He was darkness.
He was death.
He was pain.
He was suffering.
He was a mystery. One she intended to solve.
"You wouldn't kill me, Tom." "Avada Kedavra!"
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Professor Merrythought whacked the blackboard with the piece of wood sharply. "Wake up students!" She yelled angrily, her grey eyes scanning the room. "I asked you to do one small task for homework and only five of you even attempted the essay? It's ridiculous!" Her chest heaved up and down erratically while she paced around the front of the DADA classroom. Her high boots clacked against the stone loudly, making the students closest to the front flinch each time she took a step.
Arabella slouched low in her chair, even though she was one of the five that completed the essay on Dragons. Merrythought could be incredibly frightening when she wanted to. It only took a few late assignments of unfinished homework for her to absolutely explode.
With one last deep sigh, Professor Merrythought swept the tall, pointed hat off her head. The emerald thing was dumped on top of her desk. "Right. You will all have detention except the five who completed the work. On top of this, you will complete four other essays as well on the topics elves, pixies and fairies. The forth essay will be on how these creatures are how they are different to each other."
Groans erupted around the classroom. Susan Stringle, a sweet girl from Gryffindor, slumped onto her desk. "There goes my life for ever," she said miserably.
Arabella looked at her in pity and thought about patting her shoulder. Should have done the homework, she thought, but of course didn't say it out loud. That could get her beaten up again. Gryffindor's were so hot-headed.
As the meltdowns of students commenced, Arabella glanced out the door and willed the class to be over soon. Edmund was out of the hospital wing! Arabella didn't know how, but she knew that she was elated. Apart from Jaelyn, Arabella didn't have a close circle of friends. Of course, she knew others from her house and year and a few others from joint classes from other houses, but other than that, there was no one else close enough for Arabella to confide in and truely trust.
In hospital, Edmund was bordering close to becoming one of these friends, but Arabella barely got to see him and she was always worrying about him. His illness was so spontaneous and violent, Arabella found herself slightly on guard around him.
But if he was out of the hospital wing, it meant Madam Pomfrey believed him to be cured or partially at least.
Arabella would take either, if it meant she got another best friend out of it. Especially since Jaelyn seemed to be avoiding her ever since the attack in the Great Hall.
It was hard to notice at first, but soon, all the two friends seemed to be doing was classwork together. Arabella had begun to notice that Jaelyn was avoiding her eye out of class and was sitting with other Slytherin girls every feast, doing homework.
Arabella's heart ached at the thought of Jaelyn and snuck a glance across the DADA classroom to where Jaelyn was sitting. Her and Dominic Winterdawn were deep in conversation as they poured over the DADA book on the desk.
