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She couldn't get any farther away inside from her skin. She couldn't get away.
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Addy and Draco were in Slughorn's classroom for another tutoring session, finding themselves in another typical argument of theirs.
"You don't have to hover around me like my bloody mother!" he was exclaiming furiously, his hands thrown up into the air, "I'm perfectly capable of handling myself."
"Big talk for the bloke that took a dive in Goyle's pants, Ferret Boy." she snapped in reply, kicking his leg from beneath the table, "All I did was ask how far you've gotten with that paragraph!"
"Oh, it's far alright." sneered Draco, "Far up your-"
Suddenly, the sound of a clatter startled the two away from their bicker, causing them to jump.
Addy instinctively grasped her wand tightly in her fingertips, standing so quick from their table that her chair knocked back against the floor. Her eyes swept Slughorn's empty classroom efficiently, discovering that a jar of gillyweed had fallen off its shelf.
Draco's face had transformed momentarily into fear, but he recomposed himself as he cleared his throat and straightened his back.
She left the table as she neared the jar on the floor, narrowing her eyes in the air that hung above. There was a presence there that she couldn't quite place, providing an uneasy feeling in the pit of her stomach.
"It's probably nothing, Pebble." Draco called out from his location, rolling his eyes, "Old Sluggy might've not put the jar on the shelf properly."
Addy sighed as she scanned the area once more, before turning away to rejoin him at the table.
She slumped down into her seat, rubbing the temples of her head as she stared overwhelmingly down.
Headaches were something she had been experiencing recently, and Professor Dumbledore mentioned how her new training of using her power might've been the cause.
"I've finished the paragraph, AIDS." Draco stated, sliding the parchment towards her across the table, "Why do you look like shit?"
"Thanks, Malfoy." Addy grumbled, accepting the writing and skimming her eyes through the words, "If that's your way of asking if I'm okay, then-"
He shrugged, "Who said I cared? But you have been seeming different lately."
She glanced up at him with a crease of her brows, "What do you mean?"
"Well, you aren't insulting me as much as you used to," Draco began uninterestedly, inspecting his fingernails, "And you look as if you're gonna burst into tears."
