Winters Cloak | S.S

1| The Good, the bad, and the evil

Your body felt like an oven. Cooked, heated up and burnt out. It was the end of the annual winter holidays and you knew you were supposed to be having fun. Enjoying the last moments of the festive season and hanging out with your two best friends and family-- well only your cousin France as your parents had left the country ages ago. Not a word since.

However, you were assigned five pages of essay writing— from one subject that you use to enjoy.

Potions.

Although it seemed like an 'easy' task at first, it was put off for weeks and weeks until you had only a day left of your 'amazing holidays'. Today was the day to finish everything, otherwise you would have secured a prestigious position in the dungeons detention. Right at the front, towards the center.

You internally squealed.

You cringed at the thought of finishing a paper by your unfocused and procrastinated state. Your cute night lamp didn't pay you justice. Especially since you had been frequently stumbling upon basic sentences like your 'A's, B's and C's'.

Twirling your jet black ink filled quill on the page like it were a clumsy ballerina. Eyes were unfazed and red. You knew it was definitely not up to the highest standard that Professor Snape would have liked it to be.

What was the point in writing the essay if it had already gone to crap? I can just see Professor Snape smiling and then drawing up his wand up to my chin, threatening to bury me alive if I had forgotten a single ingredient. Best to pretend I had other issues going on.

That is when your cramped hand eventually gave up.
Almost as if it had been magically detached by your body and quivered in fear. Not wanting to write another chemical equation. You sighed. You were almost complete, just one more essay to go!

I guess I could do it in the morning...

Your eyes dwell onto the window located to your right just beside your wooden desk. Your head automatically lay onto the desk, as you turn to face the window again. Staring at the evening sky. You admired the shining stars, twinkling. They appeared to provide you with some strength to hold on. Until that is when your eyelids became heavier and heavier and heavier...

Zoned out and at peace.

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"Get up!"

You felt a strong force jerk you out of your dreamy state. Your head spun and your eyelids still felt a bit droopy and clammy. Most importantly, you body had felt like it had shut down completely. Paralyzed.

It's morning already? How many hours of sleep did I get last night?

"Right now!" The annoying voice screeched again.

You used the minuscule energy you had stored inside in order to roll your eyes. But instantly regretted it once your older cousin France rushed in your room with no respect and had drawn the curtains open, really wide.

"Ow! What the hell—" Your eyes met the warmth presence that radiated UV rays, carcinogens and production of melanoma. You squinted your eyes shut.

"I told you to get up 20 minutes ago!" She screeched. Scrambling about in your closet and reaching for your uniform, packing it in a black tattered suitcase and rushing to pack the other necessary items such as snacks and lunch.

"I'm so deaf." You say in an obvious tone. But you knew she would have not appreciated your sarcasm.

Throwing your hands in the air as you stretched your arms side to side.

"That's enough! I need you to hurry because the train departs in 10 minutes!" France visibly appeared to be hyperventilating. However, you on the other hand appeared to be cool, calm and absolutely collected.