The Beauxbatons Girl

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TW at the end

Ophelia Emory Grey

I spent most of the class twiddling with my pens, trying to ignore everything Madame Leanne was teaching us. I noticed Chaisee seemed very focused on the teacher, writing down as many notes as she could. She was probably going to attempt to get Malcolm's attention after classes today.

When the rubbish class finally ended, Chaisee and I decided to go on a walk outside for our 30-minute break before the next class starts. I have to admit, the Beauxbatons grounds are beautiful. The grass is neatly trimmed, many kinds of flowers are all around, and the grounds extend all the way around the castle.

"Ophelia!" someone shouted as Chaisee and I sat down on a bench. I looked around trying to see who called for me, and I spotted Malcolm and his friends walking our way.

"What do you want?" I shouted back as they got closer. I saw two boys next to Malcolm, one of them was eyeing me with his lip bitten.

"Just wanted to introduce you to somebody," Malcolm told me. I could see out of the corner of my eye, Chaisee was blushing intensely. "This is Julien Monet." Malcolm continued while putting his arm around the boy who was eyeing me.

"And?" I asked annoyingly.

"Well, he wants to get to know you a bit." Malcolm grinned.

"Fuck off, I think I can decide who I want to get to know." I snapped as I stood up from the bench. The boy's face suddenly went red, making the corner of my lip curl up. "And you should've tried to talk to me yourself," I said while glaring at him.

Chaisee and I walked away from them, and I could feel rage coursing through me. Why the fuck did Malcolm think that was a good idea?

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Classes dragged on, making the day feel like a whole month. Chaisee and I were walking inside the castle from our Gardening class. I always liked Gardening class, just because we got to be so close to the Quidditch field.

Girls in Beauxbatons aren't allowed to play Quidditch, as it's too "unladylike". But ever since first year, playing Quidditch was my absolute dream. I've even tried to steal a broomstick from a student once, but I just ended up with a whole month of detention.

The sun was already setting, leaving orange and purple hues in the sky. After dinner, Chaisee and I walked to our dormitory. I was so exhausted from the day, that I immediately plopped down on my bed, ignoring the pile of homework on my nightstand.

Malcolm Grey

Laying down on my bed, facing up at the ceiling never gets old. I like to lay down and think about the day. Thinking about today though, was weird. I wasn't quite sure as to why I helped Monet out. I really pissed off Ophelia.

I thought maybe she'd thank me for trying to help with her love life. Shit, I shouldn't ever help her with her love life.

Ophelia might not know, but I really care about her. She's my little sister and I do everything to protect her. Sure, she can be annoying sometimes. But she's my sister, and sisters tend to be on the annoying side.

I couldn't find a reason as to why I wasn't tired. No muscle in my body wanted to rest. So I was left with having to stare up at the ceiling of my dorm, trying to get myself to sleep.

I give up.

Pulling the covers off of me sent chills down my spine. I put my feet on the cold floor and pulled on a grey t-shirt from the floor. I also slid into my black sweatpants.

I don't know where I was going, but I needed to get out of bed. So I let my feet take me wherever they want to go.

The halls were freezing cold, as always.

Straight.

Right.

Left.

Left.

When my feet were done guiding me, I found myself in front of the girl's dormitories.

Why did my feet guide me here?

I opened the huge entrance door, and find myself standing right in front of Ophelia.

"What the fuck are you doing here?" she whisper yelled.

"Why are you up from bed?" I asked her.

"Answer my question!" she seethed.

"I was just going on a night stroll," I replied. "Now answer my question."

"Why did you go inside the girl's dorma- oh! You're going to go fuck someone right?" she exclaimed. I rolled my eyes at her statement.

"Answer my question," I said sternly.

"I was just going to sneak into the Dining Chamber for some snacks," Ophelia told me. I nodded and moved aside from the door.

"Go ahead," I said while gesturing her towards the halls. She immediately crossed her arms and glared at me.

"You want me to go so you can fuck peacefully, right? Who's your partner this time? Let me guess, Delacour?" she stated. I felt my blood start to boil, but I tried to ignore my anger.

"I'm going back to my dorm," I said, exiting the girl's dormitory hall. I could feel Ophelia's glare behind me.

I reached my dorm and fell onto my bed. I sometimes question how I act towards Ophelia. I never say anything mean to her, but she always does to me.

After years of getting yelled at by my sister for the dumbest things, for her stupid assumptions, I learned to ignore her words. But sometimes they hurt. Badly.

Sometimes I hurt myself, feeling like I deserve to be punished for her reasonings. I just hope that Ophelia stops with the assumptions, and starts to actually love me.

Even though I know she does love me right now. Maybe even if it's just a little. But that little bit of love is the reason I don't let her words get to me.

If I did, I'd probably be dead by now.