OBLIVIATE, Book 1 (English)

THE LITTLE FINGER

" Oooh man, all I want is a chocolate pudding right now..."

They were all tired. They all wanted to eat lunch and sit on the fresh green grasses. James was right, a chocolate pudding would be great.

Herbology was extremely tiring. They had to pull all of those wierd plants and tickle their leaves after they were done. Otherwise, the plant would explode.

Every inch of Dexter's muscles were in pain, as if someone was poking him with hundreds of needles. He needed to get rest somewhere, anywhere...

" We're almost there, stay strong." Nate said, looking the least exhausted one. " And I hope that there's kiwi."

" Kiwi?" Fred's tone of voice was surprised while saying that. " I hate it. It's way too sour... And it makes my lips feel itchy."

Dexter raised his brows: " How? Kiwis are great, they're my favourite. Maybe you're a bit too sensitive about everything."

" Everything? No..." he started, Dexter released a quick giggle. " Yeah, of course you don't cry everytime you see cute animals or don't feel sick when you're on a vehicle or aren't allergic to most of the things..."

" Oh shut up." Obeying Fred was the only right thing to do at that moment. He was at least 15 inchest taller and a lot heavier than him...

" Being sensitive isn't a bad thing..." Nate said. "You know me... I'm sensitive, and- well I'm sensitive in a bad way but you're pretty normal."

" Why are you different?" Albus asked, joining the group (he was back from Divination). Dexter raised a brow.

" Really? You're asking this? Come on, Albus. You've been friends with him for like- four years? Yeah, four. You seriously don't know?"

Albus looked confused. "Uhm... Calm down, n-no..." he said, slighly stuttering. Albus often stuttered when he spoke. He was a little socially awkward and he hated verbal conversations.

" Well, what about the times when he explodes?" James said, poking his little brother's head.

Nate raised his hand. " All you have to know is that I really do explode for tiny things. I have to options to explode: I either cry silently or suddenly yell and start hitting everyone."

" Al, you really don't remember?" Fred asked. Nate answered his question even before Albus could open his mouth: " I would like to remind you that he is from a different year and the time he spends with me isn't comparable to your'se."

" Right," Dexter said, nodding. Albus raised his brow with an expression like: Yeah, what can I do about it? Stop blaming me for everything.

He was right. He was a really dreamy person, so even if he was hanging out with them, his mind would be elsewhere...

" So, what has really happened?" Albus asked. They entered the Great Hall.

" After the lunch." Nate said, gesturing the Hufflepuff table. James and Fred went to the Gryffindor table, Albus to Slytherin while Nate and Dexter went to the Hufflepuff table.

Nate's "explosions" were really strange. He could explode at any time, he could cry or yell for tiny things... On the first time, Dexter was almost going to pass out.

It was on their second year. Dexter's little sister Amy, who was just a first grader, was on the ground. She was bawling, her face bright read and her big, watery eyes purple. Of course, Byeung-Ho was with his gang, cirling around Amy. They were calling her a name...

" Mudblood, Mudblood, Mudblood!" they were chanting, as Amy's tears were sweeping the marble floor.

Dexter remembered his throat going dry and his whole body shaking. He was literally stunned, he wasn't even able to say something.