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━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━ 𝗧𝗛𝗥𝗘𝗘 𝗬𝗘𝗔𝗥𝗦 𝗟𝗔𝗧𝗘𝗥 ━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━
Boarding the Hogwarts Express at exactly 11am for the fourth time was no different than either of the other times. Same old, same old. The only difference is that for the past two years, my parents haven't been here to say goodbye. They had passed away two years ago after a car incident. In a world full of mystical and magical elements, they died from a something as simple as a car crash. I couldn't believe it at first, I thought it was a joke.
But that was a while ago, and I have come to terms with it. It doesn't bother me as much anymore. so I don't understand why I feel so peculiar. I adjust myself as I lay my legs along the three-seater cushion in the train cabin, my book in hand. I sigh deeply, a single tear falling down my cheek before I wiped it away. Salem, my svelte black cat, curls up to me, rubbing her face on my arm.
Feeling that same burning gaze that I've been tolerating for the past three years, I look up to see Sammael glaring at me from the doorway of the compartment. I glare back at him, narrowing my hazel eyes, tilting my head only slightly. He appeared as if he wanted to say something, but refrained from doing so. I simply rolled my eyes and continued on with my book. He left almost immediately after.
I don't know what his problem is, but he's hated me ever since he layed eyes on me at the Sorting ceremony in our first year. I haven't done anything to him, and he hasn't even got the guts to just spit out whatever his issue is. Even though I'm ashamed to say it, I don't care that he hates me. Just knowing that he notices me is enough. But he has certainly gotten more beautiful with age. He grew quite a lot these past few years. His hair is slightly longer, and he has a straight set of pearly white teeth, but his eyes still haven't changed. They are still the same misty-grey orbs that I gawked over in my first year.
As I only now just registered that I had fallen asleep, I peer out of the large glass window beside me to see that it is dark outside. I had slept through the whole trip. After rubbing my eyes, I glance over to the chair on the other side of the cabin. I scoff in amazement as I see Sammael asleep on the chair just as I was moments ago.
How long has he been in here? Noticing my book is no longer in my hands, I see that it has been placed neatly at the end of my seat beside Salem, with my bookmark in place. I don't recall doing any of that, so I wondered how my book could have possibly made its way to its current position. I glance over at the person who is occupying the other seat in my cabin and my gaze returns to my book. Could it have been —? No, I shake the thought out of my head. It couldn't have been him; he doesn't care.
