𝑻𝑾𝑬𝑵𝑻𝒀-𝑭𝑶𝑼𝑹𝑻𝑯

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"𝐃𝐎𝐍'𝐓 𝐅𝐄𝐄𝐃 𝐌𝐘 𝐃𝐄𝐋𝐔𝐒𝐈𝐎𝐍𝐒

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"𝐃𝐎𝐍'𝐓 𝐅𝐄𝐄𝐃 𝐌𝐘 𝐃𝐄𝐋𝐔𝐒𝐈𝐎𝐍𝐒."

tw: swearing, mention of fight and injuries

:・゚✧:・.☽˚。・゚✧:・.:

30th January 1994

ON Sunday evening , Y/N layed on her four-poster bed with Angelina next to her. Their dorm was drowning in soft white light from dove grey sky behind arched window. Pleasant warmth from steal fireplace crept in the room, creating relaxing atmosphere.

Two girls talked about Y/N's birthday, as they snacked on the sweets Ethel sent her granddaughter. They were only ones in the room, Katie and Alicia finishing their essays in the library, which gave them a chance to talk about things they normally wouldn't discuss.

"Have you seen the way Fred looked at you all the time? As if you were only girl in the world to him!" Angie brought up with loopsided grin, taking a bite of cinnamon cookie before she continued, "He's head over heels for you, girl!"

"Oh, shut up!" Y/H/C haired girl nudged her friend. "Have you seen the way George goggled at you? He almost drooled!" She responded with mischievious giggle, then she however began to think about what her friend said. Her mind spireled for a bit, her right hand playing with a delicate gold/silver bracelet with charms on.

"Yeah I wish. Don't feed my delusions," dark skinned girl protested, yet her head fell down for a second due to her flustration. "But you can feed me with those amazing sweets from your grandma," she joked, trying to relocate their conversation somewhere else.

When the student with dark brown eyes realised her friend didn't respond, her head turned to observe what was the matter. "Oh that's pretty, who got you this?" she asked, taking Y/N's arm and bringing it closer to her eye level, so she could take a better look of charms.

"I honestly don't know, Angie," (short/long) haired girl answered truthfuly, her Y/E/C irises still set on the jewellery.

Angelina's penny brown eyes went wide, "What you mean you don't know? What if it is dangerous?" she questioned.

"There was a note and the stranger wrote only his initials. And I don't think it's dangerous, I would be gone already." Tenley girl shook her head.

Angie wanted to say more, however the entrance door opened, Katie and Alicia coming in. "Hi girls," they greeted two fifth years on bed.

"Hi, you already done?" asked Y/H/C haired girl with kind kind smile on her face.

"Yeah, just in time, Madame Pince had to leave early for Merlin knows what," answered Alicia, as she layed down with loud huff.

Y/N and Angelina shared a knowing look and nodded their heads. "This is your chance," stated dark skinned girl, looking deep into her friends eyes. Sixteen year old girl hopped of her comfortable bed, taking her favourite crocheted bag with potions and hanging it over her shoulder.

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