𝔗𝔬 𝔏𝔬𝔳𝔢 𝔜𝔬𝔲 𝔜𝔢𝔞𝔯𝔰 𝔒𝔫𝔢 - 𝔗𝔥𝔯𝔢𝔢
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"It feels bittersweet to love you, as though time has already run it's ruinous path and everything good is over before it begins.
It feels perilous to love you, like a dust storm swallowing up...
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The next morning was too bright for Artemis's liking. The other girls were just as groggy as she was, only giving out small grunts and whispers when someone asked a question.
Although she was the first to go to bed, she was the last to leave. Pansy was becoming impatient as she tapped her foot while Artemis combed her hair.
They all left the dorm and into the quiet common room where no one was sharing the same excitement and nervousness as the first years, who were already striking up noisy conversations about their first class.
Artemis shielded her ears from the squeaky voices in the common room while the other girls gave them glares and crossed their arms. Over the summer, just about every second year had developed an ego since they were no longer the new kids at school.
They all looked down at the first years as if they were insects and were prepared to squash them.
The Great Hall greeted them with the pleasant smell of toast, porridge, and eggs. The ceiling was now enchanted to showcase a cloudy grey sky with a slight drizzle.
As Artemis sat down at the Slytherin table, she received a few looks and murmurs from students all around her. She wasn't the only one though; Harry Potter and Ron Weasley were also gaining the same attention, if not more, from the same people.
"Don't blame them for staring," Pansy said as she poured syrup on her eggy bread. "It's not like you didn't kill one of our Professors or anything."
Artemis frowned at her. "Yeah, well they could be more discreet about it. And I didn't kill anyone." she said the last part clearly for Pansy and anyone else who was eavesdropping.
"Sure you didn't." Daphne said casually, "Potter did with his bare hands."
Artemis flinched. She noticed a few first years' head poke up, alarmed and twisting their heads to the Gryffindor table. Daphne had a specialty for making things sound worse than what actually happened.
The rushing sound of wings had interrupted their breakfast as hundreds of owls of every colour were circling the hall. One after another, they all glided down gracefully, dropping parcels from home.
Monet, Artemis's fork-tailed barn owl swooped down elegantly and dropped an envelope in her lap. He hooted loudly, expecting praise and possibly a treat. Artemis fed him some of her sausage with one hand as she opened the letter with another.
CRASH!
A large grey owl had fallen from the sky and into a tray of toast, smacking it to the floor in front of Weasley. The bird hooted as if nothing had happened, dropped off a letter, and took off once again.
Monet eyed the other owl judgmentally and followed him out the window.
Weasley's face paled.
In his hand was an envelope that Artemis recognized all too well; A Howler. She and the other Slytherin's leaned in nosily, all smirking to see Weasley's reaction.
