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ANGELICA'S POV:
Apart from the fact that I felt my heart physically tearing apart, I safely got back into the castle with no Dementor trying to perform the Dementor's kiss on me.
That would've been my last straw.
My sobs were echoing in the great hallways. And as I realised how pathetic I must have sounded, crying like a little baby, I managed to pull myself together and shut my feelings out.
No one needed to have the idea of me being vulnerable and all weepy in their heads.
Not that anyone was around, but I felt observed the moment I entered the corridors. Was I just crazy or was someone actually watching me?
I wiped away my silly thoughts and continued to walk while feeling uneasy, hands on my wand.
As I reached the moving stairs I really rethought my life choices.
They are the most unfortunate thing built here and don't you dare to accidentally misplace your foot, unless you want to fall off of the staircase.
Rowena Ravenclaw you bitch, I really wish she would be alive right now so I could slap the shit out of her for coming up with the hilarious idea of moving stairs.
But since the Slytherin common room is located in the dungeons I am forced to take the moving stairs, to the Grand Staircase and then walk to the dungeons.
As I reached the dungeons my feet were aching from running, my hair probably looked like a birds nest and I'm pretty sure my mascara was smeared all over my face.
Plus my urgent need to lay in my beloved bed overpowered the urgent desire for fresh and cool water.
Therefore I hastily whispered the password "pureblood", to a bare stretch of wall which slowly opened up and stepped inside the huge Slytherin common room.
Cozy lightning, black leather couches, grey brick walls, a comforting fireplace and fluffy green carpets created a familiar ambience.
The scent of green apples and cologne lingered in the air.
Draco.
It felt like a stab into my back and my heart. It reminded me how I saw him with another girl after he told me he loved me. After he comforted me and cared for me.
Well reality is a son of a bitch.
And it slapped me right into my pretty face.
I was too tired to think about anything else so I made my way up to my dorm, changed into my PJs, drank a huge glass of water and drifted off to Starships by Nicki Minaj playing in the background.
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After yesterday's adventure which included Draco cheating and me falling asleep to the most girlbossy song ever, I woke up this morning and finally got my shit together.
No more weeping, sobbing and shedding tears over Draco Malfoy.
I already forgot about him. Instead I'm going to have a fun time with my friends. Although there is a slight problem about forgetting about Draco.
Because it's not easy to forget about a boy when he is invading your space every day by being a member of your friend group.
But I am Angelica Black, I'll figure it out.
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Bittersweet Love - Mattheo Riddle FF
Fanfic" You want me so much and you hate it" - 16 year old Angelica Black has everything in her life that she could possibly ask for: a boyfriend, amazing friends and a place in the School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. But as someone betrays her drastic cha...
