Emerson Wilmore was an exemplary Ravenclaw student, known for her unwavering dedication to academics and an unyielding moral compass. However, things took a twisted and deviated turn in her life after her boyfriend, Cedric Diggory, was murdered by L...
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For the remainder of the day, Emerson entirely dreaded the moment where the big hand of the clock finally ticked over to eight o'clock. The hours of the late morning and afternoon were filled with utter reluctance. At one point during Care of Magical Creatures, she found herself praying for some awful sickness to eventually overcome her and subject her to the Hospital Wing so she didn't have to work with Mattheo.
Despite her prolonged dread, the day flew past with flying colours. She couldn't help but notice the irony. When she wanted the day to go quickly, it went slower than ever but this time, it went in a blink of an eye.
She avoided Mattheo's amused stare which always seemed to follow her during Herbology and later, during their meal times. When it was finally time for her to meet with him, Olivia wished her good luck. Fred and George offered her with some of their products and when she refused, jokingly expressed their condolences. At least they promised her that they would lay nice flowers on her grave if her and Mattheo did indeed kill each other.
Their humour did not provide her with any solace or consolation. It merely reminded her how much she hated being around Mattheo. She had no choice though this time around so she reluctantly trudged her way up the Grand Staircase, her feet feeling like dead weights that were desperately trying prevent her from moving onwards.
When she arrived, she sat in a quiet corner of the library, taking out her Potions textbook from her bag. There was barely anyone in the library, or at least, within their vicinity. It was two minutes until eight o'clock, with no sign of Mattheo in sight. She didn't care about his absence though. She considered it a blessing. She pulled out her Potions textbook and began to read about the Wolfsbane Potion. She began jotting down notes for their assignment on a spare piece of parchment. She wasn't going to allow this time where Mattheo wasn't present to go to waste. The quicker they finished the task, the quicker she could get away from him.
Then, ten minutes stretched on and he still wasn't there. Emerson still paid him no mind. She assumed it was just another instance of his tardiness, considering he barely rocked up on time to his classes.
When another five minutes passed, she felt her patience beginning to wean away when she glanced at the large clock hanging on the wall. Her palpable annoyance grew towards the rebellious Slytherin, as she tapped her foot restlessly against the floor. He made the tormenting threats of forcing her into working together on this stupid assignment, and he has the audacity to show up late, as if she were an afterthought. She would be so lucky if he didn't rock up at all, giving her the opportunity to finish it on her own.
At 8:23pm, to her disgruntlement, Mattheo finally strolled into the library carefree and unbothered, his usual cocky swagger in full force. She was feeling a mixture of emotions; disappointed because he didn't stand her up and irritated because he was well and truly late. He spotted Emerson immediately with his dark eyes and sauntered over to her table. "Hello there, Wilmore," He greeted.
