In wich Rosalie, a girl from one of the sacred 28th families, falls in love with James, a boy from a blood traitor family
• Redamancy (n.) the act of loving the one who loves you; a love returned in full
- "I'm not different, am I?"
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October 1st 1973
"Is this class for pure humiliation or what?"
The Great Gig In The Sky, Pink Floyd🎶
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"And I almost fell out of the stairs, those stupid stairs" Rosalie was walking to her next class with Evan, talking about something that happened the day prior.
"Did you get hurt?" He asked concerned.
"Yes, I was at the hospital wing yesterday, I stayed there through the night"
"What? Why do you just tell me that like it's nothing?" He turned to her with his brows furrowed.
"Because it didn't actually happen. Do you see any bruises on me?" Rosalie received an eye roll from the boy.
"That wasn't funny"
"It wasn't supposed to"
Evan stopped in his track. She did the same. Both looking at eachother having a staring contest to see who looks away first. Evans lips slightly cornered up.
"You lost" Rosalie jumped in joy.
"What? I didn't even look away" he laughed lightly acting surprised.
"Yes, but your lips cornered up, and you had to maintain serious. Obviously you couldn't to that, your too immature" She mocked him starting to walk again.
"I'm not immature"
Both arrived at the DADA classroom standing in a corner, shortly other people joined the class, within them Dorcas and Barty.
"Hi" Rosalie joyfully waved towards them, bringing Pandora into a hug.
"Where were you guys?" Barty asked with a knowing look.
"We just happened to wake up pretty earlier. So we talked a bit, nothing too much" Evan explain and Rosalie nodding along.
"If you say so" Barty stuck his hand into his pocket looking into the distance.
