❝you're a dick.❞
❝yeah, but I'm your dick.❞
❝that definitely could've been worded differently.❞
❝you still love me.❞
❝i do.❞
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in which a stubborn slytherin girl falls on a reckless gryffindor red head the same time she falls in love with him.
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Chapter One; Sass Fights and Heroic Slytherins
USUALLY, for people in Hogwarts on a Friday morning, seeing students in the great hall eating breakfast is normal. Or people filing into Potions or some other class is normal for them.
But rushing through the halls of the grand castle with bed head is not something normal for Elanora Blanchard. As she ran to Charms, she did her best to comb her fingers through her mangled blonde waves and desperately tried to straighten her wrinkled, and probably smelly robes. This was not normal. Elanora was never late to any class, especially on a Friday, mostly because she was used to the routine of having to wake up for her classes by the end of the week, and also the solid fact it was the end of a tiring week. Maybe it was the extra Quidditch practice thrown at her, or the trip to Madam Pomfrey at midnight, but it didn't matter, because she was definitely, most certainly, going to be late. She almost felt like she was going to cry with the amount of stresses building up in her soul, just pushing to just let some of it out. She felt like she was going to explode, with the millions of paperweights laying on her shoulders. Paintings angrily shouted things at her as her shoes slapped loudly against the ground and echoed through the empty hallways. She wanted to shriek back at them, to voice the fact she didn't need anymore criticism for having to run to class, but all she could think was how much she was screwed and how many detentions she was going to get. Her own criticism was enough.
As she approached the door to her Charms class, Elanora didn't hesitate. She was afraid she'd be standing in front of the wooden door trying to come up with an excuse no better than the one that was true. She opened the door so quickly, she was almost convinced it would come right off its hinges. Maybe, somehow, she received the miracle of making it before class started?
That of course, wasn't the case, life would be too good to her. The opened door revealed the already seated and silent class. Fantastic. Suddenly, her heart had stopped and she felt like the scene in all of the TV shows where they zoomed in on the actor's shocked face for extra effect. She could only imagine her expression at this point, but had she not expected this to happen? The blonde didn't know whether to move or stay standing in the doorway, shifting uncomfortably when the students' heads all turned to look at her. Her mouth ran dry. She felt like she was going to cry once again, not only pushing herself into this awkward situation but having nothing to say for herself.
"Hey, look! The devil has finally arrived!" Fred piped up from his chair in the back.
Elanora felt like she had just surfaced after being under the water for years. She almost laughed when she heard his voice slicing through the tense atmosphere, and although she admittedly never was one to enjoy hearing the voice of a Weasley.
