𝖶𝖨𝖢𝖪𝖤𝖣 𝖧𝖠𝖳𝖤 | 𝖥𝖱𝖤𝖣 𝖶𝖤𝖠𝖲𝖫𝖤𝖸

6

END OF THE YEAR

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His eyes were almost piercing me. When he noticed I didn't answer, he reincorporated himself crossing his arms in front of his chest but keeping the same little distance between us.

"What do you want, Weasley?" I finally said, complaining. I really did not want to deal with him at that moment.

"What is going on with you?" he asked coldly.

"What are you talking about? I-"

"Don't even try to tell me nothing's happening, Arambella." Fred interrupted me. "You've been quiet all day, you were looking down the WHOLE time, I don't know what Wood's friend told you but whatever it was I'm sure it wasn't a compliment, and you did not talk back to him...You really want to pretend nothing is happening?"

"Excuse me? That's exactly what I'm telling you and I don't need to pretend anything, Weasley, because NOTHING is happening. And even if it was, it would be none of your business" I answered with bitterness.

"Bullshit." he spat approaching more to me. "Don't try to act innocent with me, Lilith, both of us know you are not exactly the 'good girl' type. Now, tell me what the fuck you are plotting?"

I looked at him with a mix of confusion, tedium and anger.

Suddenly, all the emotions I had been hiding the entire day burnt me deeply in my guts and all the sadness became a pure rage.

I grabbed him by his shirt and turned our positions so now it was him the one who was pinned against the wall. Looking at his shocked eyes, faster than ever I took my wand out of my pocket and pressed it against his neck.

"Listen, Weasley, and listen carefully because I won't tell you twice." I started to mumble in a low and cold voice, putting more press into his neck without changing the inexpression in my face. "I'm not Gryffindor's entertainment, and I ain't plotting shit, if I've been quiet today is because I don't want you to provoke me and end up being charged with murder, are we clear?"

His expression went from pure confusion and shock to a devilish smirk.

"Clear," he said ironically. "Hands off me, now"

Instead of obeying him, I put my wand right below his chin.

"Don't play with me, Weasley. I'm not in the fucking mood."

His smile became bigger.

"What are you gonna do, huh? Curse me? Do better."

I let out a big sigh of anger.

"You're so fucking exhausting!" I shouted, standing away from him and picking my bag to leave the restroom.

"It's good to have you back, Arambella!" I heard him laugh in the distance once I was already out of the place, walking through the corridor.

UGH, DAMN BASTARD.

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The school year was almost over. We had received our marks in the OWLs two days ago. I got Outstanding in Potions, Defence Against the Dark Arts, Transfigurations and Charms, and Exceeds the Expectations in History of Magic, Astronomy, Care of Magical Creatures, Divination and, surprisingly, Herbology.

Liv and I compared our marks and we both were happy with them since her exams were full of Outstandings and Exceeds Expectations as well. We were so happy that not even Gryffindor winning the House Cup again and Ravenclaw's boastfulness could tear our happiness apart.