After the terrible class, I had taken a walk through the halls of Hogwarts. I was in deep thought. How could a teacher show students the horrid things that the world hides from us. The Curses gave me a strange vibe, like something bad was going to happen. I needed to go someplace alone, where no one could bother me.
I continued down the hall. Nothing but the feeling of being alone lingered in my head. The halls were empty and quiet. And the sound of wood cracking interrupted me from my thoughts. A grand door appeared in front of me. My eyes widen in shock. I put my hands on the cold door. Beautiful carving layers on the big wooden door. I decided to go in. Before closing the door, I look around making sure no one sees me.
The doors loudly creek behind me as they close. The cold room was blue and walls were mostly covered in mirrors. The only light came from the fireplace that burned dying fire. Next to fireplace is an old brown couch, with moth holes and dusty cushions. The couch was covered in ash and fire flared that radiated of the orange heat. I take a seat on the couch and let my body sink into the warmth of the chair. I start to feel my eyes getting tired. Slowly but surely, I soon fall asleep.
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Cedric's P.O.V.
Phoebe was really upset with the class. I never saw anyone become so angry. I walk through the halls in search for Phoebe. I thought maybe I could help her feel better about earlier.
As I turn the corner, I notice a big door I never seen before. I push the doors open to see Phoebe passed out on the couch. Fire ash was spread across her cheek. She looked so peaceful. The fire illuminated her brown skin making it almost look bronze.
I feet begin to take me closer to her sleeping body. As I stand over her; I notice how she has honey blond highlights in her hair. A loose curl that fell from her bun hangs over her eyes. As I move my hand towards her face to move the curl, she begins to stir in her sleep. Her eyes start to flutter open. Her big brown eyes glistened with firelight. Once she sees me her eyes grow wide. "Were you watching me sleep?" Phoebe asked. Her bun hung lopsided on the side of her head. "Um....I..um. Kinda." I say a little embarrassed. I look down then look back her. A smile crept on her lip. She began to laugh. "Well I hope, I wasn't a boring sleeper." She joked. She pushes herself up. "Ugh, I probably look terrible." She says as she rubs her eyes. I sit down next to her.
"I think you look beautiful." I says. Phoebe turns away as she tries to hind her blush. I grab her face gently pulling her head to face me. We just stare at each other. She had tear stains on her cheeks. Her eyes had gold lining around her brown orbs. I look down at her lips. Her perfect plump lips wore a small frown. I then remembered why I was looking for her in the first place.
"So, How are you feeling after earlier?" I quickly regret my words when her frown becomes more vivid. "Honestly, I'm still a little sad. I just get so emotional sometimes. And seeing Neville struggle just made me so sad and upset." She explains. Tears began falling. "Sorry." She whispers. I wipe the tears from her eyes.
"Don't be sorry for compassion." I pull her into my chest. She doesn't pull back. She cries even harder. After her crying stops she lifts her head away from my chest.
"Can I tell you something that I've never told anyone?" Her face becomes serious. "Of course." I was happy that Phoebe was going to tell me something. And I was more happy that I was going to be the first she ever told.
"Okay, the reason why I hate the Unforgivable Curse so much is because when I was eleven a girl at my old school bullied me almost every day. And one day she cornered me into the girls restroom. She tortured me with the Cruciatus Curse. I just remember being in so much pain. All helpless and alone. I didn't even tell anyone. Not even my parent or the school. I just pretended like nothing happened."
I didn't know what to say. How could someone do something like that. We don't speak anymore. We both just sit in silence. Not an awkward silence but a comfortable silence. Just enjoying each other's company.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~Phoebe's P.O.V.
Night had finally come upon Hogwarts. It's wasn't a peaceful starry not, but a stormy one. Everyone was gathered in the Great Hall waiting to see who was going to enter the contest. Hermione and I sat reading for our next weeks Potion test.
A few students put there name into the fire. Cheers and Congrats echoed the hall. A group of boys suddenly push Cedric into the blue Aging Line. His hair and close were soaking wet. Cedric looks at the fire in awe. He reaches his hand up toward the fire. A single piece of paper is engulfed by flames. Cedric's friend congrats him. He turns to leave but give me a small smile before leaving the hall with his wild friends.
Fred and George run in with two bottles of liquid. "Well lads, we've done it. Cooked it up just this morning."
Hermione and share a knowing look. "It's not going to work." Hermione and I sing. Fred and George crowd around us. "Oh yeah?" George teases. "And why is that Ms. Devereux?" Fred asked. These boys are what British people call dimwits. "You see this." I pointed at the blue circle. "This is an Age Line. Dumbledore drew it himself." I explained. "So."
"Ugh. So, a genius like Dumbledore can't possibly be dodge by something so pathetically dimwitted like an Aging Potion." Hermione explain.
"But that why it's so brilliant, because it's so pathetically dimwitted." Fred and George say. I rolled my eyes.
The twins stand up from their seats. "Ready Fred?"
"Ready George."
They pull open the bottles and gulp down the liquid. The twins jump into the Aging Line. Everyone watches with intensity. The boys lifts theirs hands up. They slowly put their names into the fire. At first nothing happens, but then fire spits out like a snake knocking them out of the circle.
White hair grows onto their face. "You said."
"No! You said."
The hall cheers and chants when the boys begin to roll on floor fighting. "Fight, fight, fight!" Student shout.
The doors to the hall open with a loud creak. Victor Krum marches in with Igor. He passes the Age Line and puts his name into the fire. He looks over at Hermione. She gives him a small smile before he leaves with the Headmaster.
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Dear Cedric,
When we were together I felt breathless.
Now you are.
Yours Truly
Phoebe
