𝐌𝐀𝐑𝐑𝐈𝐀𝐆𝐄 𝐌. 𝑫𝑹𝑨𝑪𝑶

𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐏𝐓𝐄𝐑 𝟓.𝟎

❝CHAPTER 5 - MARRIAGE 5❞

❝Beau clair de lune.❞

Y/N NOTT
1st view

I SWALLOWED the lump clogging my throat as I hear my name being called. My watery eyes searched for my twin brother, hoping for some assurance that it's going to be alright. Like what twins or siblings would usually do when the other is hurt or scared, comforting the other and saying sweet nothings like 'it's gonna be ok,' or 'don't worry, big brother's here.' Our twin like eyes met, he gave me a small sad but reassuring smile, it made me feel lighter for a moment.

For a 19 year old like me wanting to be comforted like that by my twin, it was silly, childish even. But when I was young, I never got to be comforted like that by Theo, because we weren't close. But now, in this kind of situation, I wanted nothing more than to be in his arms and cry my eyes out, to complain why life is so unfair, that they had to take away the freedom we've been wanting to have. And we had it, we had it in our grasps for a second and it slipped away.

This is ridiculous.

My feelings was a jumbled mess, I didn't know whether I should be irritated, angry, sad, confused, or maybe just all of them. Silence filled the great hall, no one spoke, only small whispers from other tables. All eyes seemed to be attracted to me as I stood up from my seat from the Gryffindor table then walking down the aisle between the Slytherin and Gryffindor tables. You could mistake the scene with me going down the aisle towards my groom, then getting married and a happy ever after ending. Well, in this case, I'm walking down the aisle where a certain Sorting hat will tell me who my soon to be groom is.

It was stupid, and I feel like passing out. Like really? The whole Britain Wizarding World has just gone through a gruesome war, then suddenly after 2 years of Hogwarts rebuilding itself (according to Hogwarts: A History) the students who came back were expecting a warm and normal school year. But no, something just has to happen did it? Throughout my past 6 years of being a Hogwarts student (minus the 2 year break and this year), this school always starts with something definitely not normal. And this year just has to be the year where some ruddy old hat determines who I should be married off to.

I tell you, its stupid, unbelievable and sad. Just after the first feast, I already want to drop out. I don't want to get married this way. I want to be able to find my own lover by will, not by some hat. It was sad, the freedom we hoped we could have this year has vanished. Stepping up to the podium just in front of the teachers table, I sit down on the very same stool when I was sorted to my house, which was Hupplepuff. It was weird, a Nott in the badgers house? My father didn't really take the news well and nearly hexed me to the next life. Calling me blood traitor or disgrace. I could hardly care. When my father almost used an unforgivable curse on me, my twin was just right on time to save me. Was it that bad just getting sorted into hupplepuff? At least I'm not a squib aren't I?