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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definition: when the very qualities that drew you into someone ultimately became the lethality of your attraction to them.
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22 | The Fatal Attraction
Belle's Perspective
The crowd around me erupted in cheers and screams as Ravenclaw won the Quidditch game. Lila had jumped from her seat, dragging Samantha and Amit with her in an ear-splitting screech of joy, while Andrew let out a loud whoop behind me.
All I could do was stand and clap in silence because I saw what no one else did in that game, except perhaps the team themselves. It had been a mess.
The Slytherin team had been in their most uncoordinated I'd ever seen them. No matter how much Sebastian Sallow screamed and instructed them to get it together, one person kept ruining it all. Ethan kept whatever was going in his head become a distraction.
They would have won the game if Ethan, the Keeper, had blocked the Quaffle most of the time. But he didn't. Sebastian wanted to keep the game going by not catching the snitch, but a series of unfortunate events had befallen the team.
Ethan couldn't catch the last goal made by Ravenclaw. Sebastian had fallen off his broom while trying to stir the Ravenclaw Seeker away from the snitch, which accidentally placed the snitch on his hand, ending the game before Slytherin caught up in points.
I should feel guilty because I knew why Ethan had been a mess in that game but I didn't. I didn't fucking care. I wasn't at fault for his sour mood.
And so when I left the bleachers with the Ravenclaw crowd and I halted in my steps at the last stair and saw Ethan's glare my way as the Slytherin team made their way into the locker rooms, I'd simply shook my head and turned away as he did.
He didn't care enough to speak to me, so why should I? I had other things to worry about than the walking irony of a boy who said he cared for me but didn't believe me when I said I was dying.
"So!" Lila began as we strolled back to the castle, Samantha, Andrew and Amit in tow with us. "I was thinking of sneaking into the kitchens tonight for the after-game party, anyone wants to help me?"
"I will!" It wasn't any of us who answered, but Anne Sallow, who materialized from behind, a bright smile on her face as if her house hadn't just lost to Ravenclaw. "Can I come? Please? I know it's Ravenclaw exclusive, but honestly, I'd hate to be cooped up with my brother's somber face later," she complained.
I laughed. "'Course you are, Anne. You're our friend."
"Ask Imelda too, and Sebastian," offered Andrew. "If he's done wallowing anyway. He is our friend."
