𝐒𝐄𝐌𝐏𝐈𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐍𝐀𝐋 || 𝐆𝐈𝐑𝐋 𝐂𝐑𝐔𝐒𝐇

17 | BOGGARTS

【 SEVENTEEN 】
➤ BOGGARTS

❝ i look at you, and i just love you, 
and it terrifies me. it terrifies me,
what i'd do for you.❞

oOo

"MISS [Y/L/N], THE STAGE IS ALL YOURS."

Your heart thundered against your ribs as you gripped your wand tightly through sweaty fingers. The Boggart twisted before you, flashing for a few moments as if debating what to change into.

In a flurry of golden glitter, the Boggart finally transformed into the last thing you expected to see in today's class. Your eyes widened as the dust and glitter settled, and your long-time crush stood squarely before you, one arm placed languidly on her hip.

Butterflies fluttered in your abdomen and you flushed a bright red on instinct. A tense silence had settled amidst the class, and out of your peripheral vision you could see [c/n]–the real [c/n]–exchange a confused glance and a hushed, "Me?" with her best friend. 

The Boggart's blazing gaze turned upon you, a perfect replica of the love of your life, down to the loosely tossed [c/h] tie over her shoulders and her rolled up shirtsleeves. A dull fear was brewing at the bottom of your stomach, an uneasiness you weren't able to explain. How was [c/n] supposed to be your worst fear? 

Then she smiled; her beautiful, dorky grin, straightening herself. Even then, as you blushed uncontrollably, you just knew something was wrong. Very, very wrong. 

The whole class watched with bated breath as the Boggart-[c/n] took a single step forwards, and an instant force of repulsion attacked you. Stumbling backwards, with slight horror you registered the feeling of the air in the room slowly running out. You exhaled shakily. What was going on?

You blinked; suddenly, the Boggart was merely five centimetres away from you. Your lips opened in way of screaming, but no sound came. It was if a huge drum was pounding beside your head, your chest tightening as [c/n] tilted her head cutely. 

Her hand rose to your face, and just as her ice-cold fingers made contact with your skin, your heart dropped like an anchor, tearing through all the organs in its way. Everything was wrong, no, everything was on the brink of collapse. You blinked back tears. Why wasn't anyone doing anything about the sudden drop of fifty degrees in the temperature? 

The Boggart-[c/n] moved steadily closer to you. Four, three, two centimetres. Your breath caught in your throat, and you hear suspicious whispers going around the class.

Her lips paused beside your ear. You inhaled sharply, but then she spoke, except it was in a fluid, venomous hissing that you could never have imagined coming from her sweet lips. 

"You're a failure." 

You froze. Alarms were going off left, right and centre: everything was wrong. It's not real, you tried to tell yourself. It's not real. Cast the spell. 

As you moved to raise your wand, you realised with trembling fear that you could not move a single muscle. Your erratic breaths were now the only sound in the classroom; the sickening image before you seemed not to be breathing. 

A brief shuffling on the side told you that the real [c/n] had tried to move towards you, wand up, but was being held back by her friends and Professor Lupita. If she wanted to protect you, you wondered, then who was this demon before you? Your eyes were fixated on [c/n]– no, the Boggart–