Emerson Wilmore was an exemplary Ravenclaw student, known for her unwavering dedication to academics and an unyielding moral compass. However, things took a twisted and deviated turn in her life after her boyfriend, Cedric Diggory, was murdered by L...
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Mattheo's heart dropped at Emerson's retreat.
"Wait," He called after her, panic creeping into his voice as she moved further away. He didn't understand why she was walking away. Was she angry at him? Did she think he was being too violent? Did she blame him for not getting there sooner? "Emie, wait!"
When she didn't stop or turn around, he cursed under his breath. There was something clearly on her mindc which made her storm off. His gaze darted to Theo and Enzo, who had been watching everything unfold with silent smirks. Fred and George were too busy trying to shove Montague in the cabinet to notice what was going on.
"Cover for us in Potions," Mattheo demanded, his voice harder than he intended.
Theo gave a knowing nod while Enzo gave a lazy salute, smirking. "You got it."
"Don't worry about us, just go after your girl," Theo replied with a slight tease, waving him off.
Other than a quick glare at Theo, Mattheo quickly took off after Emerson, his heart pounding with a mixture of fear and frustration. As he ran, his mind raced, trying to piece together what just happened. He couldn't let her walk away without knowing what was wrong. He also couldn't let her leave while her hand was still bleeding and untreated.
Mattheo finally caught up to Emerson, his breath coming in quick, shallow bursts. He didn't know what exactly caused her to walk away from him so suddenly, but he knew he couldn't let her leave like this. Not when there was clearly something wrong.
"Emerson, wait – Please," Mattheo pleaded as he reached her. "Let me help you. Your hand, it's bleeding. Just... Come with me, and I'll clean it up for you. I don't want to see you like this."
She didn't stop walking. She didn't even slow down. Her voice was cold and detached as she replied without looking at him. "Don't. You shouldn't get any blood on your hands, Mattheo, I'm sure you've already got enough."
Her words hit him like a slap to the face, and for a moment, all he could do was stare at her retreating figure, the sting of her accusation burning a frustration in his chest. "Will you just stop? Don't be so fucking stubborn," Mattheo said in a low voice, his anger at her weaving into his tone. He surged forward again, grabbing her arm. "Please just —," He began, but the moment his fingers wrapped around her wrist, she flinched.
She jerked slightly under his grip, and the second her body tensed and recoiled from his touch, Mattheo instantly let go. His heart plummeted with guilt as he realised his mistake. She flinched but it wasn't because of fear of him or pain. It was because of Montague, and whatever he just did to her.
"Shit," Mattheo muttered, running a hand through his hair. "I'm sorry. I didn't mean to—I just wanted to stop you. Please, just... Talk to me. Tell me what's wrong, Emerson, I just want to help. Let me help you."
