Winters Cloak | S.S

6 | Warm-blood

Today was a break session. It had been a week since your last session with Dumbledore. And a week that you had spent studying alone in the library.

Although you preferred solitude, you had found yourself deeply missing the cheeky grins and continuous sabotaging as well as bickering with your friends. Luckily, London found you sitting alone outside and decided to join in.

Sitting in the area of the green fields. Where there was a water fountain just below the hill top you sat at. The birds were chirping and the wind was howling.

It was quiet and peaceful. Just how you liked it.

Leaning against a tall tree that provided you with just the right amount of shade. London sat beside you, his head lay on your shoulder as he read his book of advanced arithmancy. Flipping the pages gently. Even though you couldn't see his face, you knew his eyebrows would be furrowed in order to make sense of what he was reading.

He hadn't spoken a word to you besides his usual smile and greeting, stating the phrase 'I missed you too'. It was ironic to say he had missed your presence especially since he was paying absolutely no attention to you, even when he lay on your shoulder with great comfort.

Do I look like a cushion?

Marissa was nowhere to be seen. However, you hadn't questioned her whereabouts to throw him off. Maybe she had needed her space you assumed.

You were in the midst of writing a poem when you heard London mumble something odd. "You hide a lot of things from us." The rustling sounds of leaves could be heard and you momentarily blew a soft sigh.

"What was that?" You asked him, eyebrow raised and your head tilted in order to examine his facial expressions which became indescribable.

"Nothing." He murmured.

He was trying to ignore you. Scoffing, you thought he was trying to give you the same silent treatment you had given him.

Writing your last sentence on the parchment by dipping your quill in the black pot of ink. You took a mental note, reminding yourself that you had to finish this later.

As always,  friendship came first.

Leaving your notebook to the left side on the ground. You faced him completely. "What do you mean?" You asked, tilting your head. His head now off your shoulder, as he moved to sit in front of you. Adjusting his position and sitting cross-legged.

"You think you're so tough, huh?" He paused. Voice wavering. Your face looked utterly blank as you rolled your eyes. Unaffected by his tone.

"What does that have to do with anything...London?" You questioned him with an obvious glare, that would allow him to be realistic with you. Or at least reason with you.

If he is trying to start a fistfight, goodbye honey.

"Marissa told me..." you leaned in to hear his soft deep voice. "You've been appearing to ignore her, you become irritated at the smallest of things and you held up a barrier against her." He said, his eyes flickering back and forth between your direct gaze and the surroundings behind you.

You eyed him with curiosity.

Although they are my best friends, I cannot let them know about this secret mission. Dumbledore hadn't told me about this part...I didn't want to hide it from them. But I knew it was the right thing to do. Was it?