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'𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒈𝒊𝒓𝒍 𝒘𝒉𝒐 𝒉𝒂𝒅 𝒏𝒐 𝒄𝒉𝒐𝒊𝒄𝒆.'
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Camellia Withlock never expected to be a witch like in...
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"Welcome class! Since it's the last lesson before Christmas I thought we could let the people who didn't get to do this last time do it now," everyone starts to whisper in excitement. Hermione nudges Melia's side. She didn't get to do it last time, so this time she gets to.
"Now, let's start by freshening up our minds. Who can tell me what a boggart is?" Hermione's hand shoots up into the air. "Someone who's not Miss Granger," Melia giggles at that.
"What about you, Miss Withlock?" he asks her, a little worried that he may have been too hopeful by asking her like this in front of the whole class.
"Like she would say something, sees as mute as a worm," someone in the back of the classroom says, louder than intended. Melia hears this and decides to speak up.
"No one knows what they look like. Boggarts are shape-shifters. They take the shape of whatever a particular person fears most. That's what makes them so terrifying," Lupin nods proudly at her, then he starts repeating the spell again. After the spell has been shouted out into the room, people start to form a line. Blaise Zabini starts. After a while, it's Melia's turn. Lupin goes up to her.
"You can do it wordless if you'll like that better," he whispers in her ear and walks back to where he stood before. Melia steps closer and the boggart uses a lot of time before it decides. A mirror appears in front of her. You can see the reflection of her in it, but not the people behind her. She points her wand at the mirror and without a word, casts the spell. The mirror turns into one of those mirrors you see in fairs where you look taller or fatter in. Everyone laughs except Melia.
Hermione grabs her arm and brings her to the back of the class where Harry and Ron are standing. All three of them asks if she's alright, which she answers with a small nod. Some more people get to have their turn before the class is over. Lupin wishes everyone a Happy Christmas before they're able to leave.
"Miss Withlock, could you stay for a moment?" Melia looks at Hermione.
"We'll wait outside," she says while smiling at the girl before turning to Lupin, "It won't take long, right professor?" he shakes his head no. Melia gives her a smile that says 'thank you' before turning to see what the professor wanted.
"I'm sorry if I made you uncomfortable by asking you out in class like that. I hope it was alright," he starts off.
"Yes, I didn't mind it," she answers with a smile.
"Good, good. Are you staying here for the Christmas break?"
"Yes, I was invited to stay with the Weasley's, but I declined," Remus could see she didn't want to talk more about that, so he changed the subject. They talked for a few more minutes before she went to Hermione and the boys.
"Let's go."
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That night she went up to the Astronomy tower with one of her favourite books, 'Oliver Twist'. She's always loved that book. She would read it whenever she wasn't reading the Harry Potter books. Melia needed some alone time after what happened in the DADA lesson earlier. 'My fear is myself' That was the thought that wandered in her mind. It had been an hour of her reading in silence when someone came up the stairs. The girl didn't even look at who came, not even flinching when that person sat himself down beside her. She doesn't look up at him before he takes off his jacket and puts it on her shoulders.
"It's getting colder. I don't want you to catch a cold."
She smiles at him gratefully and closes her book looking into his stormy grey eyes. Both of them move closer until their noses brush against each other. They stay there for a few seconds. Waiting for the other to make a move. Before he gets a chance, she moves back.
"I can't," tears are threatening to spill. "I'm sorry."
"Why not?" he says harsher than intended.
"You hurt me, Draco! You haven't spoken to me in months and then you expect me to just kiss you?" she yells just as harsh. He takes a deep breath and thinks before he answers her.
"I didn't know if you wanted to talk to me or not, but I have been thinking about you! Wanting to make a move, but I was too scared... Scared that you would reject me."
Tears are now running down Melia's face. She wants to be close to him, kiss him, embrace him, but she can't stop the thoughts of what happened when they met for the first time. She turns her head looking at the view instead of looking into his beautiful eyes.
"What can I do to make it up to you?" he asks, his voice softer this time.
"Tell me."
"Tell you what?"
"Tell me about me, how you knew me and about my parents."
(A/N) Some of the lines in this chapter are from Harry Potter and the Prisoner of Azkaban movie script, which mean that I don't own it. Everything else is written by me.
And short chapter, I know, but I wanted to end it with a small cliffhanger. (a kind of bad one, but still)
