OBLIVIATE, Book 1 (English)

THE WEAK PUPPY AND THE TEA LOVER

Dexter was lucky that he hadn't had to see Madam Pomfrey. It was just a quick blacking out, nothing severe. However, Dexter was still feeling sick.

He walked silently behind his friends. Fred was also not feeling well- his mother was also a muggle-born.

Dexter tried to think about good things. Maybe, he wasn't going to touch the muggle-borns?

It sounded wierd but Dexter had to make himself feel better.

" I mean- is this re-eal?" Fred was stuttering. His gigantic body was shaking as if he had just dived into an icy cold pool.

His deep voice was cracking as he spoke. His eyes were always huge and his eyebrows were so raised that they dissapeared below his dark red hair.

" They can't do it, can th-ey? The whole Wizardaring World would-"

" They can't do anything to Graffacia." Albus said. " Anything."

There was a deep silence, which felt as if someone was holding a dagger right on their throats. No-one was able to speak.

As the starter of the silence, Albus cut it as he started it.

" I can't believe that her daughter is in our school..." he said, hitting mud with his boots. Dexter crossed his brows. " Who? "

" Avery Graffacia from Slytherin, you know her." James said. Dexter nodded. He remembered that filthy girl...

" I'll visit the bathroom." Nate said, looking sick. He quickly walked away, dissapearing inside the crowd like a ghost dissapearing in a misty forest.

" What's wrong with him these days? He looks pale and he acts... Different." James said, looking worried  for the first time. Dexter shrugged.

" He doesn't say anything. He's up to something, I couldn't force him to tell to me..." he said, looking on the ground. The pale grasses on the dry soil looked like the top of a head of an old man. The weak, thin grasses were lazily growing out of the dry soil, some turning into yellow.

" Okay let's now go, the lesson is about to start." James said, rubbing his short neck. " See you later then."

Dexter turned around amd changed his direction without saying "Bye" to his friends. He knew that it was not a polite thing but his mind was so busy that he had no time to think about those things.

He had to find out what Nate was up to.

He was his best friend. He didn't want to put his nose into his bussiness but he was worried, worried that he was hurt.

***

The boy's bathroom looked like it was empty. It was so silent, nothing could be heard except the soft sound of the drops falling patiently from the sinks.

Then, Dexter heard something from one of the cabins- a pityful sound, like he was throwing up.

Yes, he was throwing up. Dexter could hear the liqued flow...

Dexter swallowed hard. He was already feeling sick, this wasn't helping. But he had to help his friend...

He waited for a few minutes, then Nate got out of the cabin. He saw Dexter as he turned his head, he suddenly stopped.

He looked terrible. He was way too pale, almost as white as the marble in the bathroom. He was shaking like a chihuahua, his bright green eyes weren't bright and vivid like before. They almost looked- purple.

There was an awkward silence, then Dexter yelled: " NATE, TELL ME WHAT'S HAPPENING!" His small but big voice echoed in the big bathroom, escaping to the corridores. It was making him extremely uncomfortable to see his best friend suffer mysteriously like this.

Nate didn't say anything. His body spoke. He became smaller and smaller, his body bent, he crossed his arms as if he was a child who was being totured. He bit his bottom lip, tried his best to not cry. Red circles appeared on his eyes as he tried.

Dexter suddenly softened. He went next to his friend, patted him from the back. Nate let the tears tream down from his pale and cold cheeks which belonged to Syberia.

He fell on his knees, his whole puppy-like body trembling. Dexter sat next to him, he didn't care if the floors were dirty. They were cleaned by house elves in every hour anyways.

" Nate..." Dexter called his brother-like friend gently. Nate shook his head. " I can't." he said with a broken voice. " I can't tell you..."

Dexter patted him on his back. Nate looked directly into his eyes. " It's not because I don't trust you... Don't get it wrong, I just- can't tell anyone..."

He looked so fragile. Dexter just kept patting him, as Nate's bawling echoed in the whole castle.

***

Divination was boring as always. It was more boring without Nate, who was taking more important lessons instead of Divination. Dexter had wanted to take those lessons with Nate on his third year but they weren't for him... He knew that he would fail and even if he had passed the exams, they wouldn't be useful for him. So Nate had adviced him to choose Divination.

At least I have Marley Blue, he thought. We're close...

Marvin Blue was also a Hufflepuff student, who also was a muggle-born. He was really clever, extremely kind and patient, and of course- a lerfect tea-lover. He would always make teas and give them to everyone.

They were actually great. Beyond great... They were flawless, perfect... He had a different way of making tea so his teas were so unique- yet not so popular. They were only popular between the Hufflepuffs.

Dexter didn't know why, but everyone thought that Marvin was wierd so they would always stay away from him. They would never accept his teas, which made him sad.

When the bell rang, Dexter immediately packed his bag up and got out of the class with Marvin. His dreamy, big, round, baby blue eyes were looking directly into Dexter's chocolate brown's.

" Do you know where Scorpius is?" he asked with his usual, soft expression. He was already baby-faced, his soft and calming voice was not resistable.

Girls often found him "cute". He looked like a lovely panda, with a cute and small smile on his moon-like round face.

" No, why?" Dexter asked. Marvin shrugged. " He likes my teas. I was going to make a special one for him but I don't know if he's allergic to coconuts..."

"Uhmm," Dexter raised a brow. " You know, wizards don't have allergies like Muggles do..." he said. Marvin raised his brows slowly, without changing his calm expression.

" Oh, right..." he said, then giggled softly. " Stupid, stupid me..."

Dexter grinned. " Oh please. You are so smart but you still don't realise that you are..." he said, messing Marvin's fluffy, honey-colored hair up. They were so soft, like rabbit fur.

" Were you talking to yourself?" Marvin asked, ignoring the compliment and backfiring it to Dexter. Dexter laughed.

" Shut up..." he said, then wrapped his arm around Marvin's neck. He liked him, he was like a cute teddy bear to tickle its tummy.

Of course, Dexter didn't have intentions like that for Marvin... What Dexter was thinking about him was a universal fact. He did look like that.

" Would you like to drink some tea?" Marvin asked. " I have a new recipe."

Dexter smiled. " Of course, Vinnie. It would take all of my tiredness away..."

Two muggle-borns, proud of their blood status, walked slowly through the long, long corridores which looked endless with a maiden of memories...