There are two types of people: those who would kill for love and those who would die for it. And they usually end up attracted to each other. • {slow burn friends to lovers, arranged marriage, morally grey characters, fluff and angst, happy ending}
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We were already a few days into classes, and it was Thursday already.
Every morning, our girl squad had breakfast together, except for this day: Nellie and Cressida had left earlier to meet their other friends who enjoyed sunrise broom-flying. I was most certainly not one of those enthusiasts.
"So, Natty," I tried to sound casual as I sorted through some books on the dormitory desk. "Garreth, then?" I smirked.
She was sitting on her bed and stiffened at the sound of his name. "I know," she blushed and reached for a pillow to cover her face. "How bad is it? I mean, he is not the most hideous man who ever lived, I guess."
"Natty, come on, he is cute!" I smiled in the most encouraging way possible. "But you said you have nothing in common, right?"
She sighed, "Yes, well, he is always just too energetic, you know? Always rumbling about tricks and pranks. I mean, the kissing, it was good. But that is all there is. Mouth-shut interactions," she gave me a side eye with a sarcastic expression.
She stood up and grabbed her books to her chest. "I wish we could talk more about ginger affairs, but I have History of Magic class now."
"History of Magic? Why would anyone willingly choose to continue taking this class?" I wrinkled my nose with the memories of barely staying awake in that class.
"Well, it is no news that my fate is to become a Professor, and that is a mandatory part of the curriculum. Though I wish they explored a global perspective on History, as they focus on the British and Europeans the most. You probably understand what I am saying, as you might remember, they barely teach anything about Uganda or America."
Natty was right. My knowledge of American Wizard History was non-existent, while I knew everything there was to know about the last thousand years of Hogwarts' history. "Well, if you are to become a History professor then, I would be proud of you bringing a wider understanding of our world," I said with a genuine smile.
It was nice seeing that Natty and most of my friends had their entire futures planned. Me, on the other hand... I didn't have the faintest idea of which path to choose.
At the end of 5th year, I met with Professor Weasley. Given my talents in battle, she had no doubt I could pursue even the most high-profile jobs, like the Auror career, for example. But this was not how I pictured myself in the future.
It was fair that everyone would assume that I had at least the responsibility to use my ancient magic to keep on saving the world, but that was just not me. I didn't have a clue of which other path to follow, but for sure, it didn't involve life-threatening situations regularly.
The only thing I knew was that having the school years cut short did me no favour in the imminent pressure to decide what I wanted to become. For the time being, I just wanted to make the most out of my time at Hogwarts.
