»AMORTENTIA« | violetta.

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It was the day of the big Quidditch match, Slytherin against Hufflepuff, and Violetta was sat in her dorm all by herself, continiuosly tapping the tip of her quill onto her desk as her indecisiveness was getting the best of her.

She sighed helplessly.

Should she really leave her safe dorm only to watch a game she wasn't interested in, anyway? Along with hundreds of other students her petite self would get overlooked and ran over by? Just because the school hunk alias her ex-crush whom she had convulsively tried to erase out of her mind had asked her to? What if it was all a joke to him, what if he was playing with her? No boy in Hogwarts or outside of has ever shown interest in coy and invisible Violetta, so why should the boy of her dreams suddenly care?

Wait, boy of her dreams?

Violetta let out another sigh and stressfully ran a hand through her already disheveled hair, silently deliberating over her decisions. She couldn't help but imagine herself being in one of those situations, in which there were an angel and a devil each resting on both of her shoulders as they whispered into her ears, telling her what to do or not to do.

- C'mon, Vilu. Stop overthinking so much. It could actually turn out to be fun.

- No, it wouldn't.

- Leon wants you there. And exams are still so far away. This is your only chance!

- Your education is more important than the attention of some guy.

- Maybe he secretly likes you back...

- Ha! Why would he like a girl like you? He's popular and you're an outsider and he's gorgeous and you're plain and he's utterly fascinating and you're undeniably boring-

Violetta slammed her quill onto her wooden desk in frustration, the impact causing a sound that startled her owl Gwilly, who had been having a serene slumber inside of its cage a moment ago. The blonde hastily apologized to the now offended looking owl.

She had had enough of pitying herself. Launching herself off her chair, Violetta started searching for her warm cloak and her scarf that had Gryffindor's red and golden colours on it, and grabbed her wand before she examined her reflection in the mirror, making herself look presentable. She was positively surprised at seeing a determined expression on her face, one which she would have to grow used to.

Today she wasn't going to sit in her depressing dorm and mope around.

Today, she would make a change.

***

Leon's hopeful gaze wandered around the bleachers for the third time now, his eyes searching for the person for whom he wished to be here among the many Hogwarts students that had already arrived. He could hear the pitter-patter of hundreds of feet that climbed up the ascending rows at the bleachers. Not long after, the place was filled with jubilant shouts and whistles. Leon studied the crowd, a nervous frown on his features. Not his participation in the match was causing his nervousity, instead it was the lack of a certain darkblonde head and thick brown glasses...

Was she going to come? Maybe I scared her away with what I said to her. "I see you." How stalkerish and creepy must that have sounded to her?
Leon, you idiot! All you wanted was to be nice to her after all those years of catching her affectionate stares, and now you probably got the poor girl to think that you're missing some screws. Well done, buddy.

He trudged along at the side of the Quidditch pitch, carrying his Firebolt that his wealthy father had given him as a present on his shoulder. His free hand was in his hair, being deep in thought while he tried to block out the loud, chirpy crowd that would be watching him play today. The brunette involuntarily snapped out of it as he heard a quirky voice out of the Slythern-audience nearby call his name.