Hogwarts || Cake Hoodings ✔ [ Completed ]

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„Do you already know what your final exercise will be?," Calum asked while the two of them made their way down to the potions classroom.

Luke shook his head. He didn't feel too well, it was the day before the finale of the Tournament and he hadn't gotten much sleep lately. Honestly, he just wanted it all to be over as soon as possible.

In the afternoon, Sophie and Luke were sitting at a library table, trying to work on their History Of Magic assignments.

"I can't believe they are doing this," Luke huffed and watched Sophie continue doodling on her history of magic homework, "No clue at all. Nothing. I mean, somebody has to know something!"

"I am sure somebody knows something," Sophie said without looking up from her doodles, "but they don't say a word. Maybe they were sworn to secrecy or something. I think your grandma would give us a hint if she could."

Luke chewed on his bottom lip. "You're probably right." Sophie nodded. Neither of them were quite themselves today, both very quiet and serious.

Luke tried to read a few pages in his book, Sophie took some notes. That went on for a few minutes until Sophie lost it.

"This is bullshit," she burst out and forcefully shoved her assignment away from her. It slid across the table and hit the ground on the other end. "How the hell are we supposed to do our homework right now??," she snapped but got up and stomped over to her textbook and parchment.

"Sophie...?," Luke asked, quite intimidated by the young girl.

"What?," she glared at him.

"Hey, what is it? You never act like this...," he said small.

"I am scared, Hemmings. I am fucking terrified, this could be the end of us, both you and me. We could be having our last meal tonight, taking our last breaths, and everyone is acting like this is some fun game! I am so done with all of this, really. I don't know if I will live to attend the next History Of Magic lesson, so why bother doing this stupid homework? I haven't had a proper night of sleep in weeks and it's tearing me apart from the inside," Sophie raised her voice which was thick with unshed tears. The librarian told them to be quiet and Sophie took a seat again, next to Luke. "Aren't you?," she asked quietly.

"I am fucking terrified," Luke said softly, "and only focused on surviving tomorrow. Not winning, that was never on my mind.."

"Yeah, me too," Sophie said, fiddling with her hands. She had calmed down and dried her eyes, but her nose was still running and she sniffled small from time to time, "Well, at first I wanted to win this stupid tournament. It's just the way that I am wired, all my parents made me do since I could remember was competing. First dancing, spelling, baking, modeling, later magical competitions. But then I won the first task and Daniel gave up and i don't know... I was watching you and you are such a kind person and I wanted to be friends with you and now I don't know why I ever wanted to defeat you. I just want us both to survive tomorrow, nothing more and nothing less. Even though my parents will most certainly disown me when I lose." She rolled her eyes.

"I will let you win."

"I don't wanna win, stupid. Have you listened to anything I just said?"

"I want you to win, you deserve it.."

"So do you, bro. And I won't let you risk your stupid life for me," she bumped their knees together playfully.

"I'd jump off the next cliff if it meant saving you, though."

"I know, and I'd do the same. Which would end in us both dying, so let's not do that," she laughed slightly.

"Let's just make sure we both survive tomorrow," she said small.

"Yeah let's do that," Luke answered quietly.

"I love you, buddy," she said and leant her head against his shoulder.

"And I love you too," Luke said and placed his head on hers.

"Let's ditch this shit," Sophie said and sat upright, "and practice duelling a bit, yeah?"

"That sounds more reasonable than an essay about witches of the 16th century," Luke laughed and took her hand to get pulled up by her.

After training together, they headed down to the great hall for dinner. Luke barely ate anything and then excused himself to his champions room to curl under the covers and try to fall asleep. It was nearing midnight when he decided to fuck everything and slipped out of bed. He slipped into a pair of sweatpants and a sweatshirt and left the champions corridor.

"Excuse me," he softly tapped his fingers on the canvas of portrait in which the fat lady was pretending to be asleep.

"Can't an old lady just have a good night's sleep for once? Only one night of a peaceful slumber, this is not too much to ask for, now is it??," she fuzzed and crossed her thick arms over her pink opera dress.

"Please..?," Luke yawned.

The fat lady huffed.

"Password then, Hufflepuff!"

"Triwizard Tournament." The fat lady glared at him but gave way anyways.

Luke climbed the steps to the Gryffindors boy dorm, moved past the handful of beds and slipped under the covers of his boyfriend after kicking off his sneakers. He curled up in Calums chest and after Calum stirred a little, the smaller boy wrapped his strong arms around Luke and spooned him.

Despite everything, Luke found nearly no sleep at all. He laid in the darkness, listening to Calums heartbeat, and prayed to everything that he would be able to listen to it for countless more nights.

He was more than just scared of the upcoming day.