After the tragic death of her best friend/unrequited love, Cedric Diggory, Elliana Kingsley, a Muggle-born witch, chose to leave Hogwarts and travel with her parents to the continental US, hoping for a fresh start.
But her world is turned upside wh...
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||Elliana's P.O.V.||
"There you are!" Trevor greeted me with a smile before crushing me against his chest in an embrace.
I wrapped my arms around him, briefly returning the hug before stepping back, staring up at him with a grin.
"Here I am." I chuckled, falling in step with him.
His smile grew. "Okay, so I was thinking we go to Treats Trove then swing by The Mirrored Chalice and grab a Butterbeer. How's that sound?"
"Sounds like a date," I chuckled.
His eyes widened, his smile transforming into a smirk. When I realized what I had said, my face heated up.
"Um, I didn't mean it like that," I was quick to correct myself, breathing out a nervous laugh. "I meant— Your plan sounds great."
"I know what you meant," he assured me, flashing me a crooked grin. "All the same; let's hop to it."
When we got to Treat Trove, we bought a variety of goodies for us to share. I was going to town on a sugar-spun quill, laughing whole-heartedly at one of Trevor's silly jokes as we walked down the cobblestone path in Stitchers Bend.
When our laughter died down, he tilted his head to the side to look at me and ask, "On a serious note... How are you doing, Elle?"
As if on cue, Cedric apparated beside me, looking me over with wary eyes before shooting Trevor a half-hearted glare.
I inhaled a deep breath, allowing his question to sink in before responding.
"I'm.. doing okay, I think," I told Trevor, forcing a smile his way. "As good as can be expected."
He stared at me intently before nodding. "Has being here helped?"
I breathed out a dry laugh, glancing at Cedric before meeting Trevor's gaze.
"I think so." I placed my hands in my pockets, staring down at the cobblestone path.
He chuckled softly, slowing his pace as he took a bite out of a chocolate frog. "Well, consider yourself lucky that you're not at Hogwarts. Professor Umbridge is a total nightmare."
"Is she really that bad?" I questioned, genuinely concerned.
He paused mid-step, pressing his lips into a thin line as he stared down at me. A sigh escaped him before he extended his hand towards me. My jaw went slack at what I saw. The words 'Imust not tell lies' were engraved on top of his hand, forming a pink scar. I gasped as I lightly trailed my fingertips over the scars.
"Who did this to you?" I whispered, my voice wavering.
A frown pulled down his features. "Technically, I did," he breathed out a wry laugh that was void of humor. "Umbridge isn't the biggest fan of me and Harry. He kept talking about 'You Know Who's' return, and it pissed her off. I stuck up for him, invoking the wrath of the wicked witch in pink." A faux smile sprung to his lips as he pulled his hand from me and placed it in his pocket.
