Juliette POV
On Tuesday morning, I arrived to the D.A.D.A classroom embarrassingly early. I was elated to find the professor already seated at the front of the classroom, his nose in a book.
My fingertips tingled with anticipation. I wanted to storm in there, smack the book out of his sexy, strong hands and demand he apologize for skipping out on me yesterday.
Would I sound insecure? Possessive? Clingy?
If the shoe fits....
I mustered every shred of my self control and approached his desk calmly, clenching my fists and taking deep breaths to still my anxiety and my magic. When he heard my approach, he snapped the book shut and slid it into his enchanted satchel.
"Good morning, Jules." he beamed at me across the room, just as he had when I last saw him.
"How did everything go yesterday?" my clipped tone betrayed my frustration as I strained to appear indifferent. I meandered closer to him, pushing his stack of books to the side and taking a seat on the edge of his desk. I crossed my legs, causing my knee-length skirt to ride up more than it already had.
His expression shifted from warm to apologetic as his gaze drifted, looking at anything in the room but me. As I watched his eyes I noticed dark circles around them. His hair was unkempt, a sign that he did not get much sleep last night.
"Oh right, I'm sorry about that. I thought it best to visit St. Mungo's to get my hand examined." he pulled up his sleeve and presented his forearm, freshly bandaged. "You did a great job, by the way. The healers said if you hadn't been there to help me I may have lost some functioning in my hand, and we wouldn't want that... would we?" he placed his hand over mine and winked at me over his glasses.
I glared at him and shifted on his desk to suppress the warm sensation in my torso, and between my legs, as I recalled the feeling of his hands on my skin.
I should have been relieved. The evidence of his whereabouts was there, but I couldn't ignore the gnawing feeling that he wasn't being completely honest with me.
Wanting to avoid appearing insecure, I refrained from asking further questions and abruptly changed the subject.
"Rose is completing her second trial after dinner this evening, if you'd like to accompany us."
"So soon? In the middle of the week?" his eyebrows knit together in confusion.
"Niamh would like Rose to attempt her trial next, a bit of a change from the order that I completed the trials. We're doing it tonight to allow Rosalie to have the weekend to herself, for once. She invited Carina to a Halloween party and she's pretty excited about it."
He smirked and let out a small chuckle, likely sharing in my disbelief of Rosalie being excited to attend a party. He and I knew too well that Slytherin parties tended to be on the wild side, to which Rosalie was the polar opposite.
"Sounds fair, where are we heading?"
"Weasley's office."
His eyebrows scrunched together once more. It dawned on me that I never told him about the unique nature of Niamh's trial.
"You'll see what I mean when we get there." I paused, conflicted as to whether I should ask him about this afternoon. "Tea this afternoon?" was all that I managed to stammer out.
His lips pressed into a thin line and I knew I was about to be disappointed.
"Unfortunately we'll have to take a rain check on tea again today. I've got an errand to run once my last class is dismissed."
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Under Your Scars || Sebastian Sallow x MC
Fanfiction"The professor and I froze, unable to move or speak yet sharing a solemn understanding. We discovered something we did not even realize we were searching for: An Ancient Magic wielder." Eight years after the events of the repository, Sebastian Sallo...
