hogwarts°nct dream [editing]

seven | tomorrow

  "Watch where you're going," Jeno snaps when a student accidentally bumps into him.

  The student nods apologetically before rushing away in confusion on what he's so mad about.

  Jeno strides into the hall that Saturday morning for breakfast and sits with the rest of his group at the Hufflepuff table.

  "Someone's grumpy," Chenle comments at Jeno's sour face.

  The older frowns but says nothing.

  "What happened?" Amaryllis asks.

  Jeno turns away harshly, avoiding eye contact with her. "Nothing."

  The girl feels a slight tinge of pain and Renjun sees it flash in her eyes.

  "Take it off."

  The others look at him.

  "Take what off?" Jisung queries but Renjun keeps eye contact with Jeno.

  "The ring. Take it off, now," the second oldest demands to which Jeno agitatedly obliges with. But as soon as the jewellery is taken away by Renjun, he feels his chest get lighter.

  "Better?" Injun asks and Jeno nods, confused at his previous actions- quickly turning to the girl.

  "Sorry, Ama. I don't know what got into me," Jeno apologizes and the girl shrugs with a smile.

  "Don't worry about it."

  A rushing Mark dashes to them, panting. "Sorry, I'm late! A student was auditioning for our Quidditch try-outs and this bloody bludger wouldn't stop chasing!"

  "Late for what? Breakfast? This isn't a date, mate. You're fine," Renjun responds with attitude.

  "It'd take him a while to get one of those," Chenle mocks, gaining a glare from their oldest.

  Renjun passes the ring back to its owner. "You should bring this to a professor now. You keep forgetting about it and left it with Jeno. He got all mad because of it."

  Mark takes the jewellery. "I plan on giving it to Professor Dumbledore, anyways. I'm pretty sure he'll know how to care for it. See you guys later."

  The oldest leaves again to meet the headmaster and Amaryllis goes out after to hand in her Herbology assignment.

  "I should've used that balm," Donghyuck groans as he walks down the halls whilst clutching his arm.

  As cliché as it is, he bumps into Amaryllis who had just turned in her work.

  "Oh, hello..." She timidly greets, giving a small smile and nod to which he rolls his eyes at.

  But for some reason, his pace slows as he walks by her, seeming quite reluctant to leave.

  "How's your arm?" She asks and he stops instantly before swivelling.

  He feigns ignorance. "If you actually listened last time, you would know that I didn't get hurt."

  "You're clenching your hand, though," she points out and he quickly hides his fist behind him.

  "So? Am I not supposed to?" He retorts.

  She just purses her lips before pulling out the medicinal balm from her pocket. "I was given this by Madam Pomfrey so now, I have a habit of bringing it around."

  He stares at it, hesitant and she deciphers the contemplation in his frown- deciding to take matters in her own hand.

  "Can I apply it for you?" She queries and unexpectedly, he offers his limb after a bit of a pause.

  She gently lifts up the sleeve of his black shirt and pats the lotion onto his darkening bruise.
"There's nothing wrong with being hurt. It's a normal thing for everyone so, next time, don't just hold it in and say you can handle it on your own when people offer help."

  His previous, frigid eyes now gaze softly at her. "But, why should I?"

  Ama scoffs- not vainly, but more to one of endearment. "One, it's beneficial for you and two, it makes those that are helping you to feel better for themselves. Maybe... you should try it too sometimes."

  She steps back and stuffs the cream back into her pocket- flashing him another bright smile.

  His heart skips a beat at her radiance and he inconspicuously turns flustered when she fixes his sleeve back down.

  "See you when I see you," she says before stepping away but gets stopped by his words.

  "See you tomorrow."

  Ama's eyes widen briefly as she turns to him. Surprised at his cordial sentence unlike his usual, "get out of my way, mudblood."

  She nods. "See you tomorrow."