❝In which the girl who feels too much gets close to the boy who wants to feel nothing.❞
━━If one would ask Regulus Black to give his opinion on Alera Abbot, he would unhesitatingly tell you that she was a walking hazard to society.
But in his defenc...
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3th September, 1979 ~ Monday
Morning:
-------------------> ALERA ABBOTT HUMMED the song 'dancing with the hippogriffs' by Celestina Warbeck under her breath before sipping her coffee and letting out a soft sigh, purposefully ignoring the disgusted waves directed towards her by her friend as she glared heatedly at the mug.
"I know what you're going to say so I'm going to answer first." Alera began, setting down her mug onto the wooden Hufflepuff table at the Great Hall. "No, I am not going to drink tea. Not now, not ever. It doesn't sit well with me."
"Then why don't you try hot chocolate?" Pandora suggested, at the echo of the topic that they had been repeating every single morning since when they initially met in their first year. "Or pumpkin juice?"
"Pumpkin juice and hot chocolate in the morning?" Alera deadpanned.
"Water then?" Pandora said, "Anything but that horrid drink."
Alera snorted. "You make it sound like I drink fire whiskey rather than coffee."
"Firewhiskey is a better option, actually," Pandora replied.
"What's wrong with coffee?" Alera asked the same question she did every morning during breakfast. "It's delicious and keeps me fuelled up. Everybody has their preferences, and I like the taste of coffee best."
"It's disgraceful," Pandora repeated the answer she did every morning during breakfast. "We are purebloods, Alera. We don't drink coffee, we drink tea."
"I must have missed reading that bit in the pureblood terms and conditions contract, so forgive my ignorance, Pandora," Alera stated dryly, sensing the irritated frustration of her friend.
Pandora simply sighed. "That's a travesty." She stirred her tea. Chamomile with a slice of lemon and two leaves of mint, just the way she liked it. Her eyes wandered around the Great Hall before sharpening at a certain figure. She set her spoon down and took a sip of her tea, instantly calming down before placing her cup back on the saucer. "And speaking of fire whiskey, don't look, but Regulus Black is glaring at you again."
Of course, Alera tried to sneak a glance, prompting Pandora to kick her feet from under the table and causing the girl to let out an "Ow!" and glared at her best friend. "Why did you do that."
"I told you not to look," Pandora replied shortly. "Anyway, why is he glaring at you?" She asked curiously, her tendency to gossip being a childhood flaw.
"Merlin only knows," Alera muttered, drinking the remaining contents of her coffee in one go. "But I suspect that he must be very fond of doing so, considering that happens to be the only expression his face has the ability to make." She paused. "Well, that and scowling."
