Chapter 17

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Nylas POV

The class was now packing up waiting to be dismissed, which they were after Lupin said a few final words. Everyone was walking out when Lupin had called out for me to stay behind.

"Sit down" he said kindly pulling a chair in front of his desk. He then sat down and smiled at me

"Now I know something is troubling you and I hope you know whatever your mom did, isn't and never will be your fault". I don't know how he knew but I did always feel guilty when I was reminded of what my mom did to the parents of the students that go here and others. But if I'm good I get bashed on by the slytherin. If I'm bad I'm miserable and it's all pressuring. I nodded my head.

"And none here blames you either and I've heard of the things some students say, mostly the slytherins" he laughed jokinkling I smiled and nodded.

"It's not good to listen to them, okay? And if you ever need a grown up to talk to I'll always be here" he said reassuring me.

I left the classroom ten times happier than I entered. I was looking through all the homework I had due and I onlyI had a little homework for transfigurationI. Wish I could say the same for potions but I had stacks of  homework for that class and for DADA I just needed to practice my spells without saying it and I knew exactly what spell I wanted to learn. I saw it while reading in the library. Where it's as if you're floating but you're still walking on hard ground just in the air and where you stand it shines brightly with a golden light and as long as you think clearly it works,it's not visible but wherever you put your foot becomes solid and you're able to walk on air.

I went outside to test it out and visualized stairs leading up to the seats used to watch quidditch games. I slowly put my foot out in front of me and it felt solid under my foot. I then went up again with my other foot and again solid. I then walked up faster smiling at my accomplishment. And soon I was running up the stairs and decided instead of going to the seats I imagined I was on flat ground and I put my foot flat and I was able to walk on it then suddenly the feeling left and it was empty again and I was falling when I had landed on the seats. Thankfully I was standing on top of them.

I decided to use the regular stairs to get down just in case, and headed back to the common room which was full. I was out there longer than I'd expect. It was now almost five and I had gone outside around four. I entered the common room and the first person to come up to me was  George. He leaned over to be heard over all the noise.

"Want to go to my room to talk?" I nodded my head and followed him. I sat on his bed crossing my legs, he sat next to me leaning back on his .

"So how do you like Professor Snape" he asked jokingly knowing he is a very bitter teacher.

"Maybe he's mean because his cat died or something and he's grieving" I said not wanting to be mean to someone I don't know. He looked at me with a 'are you serious expression'.

"I've been here for five yers, so you're telling me he's been grieving over his cat's death for five years"?. H easked trying to prove that he is just a curle man.

"Hey, I'd be pretty sad if Athena died" I said matter of factly, then I thought about what he did to my notebook.

"But he did make my notebook disappear"I said quitely.

"The one you used to talk to people ?" he asked, I nodded my head yes.

"What a prick, I have a spare notebook in my top draw" he said pointing to it. I got up and opened his top draw looking for it.

"what color is it?" I asked as he laid down on the bed he thought for a while and said "I think black".

I rummaged through looking for a black notebook instead. I found a golden parchment and a gray quill next to it, I picked it up and turned to George.

"George what is this doing in your drawer?" I asked calmly, but you could tell I was anything but calm. He stood up quickly and walked up to me.

"Oh that---that's nothing honestly Nyla" he said laughing nervously. I moved away so he wouldn't be able to grab it back.

"Well I think it looks like my parchment, don't you think?. What are you doing invading my privacy?" I was extremely mad. My head is my safe space and he invaded it without permission.

"I'm sorry I meant to return it. I just forgot" he said apolegeticly avoiding eye contact.

"For a week?, you didn't seem to forget to hide it" I sighed and had a lot of aful thought, so before I accidentally said one I should stop.

" I'm mad right now so I'll talk to you when I'm not" I said walking to the door. He tried to pull me back but  I walked out the door towards the common room.

"Nyla I didn't mean to, you can't not talk to me. I'm your sexy beast after all" he said trying to lighten the mood but failed miserably.

"I'll talk to you some other time before I say something I'll regret." I said as I entered the common room and George just had to be dramatic and talk loudly when I didnt want anyone knowing we were arguing.

"Nyla, I'm sorry!" he said grabbing the attention of mant gryfindors. I had the paper float in front of him and it worte down 'I. will. Talk. to. You. Later'. I Brought the paper back to my hand once he finished reading and headed to my room with Hermione following me.

"I see you found your parchment where it was?" I shrugged my shoulders.

"Well are you gonna tell me what George is apologizing for?" she asked again. I shrugged my shoulders again. I don't know if I was overreacting but I felt kind of disrespectedl. Those were my thoughts, all my worries, insecurities and everything is what I thought about and he read all about it. How do I know he did read the paper though. Wait,  he called himself a sexy beast and I never said that to him. I only thought that and if he didn't read anything he would have said oh yea I meant to give you that.Or something similar he wouldn't have been apologizing if he didnt do anything to apologize for.

"That's okay , I'll talk to you later then hope you two talk it out" Hermione said as she smiled at me and left. I nodded as I pulled out the painting I made with Neville the other time. I wonder if Neville figured out who the people were supposed to be.

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