Amara 'Love' Hayes was a Pureblood witch with an obsession for love-hearts.
She would pop the sweets like they were pills, throughout the day and that caused her to have the nickname Love despite her cold-hearted attitude and icy nature because as...
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THE SLEEPING DRAUGHT did help Amara get at least a few more hours of sleep than what she usually got, but it didn't take away the haunting images that plagued her mind each and every night, like double edged swords going in on both sides of her head and drawing blood which seemed to bleed into reality.
Waking up before the sun was up Amara lay in her bed staring at the cold green canopy that hung over her bed to at least offer her some privacy from her dorm mates. A swell of anger ignited in Amara's chest as she thought about her dorm mates they weren't annoying per say — but then again she wouldn't have a clue as she had never really spoken to them other than the odd sentence or to tell them to fuck off in all her five years.
During Second Year they had stopped trying to talk to her all together after they witnessed her having a breakdown after learning about the death of her brother
It was then that Amara truly embraced everything that was said about her
Whether it was a nasty insult scrawled across the inside of the bathroom walls or something actually said by her mother, she took everything to heart and used the words to create something, a persona that kept her safe from the outside world with walls built ten miles high. With concrete walls and an icy exterior it was easy to keep people at a distance. All except a few.
Because as her parents say feelings are weakness, it's better to have people fear you than love you .
For a fleeting second, Amara wonderers whether she should go back to Madam Pomfrey and tell her this but decided against that, Pomfrey was a good healer and she seemed to care for Amara but Amara also knew that her parents didn't believe in healers and when Amara was young the first thing her parents did was teach her basic healing spells so that she wouldn't have to go to Hospital Wing and seek medical attention
Amara was the first one out of the dorms in the morning, her uniform pressed and socks pulled up to her knees, green and silver tie tied neatly around her neck ready for the second day of classes
She couldn't focus yesterday in her classes, her mind racing and even in Charms (her favourite and her best class) which seemed to concern Flitwick but she just brushed him off, saying that she was having a bad day which was true and he ate up every word of what she had said after all Amara Hayes was a good girl who could do no wrong -- it was a real shame that she was not picked to be a prefect
But that was responsibility and if there was one thing that Amara hated that was taking responsibility for something that didn't benefit her. It was a true Slytherin trait, too proud and too stubborn to do things for selfless reasons
"Hey, you missed breakfast this morning" Regulus commented as he fell into step beside Amara, his grey eyes searching her face, and Amara felt her face heat up, he may be two years younger than her but he was very perceptive, sometimes more perceptive than Amara gave him credit for "You sure you alright? You look a bit peekish and very quiet, which is unusual for you, especially during the first week"
"I'm fine Reggie," Amara says, giving the curly-haired boy, a quick smile "It's just O.W.L and mum is putting pressure on me to do well. I'm probably just stressed"
"I know what's that like mum and dad already want me to study hard for my O.W.L's, even though I'm in third year. With what's happening with Sirus, they don't want another disappointment"
"Do you think that Sirus will ever come back?"
"No. He's made his feelings pretty clear, he doesn't want anything to do with us"
"Sucks. Anyway I'll see you after class, I have potions"
The two walked away from each other, the moment of vulnerability snapped between them as they slip back into their roles of being Ice King and Queen of Slytherin and as she was walking down the marble staircase towards the dungeons, she was knocked into it, sending her tripping backwards as she attempts to catch her footing, immediately a small voice starts to apologise
"Oh my God, I'm so--"
"Watch where you're going!"
"I wasn't watching where I--"
"You do have eyes, don't you? Please, tell me or are they just for decoration?"
"I'm sorry"
"Yes, you've already said that or at least tried to, saying sorry more than once doesn't strengthen the apology your giving. It makes it weak, nobody likes a weak person"
"I'm--Have a good day!" The girl scurried off, and Amara scoffed, eyeing the bronze and blue tie around her neck. She hadn't expected the girl to be in the house of the wittiest, considering that she could barely string a sentence together. She should have been in Hufflepuff, where all the weak ones go.
Running a hand through her hair, Amara let out a sigh before continuing to the dudgeons and lining up outside of Professor Slughorn's classroom where a group of Gryfindoor students had already gathered gossiping about who had gotten together and broken up over the summer
Her voice cut over the group, silencing them as a blush rose to their cheeks "Haven't you got anything better to do? Than get involved in things that don't involve you. You are O.W.L you should know better or do I have to teach you what happens to those that stick their noses in places that it doesm't belong"
Luckily for the group of girls Slughorn arrived and let them into the classroom much to the relief of the girls who quickly separated themselves from Amara and made their way to the front of the room while the Slytherin girl makes her way to the back of the class and gets comfortable
