation into these horrible murders happening at Hogwarts, neither of us had acknowledged each other since then.
Mostly my fault because I'd been avoiding him, too awkward and flustered to even look in his direction. But I supposed he didn't know what to say, as much as I didn't know what to say.
Besides, after what happened between him and Lila, I didn't think it was morally right to keep being friendly with him. At least, until we had to put everything aside and work together on the case the shit Aurors were supposed to be doing. But even then, it would all be like "professional" work between us.
This morning at Defense Against the Dark Arts had probably been the most awkward silence I'd ever heard. Ethan had stuck beside me throughout the lesson despite our fighting yesterday, but so did Lila, so there was a bit of a buffer between us. I felt every glare she threw Sebastian's way.
Lila and I had spent most of Sunday together. She shed a tear or two about their breakup before damning and cursing out every man out there for their never-ending audacity and then ate chocolate frogs until food coma hit.
Ethan got irritated that I'd spent so much time inside the common room that day, which in turn, also irritated me. Out of pettiness, I stayed inside even more.
He used to give me space when I needed it, but since these murders started happening, he didn't give me much room to breathe. He protected me in a way that also had him being the cause of my slow destruction.
But then he'd apologize, again and again, and I'd get strung along every time. Ethan was an expert at sorry, and when jealousy didn't scar his eyes, I remembered the good days when it was fine between us.
I didn't know what to do about it.
Or did I?
It was something I contemplated as I took the long way to Charms class without Floo, books clutched to my chest, bag slung over my shoulder. A recurring thought since Sunday night.
No.
Since Saturday night.
Perhaps I was looking for a reason—a reason for whatever that may be.
