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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"I'm on my guard for the rest of the world, but with you, I know it's no good And I could wait patiently but, I really wish you would Drop everything now..."
🎧 Recommended song for this chapter (especially after the chapter break):
Sparks Fly - Taylor Swift
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I only met Sebastian again the next day, on Friday. To my most exhilarating surprise, not only Sebastian, but all of my good friends were also attending Muggle Studies.
"I genuinely thought I would be taking this class by myself," I confessed, acknowledging my surroundings as I took a seat next to Natty. I turned to the table behind us and continued, "Including you, Ominis. What brings you here?"
"If there is anything in my reach that I can do to disappoint the Gaunt, this class is the absolute superlative choice. You know, praising the muggles' culture and inventiveness," he smirked.
Sebastian was sitting next to him, once again looking tooneat, with that stupid perfectly tied tie and stupid unwrinkled shirt fitting perfectly on his chest. I avoided any eye contact with immense efforts to solely focus on Ominis' answer.
"Though I must admit, enrolling in Muggle Studies was Sebastian's idea. One of the few brilliant ones he ever had, honestly, among a batch of imbecilic decisions he tends to make," he teased.
"Come on now, Ominis. You love my ideas," he poked his friend with his elbow, grinning while he was actually directing his eyes at me. "Now, Carolyn, you are most likely to excel at this subject, and I look forward to learning a lot from you. But I hope to impress you to some extent, for I have some knowledge already. My mother used to be the Professor of this class."
My heart felt warm with that revelation. I had no idea. So he potentially did know one thing or another about the world I once lived in.
Sadly, I was still holding a grudge, which only allowed me to reply to him with a mumbled: "Brilliant."
His eyes once full of expectations melted, but I didn't dare hold his gaze for too long.
I turned back to my table and Natty. We didn't need to exchange any words, she got the hint right away. I was not in the mood to engage in conversation with him.
It was not the kind of person who holds a grudge or anything. I just felt awkward. I most definitely knew, rationally, that we should talk, and that communication is key. But then, what was even there to talk about? How I was overreacting to Phineas' remarks the day before? Merlin, I was pathetic.
The topic of the class that day was how muggles had recently found a way to convey electricity to replace gas lights and candles, and Professor Longbottom didn't hide her excitement.
