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CHAPTER 35

TW : mention of d*ath

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CHAPTER 35- Killers

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POV OF FEYRE AZURA

 

I step into the foreign classroom knowing I haven't been here since the year began. The clock hanging in the front of the classroom shows 9.20 a.m. and I was supposed to be here at 9. Perfect, I am late to my very first potions class. I took on this class this year knowing full well I wouldn't attempt to attend any of it. But Lorenzo convinced me to take it with his love for potions. He told me that he couldn't deal with Pansy's stares and annoying remarks and needed me. That was when he was alive, now that he is dead I gave up attending class as a whole. Ever since he died my life has been falling apart but now, I have to try and stop failing. Because I had been failing for a very long time.

"Class we have a new student" His cold authoritative eyes stare into me as I try to sneak into the classroom but now my presence has been revealed as the crowd of students mainly centering around Snapes table as all turn around looking at the peculiar student that hasn't been showing up to any of her classes—me. It seems the professor was demonstrating how to make a specific Potion until I interrupted. With the flick of the professor's wand, the lid goes on top of the pot, stopping his demonstration.

I look up gripping my handbag looking at all the students' eyes burning onto my figure. Some of them roll their eyes in annoyance and some of them look disgusted. My heart throbs and I am reminded that no one in this classroom is on my side. Everyone loathes me. Honestly, as my days pass, I find myself getting accustomed to the isolation. As my eyes roam around, taking in the environment, one dark pair of eyes catches mine—the ones I have to defeat and the one that has been roaming through my mind non-stop—Riddle. He stands tall, taller than most of the students. He is the most obvious one in the crowd as many students are trying to push and stay away from him as far as possible. I don't blame them. His arms are crossed with his biceps visible through his many layers of uniform. His jaw twitches and he grits.

I look down and then at the professor who once called me. I am no new student here and the professor knows that very well yet humiliated me again as he always did. "Professor Snape" I say, my voice surprisingly not breaking. Walking to an empty table, I place down my bag as Professor Snape rolls this wand with his two hands, watching me. In the potions classroom, tables are not usually like other classrooms where it is for two students to sit but rather designed for 4 students due to the fact the Potions class requires a lot of group work. "Go back to your seats'' I hear him order the crowd of students near his table, ignoring me.

All the students sigh, going back to their respective tables. It seems that everyone is grouped and all the tables around me are full. From the corner, I see Malfoy, my sister, Greengrass, and Zabini have formed a group. Great, I look like an outcast, with my table empty and no groupmates. Professor Snape starts to talk to my sister's group as the silence then becomes occupied with soft chatters waiting for the professor to finish talking to that group. I sit down, not caring about the stares on my figure and pull my potions book out, resting my wand on the table.

"Care if a Riddle joins you, Azura?'' A voice speaks from behind me as he settles beside me. His bag being placed on the floor. A sudden fear envelopes my heart and my breath hitches.