A/n: sorry for any errors. I was half asleep editing this chapter
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"Hey, Hope," the same boy she was seated beside in yesterday's chemistry class, greeted her as she took the seat beside him.
"Hi erm... sorry. What did you say your name was again?" Her cheeks reddened she couldn't help but feel a little embarrassed that she could not recall her classmate's name. He seemed like such a nice guy.
"It's Scott," he answered.
"Scott, right. Scott." She repeated as if the action would imprint the name into her brain.
"Good Morning, class. Today, and tomorrow we will be conducting a lab." Mr. Harris began to instruct the rowdy teenagers. "Turn to page 394."
Hope chuckled.
"Harry Potter fan?" Scott asked with a smile.
"Yeah actually," Hope returned a smile of her own.
He had a really nice smile
"I know I was kinda rude yesterday... but um... I'm not that much of a... people person. Ya know?" Hope said while writing in her notebook.
"Everyone's a people person," Scott replied with a grin, flipping through the textbook in front of him.
"That's exactly what a people's person would say." Hope playfully rolled her eyes as Scott walked to the front of the classroom to get the lab supplies.
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"Wow, your good at this." Scott raised his eyebrows at how quickly Hope was moving through the lab.
"Chemistry has always been one of my strong suits..." One of the benefits of learning to brew potions at a young age. She left that part out. "...that and history."
"That's cool."
"It kinda runs in my family," She shrugged.
"Can you pass that beaker?" She analyzed the glass test tube in hand for a second then began to pour a portion of the contents into the beaker in front of her.
"Doesn't that need to be measured?" Scott questioned as she began pouring a second solution into the same beaker.
"Trust me it's exactly two and a half ounces." Hope stirred the mixture until it morphed to a light shade of yellow.
"Excellent work Ms. Marshall," Mr. Harris complimented as he strode past her seat.
"Thank you, Mr. Harris." She beamed in pride.
"What!?" She asked catching Scott's odd stare. It was a mixture of shock and confusion.
"Nothing. It's just that Mr. Harris never gives compliments," Scott explained. It was clear he was stunned at the events he just witnessed.
A few students nearby stood agape at the scenes they'd just seen unfold.
"Oh." Hope spoke quietly.
She mentally chastised herself. Maybe I shouldn't have shown off. Drawing attention to myself was the last thing I wanted to do. I could've easily used the measuring tools.
Scott spoke up after a moment. "There's nothing wrong with being proud of what you're good at."
She nods at his words, "I'll keep that in mind."
As both hands simultaneously reach for the beaker their fingertips brush. Hope's mind is bombarded with bright flashes and shifting images. The one thing she makes out in the chaos, clear of day, is a pair of red glowing eyes. So bright. So piercing. So powerfully.
She jumped back and nearly toppled off of the chair.
"Hey, you alright?" Scott grabs Hope's arm to help steady her balance on the chair.
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