Chapter 88

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"So this is your office?" you huff "I can see the effort put into . . . decorating it". Nothing you didn't expect. The two guards wait outside the office doors, instead, you're put in almost invisible chains. You can just see the outline. Amycus leans back in a leather chair, feet crossed on the table, head resting on hands. "I can not believe Snape would give you such a big office"

"Well he did" he spits back "I've accomplished so many things over these few months. Only if I can continue. If that pathetic Severus just let me go" Amycus goes on and on about whatnot.

You roll your eyes and fall back in the uncomfortable chair. Amycus' chair is higher than the visitor's seat. "Are you sure you don't have an inferiority complex?" you ask, thinking. The comment rattles Amycus. "Think about it". "You make others feel insecure, you seek validation, always talk about your accomplishments and you are overly sensitive to criticism" the left side of your lip raises slightly "I can go on but I don't want to waste my breath . . . tiny eyes"

"Listen you mug. I don't have an inferiority complex." Amycus hisses, his legs falling to the floor "Chavs like you need to learn when to shut up. Now zip-it so I can think"

He tries not to take offense.

"You make a big scene 'oh my god is y/n, you better come with me right now and now I sit here doing nothing" you mimic in an exaggerated tone "Pathetic".

Right before Amycus can even lay a finger on me, the doors open with a loud thud. Snape enters with a stern look on his face, his cape flying behind him.

Amycus rises and stands to the side at once.

"What are you doing here?" Snape asks harshly.

"N-nothing. I-I just g-got the girl-"

"-And what are you waiting for?"

All he does is bore into Snape's eyes with a disgusting expression and leave dramatically.

"Doesn't he feel superior" I whisper sarcastically, under my breath.

The Professor stands tall, hands behind his back. Slowly, turning his attention towards me. This can't be good. "Where is the boy?"

"I-I have no idea" I reply, assuming he's talking about Harry. You don't know if you should be surprised that Snape is working for the dark lord. "I haven't seen him at all"

"Lies" Snape hisses as he smacks his hands on the table "Where is the boy?"

You shift in your seat and try to move your hands that are bound together by a spell. "I'm not lying. I don't know where the boy is"

"Have you made contact with him?"

"No-"

"Have you heard-"

"No-"

"What about Granger and We-"

"Nothing" you sigh. It was true, you had not had any form of contact with them whatsoever.

*****

"So you aren't dead after all" Caleb jokes nervously.

"I know right . . ." you collapse into a sofa and close your eyes.

"Did they d-do anything to you?" Caleb whispers. You open your eyes to find Cedric sitting opposite you from a distance.

"They did nothing. Cause what would be the point. They wouldn't get anything useful" you just shake your head and sit cross-legged on the sofa. Hufflepuff by far had the best furniture. Maybe cause no one else bothers to replace Gryffindor's furniture.

"I'm so glad you're okay y/n/n" Cedric smiles weakly. You nod in reply.

"So did Goldstein ever talk to you?"

Cedric's eyes go wide and Caleb's eyebrows furrow. "I'm just saying he was asking about you" you shrug.

"Asking about me? Go on" Caleb urges you. "How does he look. I mean is he-" Cedric then moves his stool closer towards the both of you. Otherwise, how are you going to stay distracted?

"I thought you didn't want anything to do with him" you annoy him. Cedric even groans resting his face at the edge of the sofa. Caleb hits my arm playfully.

"Gosh okay. So I was just sitting in my common room when we came . . ." you been explaining.

Woah I wrote another chapter.

And guess what my Final exams start tmrw and here I am writing Wattpad. I have bio and history first.

Literally prayyy for me.

Not me cramming a whole year's syllabus into today. Any tips?

Okokok I have to study,

Bye 



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