#its like 11 o'clock at night and I have class in the morning

[littlemochix17]

Chapter 11

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Malfoy was taken aback when he saw that Harry, (Y/n), and Ron were still at Hogwarts the next day, despite looking worn out but nonetheless content. The trio appeared to be exhilarated by their encounter with the three-headed dog and were eager to embark on another adventure. Harry provided Ron and (Y/n) with a detailed account of the package that had been relocated from Gringotts to Hogwarts, and they devoted a significant amount of time to speculate about its contents, given the heavy security measures surrounding it.

"It's either really valuable or really dangerous," said Ron.

"Or both," said Harry.

"I heard Dumbledore was a very powerful wizard maybe that's why they brought it here so he can protect it," said (Y/n) to the boys

But as all they knew for sure about the mysterious object was that it was about two inches long, they didn't have much chance of guessing what it was without further clues. Neither Neville nor Hermione showed the slightest interest in what lay underneath the dog and the trapdoor. All Neville cared about was never going near the dog again.

Hermione was now refusing to speak to Harry and Ron, but she was such a bossy know-it-all that they saw this as an added bonus. (Y/n) was doing her best to avoid Hermione's persistent efforts to drag her away from her friends. While she didn't mind it too much last night, she was starting to feel increasingly annoyed by the brunette's behavior. It seemed like Hermione was always trying to separate her from the group, and (Y/n) was beginning to wonder why.

All they really wanted now was a way of getting back at Malfoy, well it's more of the boys than the girl, she couldn't care less they always discuss it way too really in the morning and she was just sleepy, and to their great delight, just such a thing arrived in the mail about a week later.

As the owls flooded into the Great Hall as usual, everyone's attention was caught at once by a long, thin package carried by six large screech owls. Harry was just as interested as everyone else to see what was in this large parcel and was amazed when the owls soared down and dropped it right in front of him, knocking his bacon to the floor. They had hardly fluttered out of the way when another owl dropped a letter on top of the parcel.

Harry ripped open the letter first, which was lucky because it said:

DO NOT OPEN THE PARCEL AT THE TABLE.

It contains your new Nimbus Two Thousand, but I don't want everybody to know you've got a broomstick or they'll all want one. Oliver Wood will meet you tonight at the Quidditch field at seven o'clock for your first training session. 

Professor M. McGonagall

Harry had difficulty hiding his glee as he handed the note to Ron to read.

"A Nimbus Two Thousand!" Ron moaned enviously. 

"I've never even touched one."

"Oh trust me I am more than thankful that I didn't touch one either" (Y/n) trembled at the mere idea of soaring through the air on a slender broomstick, far above the safety of solid ground.

They left the hall quickly, wanting to unwrap the broomstick in private before their first class, but halfway across the entrance hall, they found the way upstairs barred by Crabbe and Goyle. Malfoy seized the package from Harry and felt it.

"That's a broomstick," he said, throwing it back to Harry with a mixture of jealousy and spite on his face.

"Oh wow we really wouldn't have known if it wasn't for your nosey self middling in our business" (Y/n) let out a deep sigh and rolled her eyes in frustration at the blonde standing in front of her. She was feeling particularly drained today and had no tolerance for his nonsensical behavior.

 "You'll be in for it this time, Potter, first years aren't allowed them." The boy paid no attention to her and continued to sneer at Harry, his eyes narrowed with contempt and his lips curled into a disdainful sneer.

Ron couldn't resist it.

"It's not any old broomstick," he said, 

"it's a Nimbus Two Thousand. What did you say you've got at home, Malfoy, a Comet Two Sixty?" Ron grinned at Harry. 

"Comets look flashy, but they're not in the same league as the Nimbus."

"What would you know about it, Weasley, you couldn't afford half the handle," Malfoy snapped back. 

"I suppose you and your brothers have to save up twig by twig."

Before Ron could answer, Professor Flitwick appeared at Malfoy's elbow.

"Not arguing, I hope, boys and girl?" he squeaked.

"Potters have been sent a broomstick, Professor," said Malfoy quickly.

"Yes, yes, that's right," said Professor Flitwick, beaming at Harry.

"Professor McGonagall told me all about the special circumstances, Potter. And what model is it?"

"A Nimbus Two Thousand, sir," said Harry, fighting not to laugh at the look of horror on Malfoy's face. 

"And it's really thanks to Malfoy here that I've got it," he added.

As Harry, (Y/n), and Ron ascended the staircase, they couldn't help but suppress their laughter at the sight of Malfoy's intense fury and bewilderment. The air was thick with tension, but the trio couldn't help feeling a sense of satisfaction as they left their rival behind.

"Well, it's true," Harry chortled as they reached the top of the marble staircase,

 "If he hadn't stolen Neville's Remembrall I wouldn't be on the team..."

"So I suppose you think that's a reward for breaking rules?" came an angry voice from just behind them. Hermione was stomping up the stairs, looking disapprovingly at the package in Harry's hand.

"I thought you weren't speaking to us?" said Harry.

"Yes, don't stop now," said Ron, "it's doing us so much good."

With an air of superiority, Hermione turned and made her way down the hall, her nose held high. As she walked away, she reached out and grabbed the hand of the girl with (H/c) hair, pulling her along with her. The girl stumbled after Hermione, clearly struggling to keep up with her brisk pace.

"Honestly (Y/n) you would only get in trouble if you keep joining these two boys" As the (E/c) eyed girl gave them an apologetic look, they realized that it was the last thing they would hear from her before the other girl dragged her away through the halls. The scene left an indelible impression on their mind, as they wondered what was happening and why the girl was being taken away so suddenly.

Harry had a lot of trouble keeping his mind on his lessons that day. It kept wandering up to the dormitory where his new broomstick was lying under his bed, or straying off to the Quidditch field where he'd be learning to play that night. He bolted his dinner that evening without noticing what he was eating and then rushed upstairs with Ron to unwrap the Nimbus Two Thousand at last.

They were eager to unwrap the broom together, but they couldn't wait for (Y/n) to join them. Hermione, in particular, had been keeping the girl occupied all day, persuading her to stay with her instead. She argued that it would be safer for her to stay away from the boys and their potentially reckless activities, as it could result in their house losing valuable points. Despite this, the others were too impatient to wait any longer and decided to open the package without (Y/n).

"Wow," Ron sighed, as the broomstick rolled onto Harry's bedspread. Even Harry, who knew nothing about the different brooms, thought it looked wonderful. Sleek and shiny, with a mahogany handle, it had a long tail of neat, straight twigs and Nimbus Two Thousand written in gold near the top.

As seven o'clock drew nearer, Harry left the castle and set off in the dusk toward the Quidditch field. He'd never been inside the stadium before. Hundreds of seats were raised in stands around the field so that the spectators were high enough to see what was going on. At either end of the field were three golden poles with hoops on the end. They reminded Harry of the little plastic sticks Muggle children blew bubbles through, except that they were fifty feet high.

Too eager to fly again to wait for Wood, Harry mounted his broomstick and kicked off from the ground. What a feeling he swooped in and out of the goalposts and then sped up and down the field. The Nimbus Two Thousand turned wherever he wanted at his lightest touch.

"Hey, Potter, come down!"

Oliver Wood had arrived. He was carrying a large wooden crate under his arm. Harry landed next to him.

"Very nice," said Wood, his eyes glinting. "I see what McGonagall meant ... you really are a natural. I'm just going to teach you the rules this evening, then you'll be joining team practice three times a week."

He opened the crate. Inside were four different-sized balls.

"Right," said Wood.

 "Now, Quidditch is easy enough to understand, even if it's not too easy to play. There are seven players on each side. Three of them are called Chasers."

"Three Chasers," Harry repeated, as Wood took out a bright red ball about the size of a soccer ball.

"This ball's called the Quaffle," said Wood.

 "The Chasers throw the Quaffle to each other and try and get it through one of the hoops to score a goal. Ten points every time the Quaffle goes through one of the hoops. Follow me?"

"The Chasers throw the Quaffle and put it through the hoops to score," Harry recited. 

"So that's sort of like basketball on broomsticks with six hoops, isn't it?"

"What's basketball?" said Wood curiously.

"Never mind," said Harry quickly.

"Now, there's another player on each side who's called the Keeper. I'm Keeper for Gryffindor. I have to fly around our hoops and stop the other team from scoring."

"Three Chasers, one Keeper," said Harry, who was determined to remember it all. 

"And they play with the Quaffle. Okay, got that. So what are they for?"

 He pointed at the three balls left inside the box.

"I'll show you now," said Wood. 

"Take this."

He handed Harry a small club, a bit like a short baseball bat.

"I'm going to show you what the Bludgers do," Wood said.

"These two are the Bludgers."

He showed Harry two identical balls, jet black and slightly smaller than the red Quaffle. Harry noticed that they seemed to be straining to escape the straps holding them inside the box.

"Stand back," Wood warned Harry. He bent down and freed one of the Bludgers.

At once, the black ball rose high in the air and then pelted straight at Harry's face. Harry swung at it with the bat to stop it from breaking his nose and sent it zigzagging away into the air it zoomed around their heads and then shot at Wood, who dived on top of it and managed to pin it to the ground.

"See?" Wood panted, forcing the struggling Bludger back into the crate and strapping it down safely. 

"The Bludgers rocket around, trying to knock players off their brooms. That's why you have two Beaters on each team, the Weasley twins are ours, it's their job to protect their side from the Bludgers and try and knock them toward the other team. So think you've got all that?"

"Three Chasers try and score with the Quaffle; the Keeper guards the goalposts; the Beaters keep the Bludgers away from their team," Harry reeled off.

"Very good," said Wood.

"Er- have the Bludgers ever killed anyone?" Harry asked, hoping

he sounded offhand.

"Never at Hogwarts. We've had a couple of broken jaws but nothing worse than that. Now, the last member of the team is the Seeker. That's you. And you don't have to worry about the Quaffle or the Bludgers-"

"-unless they crack my head open."

"Don't worry, the Weasleys are more than a match for the Bludgers I mean, they're like a pair of human Bludgers themselves."

Wood reached into the crate and took out the fourth and last ball. Compared with the Quaffle and the Bludgers, it was tiny, about the size of a large walnut. It was bright gold and had little fluttering silver wings.

"This," said Wood, 

"is the Golden Snitch, and it's the most important ball of the lot. It's very hard to catch because it's so fast and difficult to see. It's the Seeker's job to catch it. You've got to weave in and out of the Chasers, Beaters, Bludgers, and Quaffle to get it before the other team's Seeker, because whichever Seeker catches the Snitch wins his team an extra hundred and fifty points, so they nearly always win. That's why Seekers get fouled so much. A game of Quidditch only ends when the Snitch is caught, so it can go on for ages  I think the record is three months, they had to keep bringing on substitutes so the players could get some sleep."

"Well, that's it any questions?"

Harry shook his head. He understood what he had to do all right, it was doing it that was going to be the problem.

"We won't practice with the Snitch yet," said Wood, carefully shutting it back inside the crate, "it's too dark, we might lose it. Let's try you out with a few of these."

He pulled a bag of ordinary golf balls out of his pocket and a few minutes later, he and Harry were up in the air, Wood throwing the golf balls as hard as he could in every direction for Harry to catch. Harry didn't miss a single one, and Wood was delighted. After half an hour, night had really fallen and they couldn't carry on.

"That Quidditch Cup'll have our name on it this year," said Wood happily as they trudged back up to the castle.

"I wouldn't be surprised if you turn out better than Charlie Weasley, and he could have played for England if he hadn't gone off chasing dragons."

Perhaps it was because he was now so busy, what with Quidditch practice three evenings a week on top of all his homework, but Harry could hardly believe it when he realized that he'd already been at Hogwarts for two months. The castle felt more like home than Privet Drive ever had. His lessons, too, were becoming more and more interesting now that they had mastered the basics.

As the classes came to an end, Y/n was relieved to have escaped Hermione's clutches. She was eager to catch up with Harry and wish him luck for his first Quidditch practice with Wood. However, she noticed that it was already too late for that, and she found herself standing by the black lake. Cedric had instructed her to meet him there, but she was surprised to find him engaged in conversation with a boy with striking greenish-grey eyes. Y/n couldn't help but wonder what they were discussing.

"Hey Ced, Regulus" As she approached, a warm smile graced her face and she cheerfully greeted the two older boys, who seemed pleased to see her.

"(Y/n)! You made it" Cedric approached the young girl with a warm smile, his steps light and gentle. As he drew closer, she turned to face him, and he opened his arms wide to envelop her in a warm embrace. She hugged him back tightly, and a sense of comfort and safety washed over her.

"Of course, I am sorry I didn't write to you one of my dorm mates wouldn't leave me alone for one second," As she spoke, she let out a deep sigh and rolled her eyes, causing the other two  to respond with a small chuckle.

"Sounds like you have a fan," Regulus observed the girl in front of him, noticing the way she had just scoffed - a mixture of irritation and disbelief etched on her face.

"What fan dragges you anywhere and everywhere she goes just so she makes sure you won't lose more points for your own house" The girl's remark caught Cedric's attention, and he couldn't help but burst into laughter. However, the expression on the girl's face showed her annoyance, as if she hadn't intended to be funny.

"Maybe she just doesn't want you to get in trouble," The brunette said.

"Well she does half a special way in showing it" Regulus snickers

"Oh shut up when did you get sorted anyway? I thought all first years got sorted at the start of the year" Asked the younger girl before sitting in the empty space beside him on the ground Cedric followed her sitting at her other side

"My sorting was...  well...  different I got sorted into Slytherin privately before first years in Professor Dumbledore's office," he said rubbing the back of his neck

"Why?" Cedric's voice peeped into their conversation also curious to know

"My Aunt Genevieve asked for my sorting to be private I don't know why thought she didn't do that when I was at Beauxbatons" As the boy sat said to his friends, he took a moment to reminisce about his time at Beauxbatons. Despite not having many friends, he cherished the memories of his stay in France. He couldn't help but feel a tinge of sadness as he thought of someone special whom he missed dearly. This feeling brought to mind the sorting ceremony at Beauxbatons, which he found quite intriguing. In fact, he felt that the sorting process at Beauxbatons was much more fascinating than the one at Hogwarts.

As Madam Maxime calls his name, he walks across the stage and stops in front of a small table. With a mix of excitement and nervousness, he notices a shimmering silver bow and arrow placed on the table. His hands tremble as he picks them up and holds them in front of him. He pulls the string back to his cheek and takes a deep breath before releasing it from his sweaty fingers. With a sense of wonder, he watches as the silver arrow glides effortlessly across the room, leaving a trail of white sparks in its wake. It's a moment of pure magic, as the room comes alive with energy and anticipation. The arrow bursts into blue sparks just before hitting the wall, signaling that he has been placed in OmbreLune.

The young boy's face lit up with amusement as he reminisced about the past event. He let out a hearty chuckle, clearly enjoying the memory. He expressed his opinion that the sorting ceremony at Hogwarts lacked excitement in comparison to the one at Beauxbatons, hinting at the possibility of a more enchanting and captivating experience.

Ombrelune is well known for cunning, logic, ambition, and curiosity. The house colour is grey and the house is symbolized by a sinister-looking moon. The members of this house are very often those that prescribe to the concept of "the end justifies the means", as they can be manipulative and cunning. They are very cool and calculating students who are very adverse to irrationality and prize people for making well-thought-out and logical decisions. Most Ombrelune students are cold and rarely display emotion openly unless they see some direct gain in doing so. They are in the most ambitious of the Beauxbatons houses. They are very smart, logical, and structured. They are very curious and interested in the world and the intricate way it works. Ombrelune students often strive for power and perfection more than anything else. Cunning, logic, ambition, and curiosity. These are all traits that members of OmbreLune possess. They are very smart and aim for perfection.

House colours: Grey, blue House symbol: Moon

"So what was your house when you were at Beauxbatons?" Asked the girl

"I was in OmbreLune which is like being in Slytherin and Ravenclaw at the same time" (Y/n) nodded at his answer

"Well I got to go I have Quidditch practice tomorrow morning" Regulus stated

"You're on the Quidditch team?" Asked Cedric

"Yeah they needed a seeker and I passed tryouts" smirked the second-year boy

"Be ready Diggory because next Hufflepuff vs Slytherin match I am gonna kick your arse"

"Haha as if you can" Cedric rolled his eyes making (Y/n) giggle softly at the two boys before Regulus bedded his goodbyes and left

Cedric turned to (Y/n) smiling brightly

"So? How's Hogwarts so far" he asked

"Perfect" she replied smiling up at the brunette

On Halloween morning they woke to the delicious smell of baking pumpkin wafting through the corridors. Even better, Professor Flitwick announced in Charms that he thought they were ready to start making objects fly, something they had all been dying to try since they'd seen him make Neville's toad zoom around the classroom.

As the class began, Professor Flitwick assigned pairs to practice. Harry found himself partnered with Seamus Finnigan, a fellow Gryffindor, much to his relief. Neville, who had been trying to get Harry's attention, was instead paired with (Y/n). Despite this, Harry was still pleased to be with Seamus, as they had gotten along well. Ron, on the other hand, was paired with Hermione Granger, and neither of them seemed happy about it. The tension was palpable between them, as Hermione had not spoken to either of them since the day Harry's broomstick had arrived.

"Now, don't forget that nice wrist movement we've been practicing!" squeaked Professor Flitwick, perched on top of his pile of books as usual.

"Swish and flick, remember, swish and flick. And saying the magic words properly is very important, too never forget Wizard Baruffio, who said 's' instead of 'f ' and found himself on the floor with a buffalo on his chest."

Harry found the spell to be incredibly challenging, which made him question the effectiveness of the professor's teaching methods. However, (Y/n) was able to teach the group a more advanced spell with ease, leaving Harry impressed. (Y/n) was actively encouraging Neville to give it a go, while Ron, sitting at the table next to them, seemed to be struggling with the spell.

"Wingardium Leviosa!" he shouted, waving his long arms like a windmill.

"No, stop stop you're going to take someone's eye out" Snapped Hermione

"Besides you're saying it wrong, It's Levi-o-sa, not Levi-o-sar."

"You do it, then, if you're so clever," Ron snarled.

"Go on, go on"

Hermione rolled up the sleeves of her gown, flicked her wand, and said, "Wingardium Leviosa!"

Their feather rose off the desk and hovered about four feet above their heads.

"Oh, well done!" cried Professor Flitwick, clapping.

"Everyone see here, Miss Granger's done it!"

Ron was in a very bad mood by the end of the class.

Harry and Seamus swished and flicked, but the feather they were supposed to be sending skyward just lay on the desktop.

"Wingardium leviosa!"

Seamus got so impatient that he prodded it with his wand and set fire to it Harry had to put it out with his hat.

"I think we're gonna need another feather over here Professor," Harry said

"It's Levi-o-sa, not Levi-o-sar! no wonder no one can stand her," he said to Harry and (Y/n) as they pushed their way into the crowded corridor,

"And why does she always drag (Y/n)? it's starting to get annoying she's a nightmare, honestly."

As Harry was silent while (Y/n) just shrugged, lost in his thoughts, suddenly he felt a sudden jolt on his shoulder. He turned to see who it was and saw Hermione rushing past him, her eyes red and puffy, tears streaming down her face. Harry's heart sank as saw her

"I think she heard you."

"So?" said Ron, but he looked a bit uncomfortable.

"She must've noticed she's got no friends."

"Ron!"

"What don't tell me you're starting to feel bad for her" he raised an eyebrow at the girl

"I mean she is annoying but still you shouldn't have said that" The girl squinted her eyes, fixing her gaze on the redhead with a disapproving expression. The redhead, in response, rolled his eyes, as if he was familiar with such a reaction from her.

"Whatever let's go"  

Hermione didn't turn up for the next class and wasn't seen all afternoon.

As Harry, (Y/n), and Ron made their way down the dimly lit corridor towards the Great Hall for the highly anticipated Halloween feast, they were startled by the sound of Parvati Patil's voice. They paused, curious to hear what she was saying. They overheard Parvati telling her friend Lavender that Hermione was crying in the girls' bathroom and that she wanted to be left alone. Ron looked particularly uncomfortable at this news, and (Y/n) noticed it immediately. She glared at him, wondering if he might have had something to do with Hermione's distress. However, the moment they entered the Great Hall, they were immediately distracted by the stunning decorations. The ceiling was enchanted to look like a starry night sky, and there were pumpkins and candles placed on every table. They were all so mesmerized by the decorations that they forgot about Hermione for a while.

The great hall was filled with a thousand fluttering bats which were hanging from the walls and ceiling. Another thousand of them were swooping over the tables in low black clouds, causing the candles in the pumpkins to flicker. Suddenly, the feast appeared on the golden plates, just like it did during the start-of-term banquet. 

As Harry was serving himself a baked potato, Professor Quirrell entered the hall in a state of panic. His turban was askew, and his face was filled with terror. All eyes were on him as he ran towards Professor Dumbledore's chair. He slumped against the table, gasping for air, leaving everyone in the hall bewildered and anxious. "Troll! In the dungeons! thought you ought to know."

He then sank to the floor in a dead faint. There was an uproar. It took several purple firecrackers exploding from the end of Professor Dumbledore's wand to bring silence.

"Prefects," he rumbled, "lead your Houses back to the dormitories immediately!"

Percy was in his element. "Follow me! Stick together, first years! No need to fear the troll if you follow my orders! Stay close behind me, now. Make way, first years coming through! Excuse me, I'm a prefect!"

"How could a troll get in?" Harry asked as they climbed the stairs.

"Don't ask me, they're supposed to be really stupid," said Ron.

"Maybe Peeves let it in for a Halloween joke."

"I don't really think peeves would do something that could harm students physically," said (Y/n)

They passed different groups of people hurrying in different directions. As they jostled their way through a crowd of confused Hufflepuffs, Harry suddenly grabbed Ron's arm and (Y/n)'s hand

"I've just thought Hermione."

"What about her?"

"She is at the girls' bathroom alone you idiot," said (Y/n)

Ron bit his lip.

"Oh, all right," he snapped. "But Percy'd better not see us."

Ducking down, they joined the Hufflepuffs going the other way, slipped down a deserted side corridor, and hurried off toward the girls' bathroom. They had just turned the corner when they heard quick footsteps behind them.

"Percy!" hissed Ron, him and (Y/n) pulling Harry behind a large stone griffin. Peering around it, however, they saw not Percy but Snape. He crossed the corridor and disappeared from view.

"What's he doing?" Harry whispered.

"Something is not right"

"Why isn't he down in the dungeons with the rest of the teachers?"

"Search me."

Quietly as possible, they crept along the next corridor after Snape's fading footsteps.

"He's heading for the third floor," Harry said, but Ron held up his hand.

"Can you smell something?"

Harry and (Y/n) sniffed and caught a whiff of a foul stench, a combination of old socks and an unclean public toilet. Suddenly, they heard a low grunting sound and the shuffling of giant feet. Ron pointed to the end of a passage on the left, and they saw something huge moving towards them. They quickly hid in the shadows and watched as it emerged into a patch of moonlight. What they saw was a terrifying sight. The creature was twelve feet tall and had dull, granite-grey skin. Its body was like a boulder, with a small bald head perched on top like a coconut. It had short legs that were as thick as tree trunks, with flat and dry feet. The smell emanating from it was overpowering. The creature held a huge wooden club, which dragged along the floor because its arms were so long. The troll stopped next to a doorway, peered inside, waggled its long ears, made up its tiny mind, and then slouched slowly into the room.

"The key's in the lock," Harry muttered.

"We could lock it in."

"Good idea," said Ron nervously.

"Yeah but we have to be careful" 

As they inched closer to the open doorway, their hearts pounding with trepidation, the group prayed that the troll was not lurking behind it. Suddenly, Harry summoned all his courage and made a daring leap, snatching the key from its perch just in time. With a swift motion, he slammed the door shut and locked it, feeling a momentary sense of relief wash over him.

"Yes!"

Flushed with the excitement of their hard-won victory, they eagerly ran back up the dimly lit passage, elated and filled with a sense of triumph. However, as they neared the sharp bend in the corridor, their sense of jubilation was abruptly silenced by a piercing and petrifying scream that echoed through the stone walls. The scream was coming from the chamber they had just chained up, and it was so high-pitched and stricken with terror that it gripped their hearts in a vice-like hold, making them freeze in their tracks.

"Oh, no," said Ron, pale as the Bloody Baron.

"It's the girls' bathroom!" Harry gasped.

"Shit" (Y/n) cursed under her breath 

"Hermione!" they said together.

As much as they dreaded the idea, they knew they had to act fast. They spun around and dashed towards the door, hearts pounding with fear and adrenaline. The key trembled in Harry's hand as he tried to unlock the door, his fingers fumbling with anxiety. Finally, his determination paid off and the door creaked open, allowing them to dart inside.

Inside the restroom, Hermione Granger was cowering against the far wall, her face contorted with terror and eyes wide with fright. The troll was stomping closer and closer, its massive frame shaking the walls and shattering the porcelain sinks like they were mere toys.

"Confuse it!" With desperation in his voice, Harry implored Ron for help, his eyes locked on the massive, lumbering troll that stood before them. In a sudden move, he seized a nearby tap and hurled it against the wall with all the strength he could muster. The troll paused and turned its head, its beady eyes scanning the area for the source of the noise. It spotted Harry and hesitated for a moment, before raising its club and advancing towards him.

Meanwhile, (Y/n) quickly assessed the situation and rushed over to Hermione, pulling her away from the troll as far as possible. The troll, its attention now fixed on Harry, seemed to have forgotten about the two girls for the time being.

"Oy, pea-brain!" yelled Ron from the other side of the chamber, and he threw a metal pipe at it. The troll didn't even seem to notice the pipe hitting its shoulder, but it heard the yell and paused again, turning its ugly snout toward Ron instead, giving Harry time to run around it.

"Come on, run, run!" In a moment of chaos, Harry was frantically yelling at Hermione and (Y/n) to move towards the door. But Hermione was unable to move and was still flat against the wall, her mouth wide open with terror. (Y/n) was trying to snap her out of it, but the shouting and echoes seemed to be driving the troll berserk. It roared again and started towards Ron, who was nearest and had no way to escape.

In a desperate attempt to save his friend, Harry took a great running jump and managed to fasten his arms around the troll's neck from behind. Despite the troll's massive size, Harry clung on for dear life and managed to insert his wand up one of the troll's nostrils, causing it to howl in pain and confusion.

The troll twisted and flailed its club, trying to get rid of Harry, who was still clinging on tightly. Hermione had sunk to the floor, unable to move, while (Y/n) screamed Harry's name, trying to think of anything she could do to help her friend. Ron, who was also terrified, pulled out his own wand and cried out the first spell that came to his mind, hoping it would be enough to save Harry: 

"Wingardium Leviosa!"

The club flew suddenly out of the troll's hand, and rose high, high up into the air, turned slowly over and dropped, with a sickening crack, onto its owner's head. The troll swayed on the spot and then fell flat on its face, with a thud that made the whole room tremble.

Harry got up from the ground, his body trembling with fear and exhaustion. Ron stood still, his wand still raised, staring at the troll he had just defeated. Meanwhile, (Y/n) pulled Hermione towards the two boys, hugging them all tightly out of relief. She muttered about how reckless it was of Harry to jump at the troll, causing Ron to grin and Harry to chuckle slightly. Harry hugged her back tightly to reassure her that he was unharmed. Hermione looked at her three friends with sadness and sighed, thinking that Ron was right. If only she wasn't so annoying, maybe the three of them would have befriended her already. She tried not to dwell on it and spoke up to catch their attention, wanting to move on from the tense situation they had just been in.

"Is it dead?"

"I hope so I don't want to have another troll fight right now" grimaced (Y/n) 

"I don't think so," said Harry,

"I think it's just been knocked out."

He bent down and pulled his wand out of the troll's nose. It was covered in what looked like lumpy grey glue.

"Urgh- troll boogers."

He wiped it on the troll's trousers.

A sudden slamming and loud footsteps made the four of them look up. They hadn't realized what a racket they had been making, but of course, someone downstairs must have heard the crashes and the troll's roars. A moment later, Professor McGonagall came bursting into the room, closely followed by Snape, with Quirrell bringing up the rear. Quirrell took one look at the troll, let out a faint whimper, and sat quickly down on a toilet, clutching his heart.

Snape bent over the troll. Professor McGonagall was looking at Ron and Harry. Harry had never seen her look so angry. Her lips were white. Hopes of winning fifty points for Gryffindor faded quickly from Harry's mind.

"What on earth were you thinking of?" said Professor McGonagall, with cold fury in her voice. Harry looked at Ron, who was still standing with his wand in the air.

"You're lucky you weren't killed. Why aren't you in your dormitory?"

Snape gave Harry a swift, piercing look. Harry looked at the floor. He wished Ron would put his wand down while (Y/n) just closed her eyes hissing as she knows that they're doomed that's for sure.

Then a small voice came out of the shadows.

"Please, Professor McGonagall they were looking for me."

"Miss Granger!"

Hermione had managed to get to her feet at last.

"I went looking for the troll because I-I thought I could deal with it on my own- you know because I've read all about them."

(Y/n)'s jaw dropped as well as Ron's wand. Hermione Granger, telling a downright lie to a teacher?

"If they hadn't found me, I'd be dead now. Harry stuck his wand up its nose and Ron knocked it out with its own club while (Y/n) had pulled me away from it before it attacked me. They didn't have time to come and fetch anyone. It was about to finish me off when they arrived."

Harry, (Y/n) and Ron tried to look as though this story wasn't new to them.

"Well in that case..." said Professor McGonagall, staring at the three of them,

"Miss Granger, you foolish girl, how could you think of tackling a mountain troll on your own?"

Hermione hung her head. Harry was speechless. Hermione was the last person to do anything against the rules, and here she was, pretending she had, to get them out of trouble. It was as if Snape had started handing out sweets.

"Miss Granger, five points will be taken from Gryffindor for this," said Professor McGonagall.

"I'm very disappointed in you." Professor McGonagall turned to Harry, (Y/n) and Ron.

"Well, I still say you were lucky, but not many first years could have taken on a full-grown mountain troll. You each win Gryffindor five points. Professor Dumbledore will be informed of this. You may go."

They hurried out of the chamber and didn't speak at all until they had climbed two floors up. It was a relief to be away from the smell of the troll, quite apart from anything else.

"We should have gotten more than fifteen points," Ron grumbled.

"Ten, you mean, once she's taken off Hermione's."

"Good of her to get us out of trouble like that," Ron admitted looking at Hermione.

"Mind you, we did save her." That made (Y/n) elbow him and glare in his direction

"She might not have needed saving if we hadn't locked the thing in with her," Harry reminded him, and the (H/c) head girl nodded.

"And if you hadn't insulted her," the (H/c) head girl said crossing her arms at him

"What are friends for yeah?" He said smiling at the other girl who smiled as well

They had reached the portrait of the Fat Lady.

"Pig snout," they said and entered.

The common room was abuzz with activity, filled with students chatting, laughing, and enjoying the feast that had been delivered. In the midst of the crowd stood Hermione, feeling out of place and somewhat embarrassed. As she looked around, she saw the others eyeing her curiously, unsure of what to say. Then, in a sudden burst of relief, they all mumbled a quick "Thanks" and hurried off to grab their plates. Despite the awkwardness of the moment, Hermione was grateful to have been acknowledged. It was then that she realized that she had made new friends. For her, it was a turning point - a moment when she felt like she had finally found her place at Hogwarts. And as she reflected on the events of that day, she knew that there was something special about the bond that they had formed. It was a connection that went beyond words, something that could only be forged through shared experiences. And defeating a twelve-foot mountain troll was definitely one of them.

As they entered November, the weather turned very cold. The mountains around the school became icy grey and the lake was like chilled steel. Every morning the ground was covered in frost. Hagrid could be seen from the upstairs windows defrosting broomsticks on the Quidditch field, bundled up in a long moleskin overcoat, rabbit fur gloves, and enormous beaverskin boots.

The Quidditch season had begun. On Saturday, Harry would be playing in his first match after weeks of training: Gryffindor versus Slytherin. If Gryffindor won, they would move up into second place in the House Championship.

Hardly anyone had seen Harry play because Wood had decided that, as their secret weapon, Harry should be kept, well, secret. But the news that he was playing Seeker had leaked out somehow, and Harry didn't know which was worse people telling him he'd be brilliant or people telling him they'd be running around underneath him holding a mattress. It was really lucky that Harry now had Hermione as a friend. He didn't know how he'd have gotten through all his homework without her and (Y/n), what with all the last-minute Quidditch practice Wood was making them do. Hermione had also lent him Quidditch Through the Ages, which turned out to be a very interesting read.

Harry learned that there were seven hundred ways of committing a Quidditch foul and that all of them had happened during a World Cup match in 1473; that Seekers were usually the smallest and fastest players, and that most serious Quidditch accidents seemed to happen to them; that although people rarely died playing Quidditch, referees had been known to vanish and turn up months later in the Sahara Desert.

Hermione had become a bit more relaxed about breaking the rules since Harry and Ron had saved her from the mountain troll, and she was much nicer for it she also apologized to the three for always trying to separate (Y/n) from the other two. The day before Harry's first Quidditch match the four of them were out in the freezing courtyard during break, and she had conjured them up a bright blue fire that could be carried around in a jam jar. They were standing with their backs to it, getting warm, when Snape crossed the yard. Harry noticed at once that Snape was limping. Harry, (Y/n), Ron, and Hermione moved closer together to block the fire from view; they were sure it wouldn't be allowed. Unfortunately, something about their guilty faces caught Snape's eye. He limped over. He hadn't seen the fire, but he seemed to be looking for a reason to tell them off anyway.

"What's that you've got there, Potter?"

It was Quidditch Through the Ages. Harry showed him.

"Library books are not to be taken outside the school," said Snape.

"Give it to me. Five points from Gryffindor."

"He's just made that rule up," Harry muttered angrily as Snape limped away.

"Someone got his knickers in a twist" 

"Wonder what's wrong with his leg?"

"Dunno, but I hope it's really hurting him," said Ron bitterly.

The Gryffindor common room was very noisy that evening. Harry, Ron, and Hermione sat together next to a window. Hermione was checking Harry and Ron's Charms homework for them. She would never let them copy ("How will you learn?"), but by asking her to read it through, they got the right answers anyway while (Y/n) told them she was going to feed her owl (and NItor) and be right back.

Harry felt restless. He wanted Quidditch Through the Ages back, to take his mind off his nerves about tomorrow. Why should he be afraid of Snape? Getting up, he told Ron and Hermione he was going to ask Snape if he could have it just as the (H/c) girl got down from her dorm.

"Better you than me," they said together, but Harry had an idea that Snape wouldn't refuse if other teachers were listening.

"Where are you going?" asked the girl 

"I am going to Snap to return the book," said Harry 

"Do you want me to come with you?" (Y/n) offered to accompany Harry, and as he looked at her, a smile spread across his face. He felt a warm flutter in his chest as he appreciated the care she showed for him. Even though he now had Ron and Hermione by his side, there was something special about (Y/n)'s support. Perhaps it was the fact that they had known each other for years before they were both accepted into Hogwarts. Whatever the reason, Harry was grateful for her.

Despite her offer, Harry declined, assuring her that he would be okay on his own. As he spoke, he couldn't help but feel a twinge of guilt at turning down her kind offer. Nevertheless, he knew that he had to handle Snape alone. He promised her that he would return soon, and with that, he set off, his thoughts lingering on (Y/n) and the bond they shared.

He made his way down to the staffroom and knocked. There was no answer. He knocked again. Nothing. Perhaps Snape had left the book in there? It was worth a try. He pushed the door ajar and peered inside and a horrible scene met his eyes.

Snape and Filch were inside, alone. Snape was holding his robes above his knees. One of his legs was bloody and mangled. Filch was handing Snape bandages.

"Blasted thing," Snape was saying.

"How are you supposed to keep your eyes on all three heads at once?"

Harry tried to shut the door quietly, but -

"POTTER!"

Snape's face was twisted with fury as he dropped his robes quickly to hide his leg. Harry gulped.

"I just wondered if I could have my book back."

"GET OUT! OUT!"

Harry left before Snape could take any more points from Gryffindor. He sprinted back upstairs.

"Did you get it?" Ron asked as Harry joined them. "What's the matter?"

In a low whisper, Harry told them what he'd seen.

"You know what this means?" he finished breathlessly.

"He tried to get past that three-headed dog at Halloween! That's where he was going when we saw him he's after whatever it's guarding! And I'd bet my broomstick he let that troll in, to make a diversion!"

Hermione's eyes were wide.

"No he wouldn't," she said. "I know he's not very nice, but he wouldn't try and steal something Dumbledore was keeping safe."

"Honestly, Hermione, you think all teachers are saints or something," snapped Ron.

"I'm with Harry. I wouldn't put anything past Snape. But what's he after? What's that dog guarding?"

"I agree too it seems quite weird that Snap got injured while coming back from the third fooler," said (Y/n) 

"Maybe he did try to get past the dog when we were trying to fight that troll"

Harry went to bed with his head buzzing with the same question. Neville was snoring loudly, but Harry couldn't sleep. He tried to empty his mind he needed to sleep, he had to, he had his first Quidditch match in a few hours but the expression on Snape's face when Harry had seen his leg wasn't easy to forget.

The next morning dawned very bright and cold. The Great Hall was full of the delicious smell of fried sausages and the cheerful chatter of everyone looking forward to a good Quidditch match.

"You've got to eat some breakfast."

"I don't want anything."

"Just a bit of toast," wheedled Hermione.

"I'm not hungry."

Harry felt terrible. In an hour he'd be walking onto the field.

"Harry, you need your strength," said Seamus Finnigan.

"Seekers are always the ones who get clobbered by the other team."

"Thanks, Seamus," Harry watched Seamus pile heaps of ketchup on his sausages, his stomach churning with unease. He wasn't feeling particularly hungry, but he knew he needed to eat something before the match today. Suddenly, he felt a warm hand on his own, and he turned to see (Y/n) sitting beside him. Her friendly smile put him at ease, and he felt a sense of comfort he hadn't felt since he woke up and remembered his first match was today.

Before he could say anything, (Y/n) placed a plate of his favorite Treacle Tart in front of him, the sweet aroma wafting up to meet his nose. 

"If you don't feel like eating breakfast, you can have this. I know it's not breakfast, but it'll give you some energy for the match today. Plus, I know you can't refuse a treacle tart," she chuckled softly.

Harry couldn't help but smile at her thoughtfulness, taking the plate gratefully. As he took a bite, he felt a wave of warmth spread through him, and he felt more relaxed than he had in days. Ron, Hermione, and Seamus watched in surprise as Harry's demeanor shifted, his shoulders relaxing and his face softening.

It was a small gesture, but it meant the world to Harry. He felt grateful to have such caring friends, and he knew that, no matter what happened today, he had people he could count on.

By eleven o'clock the whole school seemed to be out in the stands around the Quidditch pitch. Many students had binoculars. The seats might be raised high in the air, but it was still difficult to see what was going on sometimes.

Ron, (Y/n) and Hermione joined Neville, Seamus, and Dean in the West Ham fan up in the top row. As a surprise for Harry, they had painted a large banner on one of the sheets Scabbers had ruined. It said Potter for President, and Dean and (Y/n), who were good at drawing, had done a large Gryffindor lion underneath. Then Hermione performed a tricky little charm so that the paint flashed different colours.

Meanwhile, in the locker room, Harry and the rest of the team were changing into their scarlet Quidditch robes

Wood cleared his throat for silence.

"Okay, men," he said.

"And women," said Chaser Angelina Johnson.

"And women," Wood agreed.

"This is it."

"The big one," said Fred Weasley.

"The one we've all been waiting for," said George.

"We know Oliver's speech by heart," Fred told Harry,

"We were on the team last year."

"Shut up, you two," said Wood.

"This is the best team Gryffindor's had in years. We're going to win. I know it."

He glared at them all as if to say, "Or else."

"Right. It's time. Good luck, all of you."

Harry followed Fred and George out of the locker room and, hoping his knees weren't going to give way, walked onto the field to loud cheers.

Madam Hooch was refereeing. She stood in the middle of the field waiting for the two teams, her broom in her hand.

"Now, I want a nice fair game, all of you," she said, once they were all gathered around her. Harry noticed that she seemed to be speaking particularly to the Slytherin Captain, Marcus Flint, a fifth year. Harry thought Flint looked as if he had some troll blood in him. Out of the corner of his eye, he saw the fluttering banner high above, flashing Potter for President over the crowd. His heart skipped. He felt braver.

"Mount your brooms, please."

Harry clambered onto his Nimbus Two Thousand. Madam Hooch gave a loud blast on her silver whistle. Fifteen brooms rose, high, high into the air. They were off.

"And the Quaffle is taken immediately by Angelina Johnson of Gryffindor what an excellent Chaser that girl is, and rather attractive, too-"

"JORDAN!"

"Sorry, Professor."

The Weasley twins' friend, Lee Jordan, was doing the commentary for the match, closely watched by Professor McGonagall.

"And she's really belting along up there, a neat pass to Alicia Spinnet, a good find of Oliver Wood's, last year only a reserve- back to Johnson and no, the Slytherins have taken the Quaffle, Slytherin Captain Marcus Flint gains the Quaffle and off he goes Flint flying like an eagle up there he's going to sc- no, stopped by an excellent move by Gryffindor Keeper Wood and the Gryffindors take the Quaffle- that's Chaser Katie Bell of Gryffindor there, nice dive around Flint, off up the field and- OUCH that must have hurt, hit in the back of the head by a Bludger Quaffle taken by the Slytherins that's Adrian Pucey speeding off toward the goalposts, but he's blocked by a second Bludger sent his way by Fred or George Weasley, can't tell which nice play by the Gryffindor Beater, anyway, and Johnson back in possession of the Quaffle, a clear field ahead and off she goes, she's really flying , dodges a speeding Bludger the goalposts are ahead come on, now, Angelina Keeper Bletchley dives- misses- GRYFFINDORS SCORE!"

Gryffindor's cheers filled the cold air, with howls and moans from the Slytherins.

"Budge up there, move along."

"Hagrid!"

Ron,(Y/n) and Hermione squeezed together to give Hagrid enough space to join them. 

"Bin watchin' from me hut," said Hagrid, patting a large pair of binoculars around his neck,

"But it isn't the same as bein' in the crowd. No sign of the Snitch yet, eh?"

"Nope," said Ron.

"Harry hasn't had much to do yet."

"Kept outta trouble, though, that's somethin'," said Hagrid, raising his binoculars and peering skyward at the speck that was Harry.

Way up above them, Harry was gliding over the game, squinting about for some sign of the Snitch. This was part of his and Wood's game plan.

"Keep out of the way until you catch sight of the Snitch," Wood had said.

"We don't want you attacked before you have to be."

When Angelina had scored, Harry had done a couple of loop the- loops to let off his feelings. Now he was back to staring around for the Snitch. Once he caught sight of a flash of gold, but it was just a reflection from one of the Weasleys' wristwatches, and once a Bludger decided to come pelting his way, more like a cannonball than anything, but Harry dodged it and Fred Weasley came chasing after it.

"All right there, Harry?" he had time to yell, as he beat the Bludger furiously toward Marcus Flint.

"Slytherin in possession," Lee Jordan was saying,

"Chaser Pucey ducks two Bludgers, two Weasleys, and Chaser Bell, and speeds toward the- wait a moment. was that the Snitch?"

A murmur ran through the crowd as Adrian Pucey dropped the Quaffle, too busy looking over his shoulder at the flash of gold that had passed his left ear.

Harry saw it. In a great rush of excitement, he dived downward after the streak of gold. Slytherin Seeker Regulus had seen it, too. Neck and neck they hurtled toward the Snitch all the Chasers seemed to have forgotten what they were supposed to be doing as they hung in midair to watch.

Harry was slightly faster than Regulus he could see the little round ball, wings fluttering, darting up ahead he put on an extra spurt of speed- WHAM! A roar of rage echoed from the Gryffindors below- Marcus Flint had blocked Harry on purpose, and Harry's broom spun off course, Harry holding on for dear life.

"Foul!" screamed the Gryffindors.

Madam Hooch spoke angrily to Flint and then ordered a free shot at the goalposts for Gryffindor. But in all the confusion, of course, the Golden Snitch had disappeared again. Down in the stands, Dean Thomas was yelling,

"Send him off, ref! Red card!"

"What are you talking about, Dean?" said Ron.

"Red card!" said Dean furiously.

"In soccer, you get shown the red card and you're out of the game!"

"But this isn't soccer, Dean," Ron reminded him.

Hagrid, however, was on Dean's side.

"They oughta change the rules. Flint coulda knocked, Harry outta the air."

Lee Jordan was finding it difficult not to take sides.

"So after that obvious and disgusting bit of cheating- "

"Jordan!" growled Professor McGonagall.

"I mean, after that open and revolting foul-"

"Jordan, I'm warning you-"

"All right, all right. Flint nearly kills the Gryffindor Seeker, which could happen to anyone, I'm sure, so a penalty to Gryffindor, taken by Spinnet, who puts it away, no trouble, and we continue to play, Gryffindor still in possession."

It was as Harry dodged another Bludger, which went spinning dangerously past his head, that it happened. His broom gave a sudden, frightening lurch. For a split second, he thought he was going to fall. He gripped the broom tightly with both his hands and knees. He'd never felt anything like that. It happened again. It was as though the broom was trying to buck him off. But Nimbus Two Thousands did not suddenly decide to buck their riders off. Harry tried to turn back toward the Gryffindor goalposts, he had half a mind to ask Wood to call a time-out, and then he realized that his broom was completely out of his control. He couldn't turn it. He couldn't direct it at all. It was zigzagging through the air, and every now and then making violent swishing movements that almost unseated him. Lee was still commentating.

"Slytherin in possession- Flint with the Quaffle- passes Spinnet- passes Bell- hit hard in the face by a Bludger, hope it broke his nose- only joking, Professor- Slytherins score- oh no..."

The Slytherins were cheering. No one seemed to have noticed that Harry's broom was behaving strangely It was carrying him slowly higher, away from the game, jerking and twitching as it went.

"Dunno what Harry thinks he's doing," Hagrid mumbled. He stared through his binoculars.

"If I didn' know better, I'd say he'd lost control of his broom... but he can't have...."

Suddenly, people were pointing up at Harry all over the stands. His broom had started to roll over and over, with him only just managing to hold on. Then the whole crowd gasped. Harry's broom had given a wild jerk and Harry swung off it. He was now dangling from it, holding on with only one hand.

"Did something happen to it when Flint blocked him?" Seamus whispered.

"Can't have," Hagrid said, his voice shaking. "Can't nothing interfere with a broomstick except for powerful Dark magic- no kid could do that to a Nimbus Two Thousand."

At these words, Hermione seized Hagrid's binoculars, but instead of looking up at Harry, she started looking frantically at the crowd.

"What are you doing?" moaned Ron, grey-faced while (Y/n) couldn't take her eyes off Harry worried he might fall any minute.

"I knew it," Hermione gasped, "Snape look!"

Ron grabbed the binoculars. Snape was in the middle of the stands opposite them. He had his eyes fixed on Harry and was muttering nonstop under his breath.

"He's doing something. jinxing the broom," said Hermione.

"What should we do?"

"Leave it to me."

Before Ron could say another word, Hermione had disappeared. Ron turned the binoculars back on Harry. His broom was vibrating so hard, it was almost impossible for him to hang on much longer. The whole crowd was on its feet, watching, terrified, as the Weasleys flew up to try and pull Harry safely onto one of their brooms, but it was no good every time they got near him, the broom would jump higher still. They dropped lower and circled beneath him, obviously hoping to catch him if he fell. Marcus Flint seized the Quaffle and scored five times without anyone noticing.

"Come on, Hermione," Ron muttered desperately.

Hermione had fought her way across to the stand where Snape stood, and was now racing along the row behind him; she didn't even stop to say sorry as she knocked Professor Quirrell headfirst into the row in front. Reaching Snape, she crouched down, pulled out her wand, and whispered a few, well-chosen words. Bright blue flames shot from her wand onto the hem of Snape's robes.

It took perhaps thirty seconds for Snape to realize that he was on fire. A sudden yelp told her she had done her job. Scooping the fire off him into a little jar in her pocket, she scrambled back along the row. Snape would never know what had happened. It was enough. Up in the air, Harry was suddenly able to clamber back onto his broom.

"Neville, you can look!" Ron said. Neville had been sobbing into Hagrid's jacket for the last five minutes.

Harry was soaring through the air on his broomstick, his eyes fixed on the tiny, fluttering Snitch as it darted back and forth. Suddenly, he started to descend rapidly towards the ground. The crowd gasped as they saw him clutching his mouth as if he was about to be sick. Even after his broomstick stopped jerking, (Y/n) couldn't help but worry about him. She held her breath and watched anxiously as Harry hit the ground on all fours, coughing violently. Then, to her relief, something glittering and golden fell into his hand. Harry's face lit up with excitement as he shouted, 

"I've got the Snitch!" and triumphantly waved it above his head. The game ended in a frenzy of confusion and cheers from the crowd.

"He didn't catch it, he nearly swallowed it," Flint was still howling twenty minutes later, but it made no difference Harry hadn't broken any rules and Lee Jordan was still happily shouting the results Gryffindor had won by one hundred and seventy points to sixty. Harry heard none of this, though. He was being made a cup of strong tea back in Hagrid's hut, with Ron, (Y/n) and Hermione.

"It was Snape," Ron was explaining,

"Seriously why would he do that did Harry steal his girlfriend from him or something?" (Y/n) said earning a snort from Ron 

"Hermione and I saw him. He was cursing your broomstick, muttering, he wouldn't take his eyes off you."

"Rubbish," said Hagrid, who hadn't heard a word of what had gone on next to him in the stands.

"Why would Snape do somethin' like that?"

Harry, (Y/n), Ron, and Hermione looked at one another, wondering what to tell him. Harry decided on the truth.

"I found out something about him," he told Hagrid.

"He tried to get past that three-headed dog on Halloween. It bit him. We think he was trying to steal whatever it's guarding."

Hagrid dropped the teapot.

"How do you know about Fluffy?" he said.

"Fluffy?"

"Yeah he's mine bought him off a Greek chappie I met in the pub las' year I lent him to Dumbledore to guard the-"

"Yes?" said Harry eagerly.

"Now, don't ask me anymore," said Hagrid gruffly.

"That's top secret, that is."

"But Snape's trying to steal it."

"Rubbish," said Hagrid again.

"Snape's a Hogwarts teacher, he'd do nothin' of the sort."

"So why did he just try and kill Harry?" cried Hermione.

The afternoon's events certainly seemed to have changed her mind about Snape.

"I know a jinx when I see one, Hagrid, I've read all about them! You've got to keep eye contact, and Snape wasn't blinking at all, I saw him!"

"I'm tellin' yeh, yer wrong!" said Hagrid hotly.

"Hagrid you said it yourself a kid couldn't possibly make his broom do that and you confirmed that it must have been some kind of dark magic" the other girl stated 

"I don' know why Harry's broom acted like that, but Snape wouldn' try an' kill a student! Now, listen to me, all three of yeh- yer meddlin' in things that don' concern yeh. It's dangerous. You forget that dog, an' you forget what it's guardin', that's between Professor Dumbledore an' Nicolas Flamel-"

"Aha!" said Harry,

"so there's someone called Nicolas Flamel involved, is there?"

Hagrid looked furious with himself.

Christmas was coming. One morning in mid-December, Hogwarts woke to find itself covered in several feet of snow. The lake froze solid and the Weasley twins were punished for bewitching several snowballs so that they followed Quirrell around, bouncing off the back of his turban. The few owls that managed to battle their way through the stormy sky to deliver mail had to be nursed back to health by Hagrid before they could fly off again.  

No one could wait for the holidays to start. While the Gryffindor common room and the Great Hall had roaring fires, the drafty corridors had become icy and a bitter wind rattled the windows in the classrooms. Worst of all were Professor Snape's classes down in the dungeons, where their breath rose in a mist before them and they kept as close as possible to their hot cauldrons.

"I do feel so sorry," said Draco Malfoy, one Potions class,

"for all those people who have to stay at Hogwarts for Christmas because they're not wanted at home." 

Harry was busy measuring out the powdered spine of a lionfish while Draco Malfoy, accompanied by his lackeys Crabbe and Goyle, was trying to get under his skin. Malfoy had been particularly unpleasant since the Quidditch match, where Harry had outperformed his house. Frustrated by the loss, Malfoy tried to make the other students laugh by mocking Harry's skills. When that didn't work, he resorted to taunting Harry about his background, something he knew Harry was sensitive about. 

Harry, however, was determined not to let Malfoy's comments get the better of him. He was excited about spending Christmas at Hogwarts with his friends, including Ron and his brothers who were also staying back. Harry knew that this Christmas would be different from previous ones, which he had spent with his unpleasant relatives at Privet Drive. 

(Y/n), who was also in the class, was not going back home for Christmas either. She was glaring at Malfoy, who noticed her and turned to her with a smirk on his face. 

"What do you think you're doing glaring at me like that, you twat?" he said, trying to provoke her. (Y/n) replied with a scowl, 

"I'm hoping you'll spontaneously combust." Malfoy's smirk disappeared, and he scoffed before turning away with Crabbe and Goyle which made the girl smirk.

As they left the Potions class, they encountered a large fir tree blocking the corridor. Harry and his friends heard a loud puffing sound and realized that Hagrid was behind it.

"Hi, Hagrid, want any help?" Ron asked, sticking his head through the branches.

"Nah, I'm all right, thanks, Ron."

"Would you mind moving out of the way?" came Malfoy's cold drawl from behind them. "Are you trying to earn some extra money, Weasley? Hoping to be gamekeeper yourself when you leave Hogwarts, I suppose that hut of Hagrid's must seem like a palace compared to what your family's used to."

Ron dived at Malfoy just as Snape came up the stairs.

"WEASLEY!"

Ron let go of the front of Malfoy's robes.

"He was provoked, Professor Snape," said Hagrid, sticking his huge hairy face out from behind the tree.

"Malfoy was insultin' his family."

"Be that as it may, fighting is against Hogwarts rules, Hagrid," said Snape silkily.

"Five points from Gryffindor, Weasley, and be grateful it isn't more. Move along, all of you."

Malfoy, Crabbe, and Goyle pushed roughly past the tree, scattering needles everywhere and smirking.

"I'll get him," said Ron, grinding his teeth at Malfoy's back,

"one of these days, I'll get him-"

"I hate them both," said Harry,

"Malfoy and Snape."

"Don't worry boys someday we will hit them so hard they won't know what hit them"

"Come on, cheer up, it's nearly Christmas," said Hagrid.

"Tell yeh what, come with me an' see the Great Hall, looks a treat."

So the three of them followed Hagrid and his tree off to the Great Hall, where Professor McGonagall and Professor Flitwick were busy with the Christmas decorations.

"Ah, Hagrid, the last tree put it in the far corner, would you?"

The hall looked spectacular. Festoons of holly and mistletoe hung all around the walls, and no less than twelve towering Christmas trees stood around the room, some sparkling with tiny icicles, some glittering with hundreds of candles.

"How many days you got left until yer holidays?" Hagrid asked.

"Just one," said Hermione. "And that reminds me. Harry, Ron, (Y/n) we've got half an hour before lunch, we should be in the library."

"Oh yeah, you're right," said Ron, tearing his eyes away from Professor Flitwick, who had golden bubbles blossoming out of his wand and was trailing them over the branches of the new tree.

"The library?" said Hagrid, following them out of the hall.

"Just before the holidays? Bit keen, aren't yeh?"

"Oh, we're not working," Harry told him brightly.

"Ever since you mentioned Nicolas Flamel we've been trying to find out who he is." (Y/n) sighed and mentally face palmed at her friend's stupidity

"You what?" Hagrid looked shocked. "Listen here. I've told yeh. drop it. It's nothin' to you what that dog's guardin'."

"We just want to know who Nicolas Flamel is, that's all," said Hermione.

"Unless you'd like to tell us and save us the trouble?" Harry added.

"We must've been through hundreds of books already and we can't find him anywhere just give us a hint I know I've read his name somewhere."

"I'm sayin' nothin'," said Hagrid flatly.

"Just have to find out for ourselves, then," said Ron, and they left Hagrid looking disgruntled and hurried off to the library.

They had indeed been searching books for Flamel's name ever since Hagrid had let it slip, because how else were they going to find out what Snape was trying to steal? The trouble was, it was very hard to know where to begin, not knowing what Flamel might have done to get himself into a book. He wasn't in Great Wizards of the Twentieth Century or Notable Magical Names of Our Time; he was missing, too, from Important Modern Magical Discoveries, and A Study of Recent Developments in Wizardry. And then, of course, there was the sheer size of the library; tens of thousands of books; thousands of shelves; hundreds of narrow rows.

Hermione and (Y/n) took out a list of subjects and titles they had decided to search while Ron strode off down a row of books and started pulling them off the shelves at random. Harry wandered over to the Restricted Section. He had been wondering for a while if Flamel wasn't somewhere in there. Unfortunately, you needed a specially signed note from one of the teachers to look in any of the restricted books, and he knew he'd never get one. These were the books containing powerful Dark Magic never taught at Hogwarts, and only read by older students studying advanced Defense Against the Dark Arts.

"What are you looking for, boy?"

"Nothing," said Harry.

Madam Pince the librarian brandished a feather duster at him.

"You'd better get out, then. Go on out!"

Wishing he'd been a bit quicker at thinking up some story, Harry left the library. He, (Y/n), Ron, and Hermione had already agreed they'd better not ask Madam Pince where they could find Flamel. They were sure she'd be able to tell them, but they couldn't risk Snape hearing what they were up to. Harry waited outside in the corridor to see if the other two had found anything, but he wasn't very hopeful. They had been looking for two weeks, after all, but as they only had odd moments between lessons it wasn't surprising they'd found nothing. What they needed was a nice long search without Madam Pince breathing down their necks.

Five minutes later, Ron, (Y/n) and Hermione joined him, shaking their heads. They went off to lunch.

"You will keep looking while I'm away, won't you?" said Hermione.

"And send me an owl if you find anything."

"And you could ask your parents if they know who Flamel is," said, Ron.

"It'd be safe to ask them."

"Very safe, as they're both dentists," said Hermione, and then she left to pack the rest of her things.

The conversation between three first-year Hogwarts students was suddenly interrupted by a cheerful voice calling out to one of them. Looking up, the trio saw the Slytherin and Hufflepuff seekers approaching them. Cedric Diggory and Regulus Black had come to bid farewell to their friend, (Y/n), before heading home for the holidays. To the surprise of Harry and Ron, the girl seemed to be on friendly terms with the Slytherin boy. Despite Ron's prejudice, Harry felt oddly uncomfortable around Regulus. The older boy turned to Harry and asked if he was the Gryffindor seeker, but instead of insulting him for winning the match against him, he praised him for giving him a good challenge. (Y/n) confirmed that Harry was indeed the seeker, and Cedric continued to praise him for his skills on the field. The two first-years were surprised to see the friendly side of a Slytherin, a house known for its cunning and ambition. Harry and Ron felt awkward and remained silent until Cedric and Regulus bid farewell to (Y/n) and promised to keep in touch with her during the holidays.  

"You're friends with a Slytherin?!" Ron hissed making (Y/n) turn to him and shrugged 

"Not all of them like Malfoy you know," she said before taking her leave not wanting to hear the boys complain about her other friendships 

Once the holidays had started, (Y/n), Ron, and Harry were having too good a time to think much about Flamel. They had the dormitory to themselves and the common room was far emptier than usual, so they were able to get the good armchairs by the fire. They sat by the hour eating anything they could spear on a toasting fork bread, English muffins, marshmallows, and plotting ways of getting Malfoy expelled, which was fun to talk about even if they wouldn't work.

Ron also started teaching Harry and (Y/n) wizard chess. This was exactly like Muggle chess except that the figures were alive, which made it a lot like directing troops in battle. Ron's set was very old and battered. Like everything else he owned, it had once belonged to someone else in his family, in this case, his grandfather. However, old chessmen weren't a drawback at all. Ron knew them so well he never had trouble getting them to do what he wanted.

Harry played with chessmen Seamus Finnigan had lent him, and they didn't trust him at all. He wasn't a very good player yet and they kept shouting different bits of advice at him, which was confusing.

"Don't send me there, can't you see his knight? Send him, we can afford to lose him."

As the chess game progressed, (Y/n) expressed her desire to join in. The chessmen on the board tried to protest but (Y/n) silenced them, revealing her past experience of playing Muggle chess with Mrs. Figg. Ron was surprised to hear this, unaware of her skills. The game was incredibly intense, and both (Y/n) and Ron were deeply focused. It was the final round, and the score was tied at one win each. Harry couldn't help but observe Ron's growing nervousness, as he was determined not to let (Y/n) win this game. However, (Y/n) was equally determined and didn't give up easily. When it was her turn, she made her final move with precision and smirked at her red-haired friends. "Check Mate," she announced triumphantly. Ron groaned at his loss, and Harry couldn't help but chuckle at the outcome of the game played by his two best friends.

On Christmas Eve, Harry went to bed looking forward to the next day for the food and the fun, but not expecting any presents at all. When he woke early in the morning, however, the first thing he saw was a small pile of packages at the foot of his bed.

"Merry Christmas," said Ron sleepily as Harry scrambled out of bed and pulled on his bathrobe.

"You, too," said Harry.

"Will you look at this? I've got some presents!"

"What did you expect, turnips?" said Ron, turning to his own pile, which was a lot bigger than Harry's. Before they opened their presents they heard a knock on the door which turned out to be (Y/n) who wanted to open her gifts with the boys. Harry picked up the top parcel. It was wrapped in thick brown paper and scrawled across it was To Harry, from Hagrid. Inside was a roughly cut wooden flute. Hagrid had obviously whittled it himself. Harry blew it. it sounded a bit like an owl.

A second, very small parcel contained a note. We received your message and enclose your Christmas present. From Uncle Vernon and Aunt Petunia. Taped to the note was a fifty-pence piece.

"That's friendly," said Harry.

Ron was fascinated by the fifty pence.

"Weird!" he said, "What a shape! This is money?"

"You can keep it," said Harry, him and (Y/n) laughing at how pleased Ron was.

"Hagrid and my aunt and uncle so who sent these?"

"I think I know who that one's from," said Ron, turning a bit pink and pointing to a very lumpy parcel. "My mom. I told her you both didn't expect any presents and- oh, no," he groaned,

"she's made you a Weasley sweater."

Harry had torn open the parcel to find a thick, hand-knitted sweater in emerald green and a large box of homemade fudge.

"I think I have one too" (Y/n) beamed pulling a (F/c) with her first initial and wearing it over her pjs 

"Every year she makes us a sweater," said Ron, unwrapping his own,

"and mine's always maroon."

"That's really nice of her," said Harry, trying the fudge, which was very tasty.

His next present also contained candy a large box of Chocolate Frogs from Hermione.

With excitement in her eyes, (Y/n) eagerly unwrapped the remaining gifts. She found some chocolate frogs from Ron, which she knew she would enjoy later. Hermione gifted her with an art sketch, which she appreciated deeply. The pair of gold butterfly earrings from Cedric caught her attention and made her heart flutter. However, the most surprising gift came from Regulus - a gold butterfly bracelet similar to the earrings. The matching set made her feel special and brought a smile to her face.

Suddenly, she heard Harry clearing his throat and turned to face him. She noticed the small box in his hands, and her heart began to race with anticipation. 

"Cedric and Regulus owled me and told me that they wanted to surprise you with a matching set of jewelry, and I thought it was just right to join them as well," he said nervously.

 She opened the box to find a small gold ring, which was perfect in her eyes. Harry's insecurity was evident as he asked, 

"So, er, do yo-" but he was cut off by her embracing him tightly. 

"I love it!" she exclaimed, feeling grateful for the thoughtful gift and Harry was relieved that he had managed to pull it off.  

Harry took the small box out of her hand and opened it tenderly, revealing a delicate ring inside. The girl standing before him held out her hand, and he took it, placing the ring on her finger. A bright smile lit up her face as she gazed down at the ring. (at least he was the one to put a ring on her finger;) ok I will stop now T-T) Meanwhile, Ron was munching on some Muggle candy that (Y/n) had given him, muttering under his breath, "Friend my arse," but neither of them paid him any attention. 

(Y/n) came back to reality and walked over to the gift she had brought for Harry. She handed it to him, and he quickly unwrapped it to reveal a magical camera. Looking at the girl beside him, he said, "I noticed how fascinated you were by the moving pictures here, so I thought I'd get you one so you can capture every memory we make before leaving Hogwarts." A smile spread across her face, and Harry thanked her warmly.

This only left one for each of Harry and (Y/n). Harry picked his up and felt it. It was very light. He unwrapped it. Something fluid and silvery gray went slithering to the floor where it lay in gleaming folds. Ron gasped.

"I've heard of those," he said in a hushed voice, dropping the box of Every Flavor Beans he'd gotten from Hermione.

"If that's what I think it is they're really rare and really valuable."

"What is it?"

Harry picked the shining, silvery cloth off the floor. It was strange to the touch like water is woven into the material.

"It's an Invisibility Cloak," said Ron, a look of awe on his face.

"A what now?" (Y/n) asked but Ron ignored her question 

"I'm sure it is try it on."

Harry threw the cloak around his shoulders and Ron gave a yell.

"It is! Look down!"

"Woah!"

Harry looked down at his feet, but they were gone. He dashed to the mirror. Sure enough, his reflection looked back at him, just his head suspended in midair, his body completely invisible. He pulled the cloak over his head and his reflection vanished completely.

"There's a note!" said Ron suddenly.

"A note fell out of it!"

Harry pulled off the cloak and seized the letter. Written in narrow, loopy writing he had never seen before were the following words:

Your father left this in my possession before he died. It is time it was returned to you. Use it well. A Very Merry Christmas to you

There was no signature. Harry stared at the note. Ron was admiring the cloak.

"I'd give anything for one of these," he said.

"Anything. What's the matter?"

"Nothing," said Harry. He felt very strange. Who had sent the cloak? Had it really once belonged to his father?

Before he could say or think anything else, the dormitory door was flung open and Fred and George Weasley bounded in. Harry stuffed the cloak quickly out of sight. He didn't feel like sharing it with anyone else yet.

"Merry Christmas!"

"Hey, look!  (Y/n) and Harry got a Weasley sweater, too!"

Fred and George were wearing blue sweaters, one with a large yellow F on it, the other a G.

"Harry's is better than ours, though," said Fred, holding up Harry's sweater.

"She obviously makes more of an effort if you're not family."

"Why aren't you wearing yours, Ron?" George demanded.

"Come on, get it on, they're lovely and warm."

"I hate maroon," Ron moaned halfheartedly as he pulled it over his head.

"You haven't got a letter on yours," George observed.

"I suppose she thinks you don't forget your name. But we're not stupid we know we're called Gred and Forge," he said making the only girl there chuckle 

"What's all this noise?"

Percy Weasley stuck his head through the door, looking disapproving.

He had clearly gotten halfway through unwrapping his presents as he, too, carried a lumpy sweater over his arm, which Fred seized.

"P for prefect! Get it on, Percy, come on, we're all wearing ours, even these two got one."

"I. don't. want-" said Percy thickly, as the twins forced the sweater over his head, knocking his glasses off.

"And you're not sitting with the prefects today, either," said George. 

"Christmas is a time for family."

They frog-marched Percy from the room, his arms pinned to his side by his sweater. (Y/n) and Harry had never in all their lives had such a Christmas dinner. A hundred fat, roast turkeys; mountains of roast and boiled potatoes; platters of chipolatas; tureens of buttered peas, silver boats of thick, rich gravy and cranberry sauce, and stacks of wizard crackers every few feet along the table. These fantastic party favors were nothing like the feeble Muggle ones the Dursleys usually bought, with their little plastic toys and their flimsy paper hats inside. Harry pulled a wizard cracker with Fred and it didn't just bang, it went off with a blast like a cannon and engulfed them all in a cloud of blue smoke, while from the inside exploded a rear admiral's hat and several live, white mice. Up at the High Table, Dumbledore had swapped his pointed wizard's hat for a flowered bonnet and was chuckling merrily at a joke Professor Flitwick had just read him.

Flaming Christmas puddings followed the turkey. Percy nearly broke his teeth on a silver Sickle embedded in his slice. Harry and (Y/n) watched Hagrid getting redder and redder in the face as he called for more wine, finally kissing Professor McGonagall on the cheek, who, to Harry's amazement, giggled and blushed, her top hat lopsided.

When Harry finally left the table, he was laden down with a stack of things out of the crackers, including a pack of nonexplodable, luminous balloons, a Grow-Your-Own-Warts kit, and his own new wizard chess set. The white mice had disappeared and Harry had a nasty feeling they were going to end up as Mrs Norris's Christmas dinner.

(Y/n), Harry and the Weasleys spent a happy afternoon having a furious snowball fight on the grounds. Then, cold, wet, and gasping for breath, they returned to the fire in the Gryffindor common room, where Harry broke into his new chess set by losing spectacularly to Ron. He suspected he wouldn't have lost so badly if Percy hadn't tried to help him so much as (Y/n) was taking a warm shower so he couldn't ask for her help.

After a meal of turkey sandwiches, crumpets, trifle, and Christmas cake, everyone felt too full and sleepy to do much before bed except sit and watch Percy chase Fred and George all over Gryffindor Tower because they'd stolen his prefect badge. It had been Harry's best Christmas day ever. Yet something had been nagging at the back of his mind all day. Not until he climbed into bed was he free to think about it: the Invisibility Cloak and whoever had sent it.

Ron, full of turkey and cake and with nothing mysterious to bother him, fell asleep almost as soon as he'd drawn the curtains of his four-poster. Harry leaned over the side of his own bed and pulled the cloak out from under it. His father's... this had been his father's. He let the material flow over his hands, smoother than silk, light as air. Use it well, the note had said.

He had to try it, now. He slipped out of bed and wrapped the cloak around himself. Looking down at his legs, he saw only moonlight and shadows. It was a very funny feeling.

Use it well.

Suddenly, Harry felt wide awake. The whole of Hogwarts was open to him in this cloak. Excitement flooded through him as he stood there in the dark and silence. He could go anywhere in this, anywhere, and Filch would never know.

Ron grunted in his sleep. Should Harry wake him? Something held him back, his father's cloak, he felt that this time (the first time ) he wanted to use it alone.

He crept out of the dormitory, down the stairs, across the common room, and climbed through the portrait hole.

"Who's there?" squawked the Fat Lady. Harry said nothing. He walked quickly down the corridor.

Where should he go? He stopped, his heart racing, and thought. And then it came to him. The Restricted Section in the library. He'd be able to read as long as he liked, as long as it took to find out who Flamel was. He set off, drawing the Invisibility Cloak tight around him as he walked.

The library was pitch-black and very eerie. Harry lit a lamp to see his way along the rows of books. The lamp looked as if it was floating along in midair, and even though Harry could feel his arm supporting it, the sight gave him the creeps.

The Restricted Section was right at the back of the library. Stepping carefully over the rope that separated these books from the rest of the library, he held up his lamp to read the titles.

They didn't tell him much. Their peeling, faded gold letters spelled words in languages Harry couldn't understand. Some had no title at all. One book had a dark stain on it that looked horribly like blood. The hairs on the back of Harry's neck prickled. Maybe he was imagining it, maybe not, but he thought a faint whispering was coming from the books, as though they knew someone was there who shouldn't be.

He had to start somewhere. Setting the lamp down carefully on the floor, he looked along the bottom shelf for an interesting-looking book. A large black and silver volume caught his eye. He pulled it out with difficulty because it was very heavy, and, balancing it on his knee, let it fall open. A piercing, bloodcurdling shriek split the silence. the book was screaming! Harry snapped it shut, but the shriek went on and on one high, unbroken, earsplitting note. He stumbled backwards and knocked over his lamp, which went out at once. Panicking, he heard footsteps coming down the corridor outside. stuffing the shrieking book back on the shelf, he ran for it. He passed Filch in the doorway; Filch's pale, wild eyes looked straight through him, and Harry slipped under Filch's outstretched arm and streaked off up the corridor, the book's shrieks still ringing in his ears.

He came to a sudden halt in front of a tall suit of armor. He had been so busy getting away from the library, he hadn't paid attention to where he was going. Perhaps because it was dark, he didn't recognize where he was at all. There was a suit of armor near the kitchens, he knew, but he must be five floors above there.

"You asked me to come directly to you, Professor if anyone was wandering around at night, and somebody's been in the library. Restricted Section."

Harry felt the blood drain out of his face. Wherever he was, Filch must know a shortcut because his soft, greasy voice was getting nearer, and to his horror, it was Snape who replied,

"The Restricted Section? Well, they can't be far, we'll catch them."

Harry stood rooted to the spot as Filch and Snape came around the corner ahead. They couldn't see him, of course, but it was a narrow corridor and if they came much nearer they'd knock right into him the cloak didn't stop him from being solid. He backed away as quietly as he could. A door stood ajar to his left. It was his only hope. He squeezed through it, holding his breath, trying not to move it, and to his relief he managed to get inside the room without their noticing anything. They walked straight past, and Harry leaned against the wall, breathing deeply, listening to their footsteps dying away. That had been close, very close. It was a few seconds before he noticed anything about the room he had hidden in. It looked like an unused classroom. The dark shapes of desks and chairs were piled against the walls, and there was an upturned wastepaper basket but propped against the wall facing him was something that didn't look as if it belonged there, something that looked as if someone had just put it there to keep it out of the way.

It was a magnificent mirror, as high as the ceiling, with an ornate gold frame, standing on two clawed feet. There was an inscription carved around the top: Erised stra ehru oyt ube cafru oyt on wohsi.

His panic faded now that there was no sound of Filch and Snape, Harry moved nearer to the mirror, wanting to look at himself but seeing no reflection again. He stepped in front of it.

He had to clap his hands to his mouth to stop himself from screaming. He whirled around. His heart was pounding far more furiously than when the book had screamed for he had seen not only himself in the mirror, but a whole crowd of people standing right behind him.

But the room was empty. Breathing very fast, he turned slowly back to the mirror. There he was, reflected in it, white and scared-looking, and there, reflected behind him, were at least ten others. Harry looked over his shoulder but still, no one was there. Or were they all invisible, too? Was he in fact in a room full of invisible people and this mirror trick that reflected them, invisible or not? He looked in the mirror again. A woman standing right behind his reflection was smiling at him and waving. He reached out a hand and felt the air behind him. If she were really there, he'd touch her, their reflections were so close together, but he felt only air. She and the others existed only in the mirror.

She was a very pretty woman. She had dark red hair and her eyes-

"Her eyes are just like mine"

Harry thought, edging a little closer to the glass. Bright green exactly the same shape, but then he noticed that she was crying; smiling, but crying at the same time. The tall, thin, black-haired man standing next to her put his arm around her. He wore glasses, and his hair was very untidy. It stuck up at the back, just as Harry's did. Harry was so close to the mirror now that his nose was nearly touching that of his reflection.

"Mom?" he whispered. "Dad?"

They just looked at him, smiling. And slowly, Harry looked into the faces of the other people in the mirror, and saw other pairs of green eyes like his, other noses like his, and even a little old man who looked as though he had Harry's knobbly knees. Harry was looking at his family, for the first time in his life.

The Potters smiled and waved at Harry and he stared hungrily back at them, his hands pressed flat against the glass as though he was hoping to fall right through it and reach them. He had a powerful kind of ache inside him, half joy, half terrible sadness.

How long he stood there, he didn't know. The reflections did not fade and he looked and looked until a distant noise brought him back to his senses. He couldn't stay here, he had to find his way back to bed. He tore his eyes away from his mother's face, whispered,

"I'll come back," and hurried from the room.

(Y/n) was in her cozy dorm room, getting ready to sleep when something caught her eye. It was the wrapped gift she had forgotten to open earlier in the day. The gift was wrapped flawlessly, with neat creases and a brightly colored ribbon tied into a perfect bow. (Y/n) couldn't resist the urge to open it, so she retrieved the gift and sat down on her comfortable bed. As she began to unravel the wrapping paper, she heard a hiss beside her. She looked down and saw Nitor, the snake she had let out from his hiding place earlier, watching her curiously.

 "What issss thissss?" he asked, his head swaying back and forth as he studied the gift. 

"I don't know yet. Why don't we see?" (Y/n) replied with a smile, feeling a sense of excitement building up inside her. As she continued to unwrap the gift, she found a perfectly crafted box of jewelry.

 "More jewelry?" she questioned, a hint of disappointment in her voice. She opened the box and found a note that looked eerily similar to the one Harry received with his cloak. 

"What doessss it ssssay?" asked the snake, who was still studying the gift.

 "It says, 'This was your mother's. Be careful with it and don't see too much.' What does that even mean?" (Y/n) muttered, feeling a sense of unease creeping up on her. 

As she looked back into the box, she saw a beautiful red heart necklace nestled inside. She carefully picked it up and put it around her neck. 

"What do you think?" she asked the snake, who looked unimpressed. 

"That's weird. Maybe it's like a locket or something. It has to be opened o-" Suddenly, (Y/n) felt as if her whole body was on fire, and her vision started to change. She could only see red as she heard a woman's voice screaming, "You picked the wrong side, Peter!"  Then she woke up, gasping for air, with Nitor beside her.

As she struggled for air, she frantically tore the necklace from her neck. Once she sat upright, she patted her pet, Nitor, to assure him that she was okay.

 "I'm fine, don't worry," she managed to gasp out, still catching her breath. After a few minutes, she lay on her bed, with Nitor curled up next to her, sound asleep. She gazed at the necklace lying on her nightstand, with a furrowed brow. Her fingers traced the delicate chain that had encircled her neck moments ago. 

'Don't see too much'

"How strange," she murmured, before turning away from the necklace. Unbeknownst to her, the necklace's brilliant crimson hue seemed to radiate light throughout the room, illuminating everything in its path. As she drifted off to sleep, her thoughts were consumed with the vivid images the necklace had revealed to her...

"You could have woken me up," said Ron, crossly as (Y/n) didn't say anything her mind was thinking about last night's incident.

"You can come tonight, I'm going back, I want to show you the mirror. both of you." that made (Y/n) snap back to the boys' conversation 

"I'd like to see your mom and dad," Ron said and (Y/n) nodded eagerly.

"And I want to see all your family, all the Weasleys, you'll be able to show me your other brothers and everyone maybe we can see (Y/n)'s parents as well."

"You can see them any old time," said Ron.

"Just come round my house this summer. Ginny has already invited (Y/n) so both of you could come  Anyway, maybe it only shows dead people. Shame not finding Flamel, though. Have some bacon or something, why aren't you eating anything?"

Harry couldn't eat. He had seen his parents and would be seeing them again tonight. He had almost forgotten about Flamel. It didn't seem very important anymore. Who cared what the three-headed dog was guarding? What did it matter if Snape stole it, really?

"Are you all right?" said Ron.

"You look odd both of you actually (Y/n) you have been silent for a while are alright?." 

"Yeah I am don't worry Ron"(Y/n) gave him a small smile, but the expression on her face told him that something was wrong. He could sense her exhaustion, but he didn't want to make things worse by prying. He decided to give her some space and not press her to talk about what was bothering her. 

What Harry feared most was that he might not be able to find the mirror room again. With Ron and (Y/n) covered in the cloak, too, they had to walk much more slowly the next night. They tried retracing Harry's route from the library, wandering around the dark passageways for nearly an hour.

"I'm freezing," said Ron.

"Let's forget it and go back."

"No!" Harry hissed.

 "I know it's here somewhere."

"Stop fighting both of you" 

They passed the ghost of a tall witch gliding in the opposite direction but saw no one else. Just as Ron started moaning that his feet were dead with cold, Harry spotted the suit of armor.

"It's here. just here- yes!"

They pushed the door open. Harry dropped the cloak from around his shoulders and ran to the mirror. There they were. His mother and father beamed at the sight of him.

"See?" Harry whispered.

"I can't see anything."

"Me neither"

"Look! Look at them all... there are loads of them..."

"I can only see you," Ron said and (Y/n) nodded

"Look in it properly, go on, stand where I am."

Harry stepped aside, but with (Y/n) in front of the mirror, he couldn't see his family anymore, just (Y/n) in her pajamas. 

The two boys leaned in curiously and asked the girl, "So, what do you see?" She lifted her gaze up to the mirror and found herself staring at a stunning woman with curly red locks that cascaded down her waist. The woman's striking (E/c) eyes seemed to bore into hers as she examined her reflection. The girl's eyes widened in confusion as she wondered if the woman was her mother. Her gaze then shifted to the woman's neck, where she spotted a familiar necklace, the one she had received on Christmas. The girl's heart raced as she remembered the events of the previous night. She stepped back from the mirror and took a deep breath, trying to steady herself. Harry asked her, "What did you see?" She whispered, "Nothing." Harry was about to ask again when Ron intervened, placing a hand on his shoulder and gesturing for him to back off. Ron then walked over to where the girl was standing next to her in silence.

Ron, though, was staring transfixed at his image.

"Look at me!" he said.

"Can you see all your family standing around you?"

"No. I'm alone- but I'm different I look older and- I'm Head Boy!"

"What?"

"I am- I'm wearing the badge like Bill used to- and I'm holding the House Cup and the Quidditch Cup I'm Quidditch Captain, too!" Ron tore his eyes away from this splendid sight to look excitedly at Harry.

"Do you think this mirror shows the future?"

"How can it? All my family are dead- let me have another look-"

"You had it to yourself all last night, give me a bit more time."

"You're only holding the Quidditch Cup, what's interesting about that? I want to see my parents."

"Don't push me-" "Both of  you sto-"

A sudden noise outside in the corridor put an end to their discussion. They hadn't realized how loudly they had been talking.

"Quick!"

Ron threw the cloak back over them as the luminous eyes of Mrs. Norris came round the door. Ron and Harry stood quite still, both thinking the same thing- did the cloak work on cats? After what seemed an age, she turned and left.

"This isn't safe- she might have gone for Filch, I bet she heard us. Come on."

And Ron pulled Harry and (Y/n) out of the room. The snow still hadn't melted the next morning.

"Want to play chess, Harry?" said Ron.

"No."

"Why don't we go down and visit Hagrid?"

"No... you go..."

"I know what you're thinking about, Harry, that mirror. Don't go back tonight."

"Why not?"

"I dunno, I've just got a bad feeling about it- and anyway, you've had too many close shaves already. Filch, Snape, and Mrs. Norris are wandering around. So what if they can't see you? What if they walk into you? What if you knock something over?"

"You sound like Hermione."

"I'm serious, Harry, don't go ever since we went there something wrong happened to (Y/n) she doesn't want to get out of her dorm maybe you should go see her I know she would listen to you."

But Harry only had one thought in his head, which was to get back in front of the mirror, and Ron wasn't going to stop him he could cheek on (Y/n) some other time.

That third night he found his way more quickly than before. He was walking so fast he knew he was making more noise than was wise, but he didn't meet anyone.

And there were his mother and father smiling at him again, and one of his grandfathers nodding happily. Harry sank down to sit on the floor in front of the mirror. There was nothing to stop him from staying here all night with his family. Nothing at all. Except-

"So back again, Harry?"

Harry felt as though his insides had turned to ice. He looked behind him. Sitting on one of the desks by the wall was none other than Albus Dumbledore. Harry must have walked straight past him, so desperate to get to the mirror that he hadn't noticed him.

"I- I didn't see you, sir."

"Strange how nearsighted being invisible can make you," said Dumbledore, and Harry was relieved to see that he was smiling.

"So," said Dumbledore, slipping off the desk to sit on the floor with Harry,

"You, like hundreds before you, have discovered the delights of the Mirror of Erised."

"I didn't know it was called that, sir."

"But I expect you've realized by now what it does?"

"It- well-  it shows me, my family- "

"And it showed your friend Ron himself as Head Boy," Dumbledore said but he didn't mention what did the (E/c) eyed girl see knowing she wouldn't want him to tell her friends

"How did you know- ?"

"I don't need a cloak to become invisible," said Dumbledore gently.

"Now, can you think what the Mirror of Erised shows us all?"

Harry shook his head.

"Let me explain. The happiest man on earth would be able to use the Mirror of Erised like a normal mirror, that is, he would look into it and see himself exactly as he is. Does that help?"

Harry thought. Then he said slowly,

"It shows us what we want... whatever we want ..."

"Yes and no," said Dumbledore quietly.

"It shows us nothing more or less than the deepest, most desperate desire of our hearts. You, who have never known your family, see them standing around you. Ronald Weasley, who has always been overshadowed by his brothers, sees himself standing alone, the best of all of them. However, this mirror will give us neither knowledge nor truth. Men have wasted away before it, entranced by what they have seen, or been driven mad, not knowing if what it shows is real or even possible.

"The Mirror will be moved to a new home tomorrow, Harry, and I ask you not to go looking for it again. If you ever do run across it, you will now be prepared. It does not do to dwell on dreams and forget to live, remember that. Now, why don't you put that admirable cloak back on and get off to bed?"

Harry stood up.

"Sir- Professor Dumbledore? Can I ask you something?"

"Obviously, you've just done so," Dumbledore smiled.

"You may ask me one more thing, however."

"What do you see when you look in the mirror?"

"I? I see myself holding a pair of thick, woolen socks."

Harry stared.

"One can never have enough socks," said Dumbledore.

"Another Christmas has come and gone and I didn't get a single pair. People will insist on giving me books."

It was only when he was back in bed that it struck Harry that Dumbledore might not have been quite truthful. But then, he thought, as he shoved Scabbers off his pillow, it had been quite a personal question.

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[butcanijustnot]

A Thousand and One Kisses (Shuri X F!Reader)

Author: Crystalline / @butcanijustnot

Fandom: Marvel - Black Panther

Tagging: @idontgiveaflyinggrayson69

Summary: You and Shuri are useless lesbians. That’s it. That’s the whole plot. It stated off as a platonic piece but I’m far too gay for that so it turned into romantic fluff.

Word Count: 2.2k

Warnings:  The GAYEST of fluff-pieces here.

Also I don’t speak Xhosa so I used translating software for my fic. If it’s off please let me know so I can change/fix it. Thanks!

It was supposed to be a routine mission. So routine, in fact, that Okoye felt completely safe bringing you, a simple Dora Milaje trainee, along for the ride. This was a big move for you, as up until this point you had just been doing combat training and guarding the princess of Wakanda. Not that that was a problem, it had allowed you to get close to and eventually become friends with Shuri herself. Of course, your friendship with the princess started the same way all good ‘friendships’ should.

With a kiss.

You were training. God, weren’t you always? You were learning the Dora art of stone, or in layman’s terms, you were learning how to stand really still and not show any emotions no matter what happens around you. This role was important to you and to Wakanda, and you so badly wanted to succeed. So far you had worked through every trial so far, through Okoye’s mocking and Nakia pulling faces at you (the king-consort acting like a hyperactive five-year-old was perhaps one of the weirder experiences in your life but none-the-less you worked through it.) That’s when Shuri walked in, focused on something in her beads, and Okoye asked her a fateful question.

“Shuri, we are training a new recruit. Can you think of anything to break her?”

Shuri looked up at us and strolled over, you watching out of the corner of your eyes. She looked you up and down for a second, then smirked, walked right up to you and pecked you on the cheek. Whether shock or embarrassment, you broke completely, bursting out laughing and doubling over.

“Y/N!” Okoye said, startled.

“I’m sorry!” You chuckled, shaking your head and taking a deep breath to steady yourself. “I can do this.” You reassured her, getting back into position, but it didn’t last. Shuri kissed your cheek again and you fell apart, again.

“I can do this all day, ncinane Dora.” Shuri smirked, both a tease and a promise.

Over time it became somewhat of an unspoken tradition. You would be stationed in Shuri’s lab, because you were a trainee and Okoye was short of other things to do with you that were, well, safe, and when Shuri came in she would stride over to you, press a kiss to your cheek and continue what she was doing. This happened to matter what. She never forgot and company or lack there-of never stopped it. The first time she did it in front of her brother, you swear he almost astral projected out of his body right then and there.

“Shuri, that’s really not what the Dora are there for…” He tried to reason, but Shuri wasn’t having any of it. She placed her hands on her hips and playfully glared him down.

“She’s okay with it. Right, Y/N?” She said, gesturing at me. T’Challa looked at you with an expression of Oh Bast please help me, but what could you say, you didn’t really mind.

You nodded. “I’m fine with it. Really.”

Shuri pointed to you, then at her brother, who looked as if he was waiting for the gods above to swoop down and take him, then around the room whilst laughing like a hyena. “Ha! I told you! If you’re allowed to marry a wardog, then I’m allowed to kiss a Dora. It’s the rules.”

“Oh, this again! Come on!” The king whined, sounding uncharacteristically like a 17-year-old trying to get his parents permission to go out tonight.

Later that night you were guarding the lab alone. Everyone else had gone home but Shuri was still working, trying to improve yet another gadget once again. As a trainee Dora, you had to stay with the princess, protecting her at all times. The role was honorary, really, Shuri was more than capable of protecting herself, but it was still good insurance. Unfortunately, it meant you couldn’t retire until she did, and this woman was married to her work. Suddenly, she disappeared from the room for about ten minutes and came back with two bowls full of a rice curry. She moved some things and placed them down on the desk, then turned and beckoned you over. For a moment, you stayed glued to your spot.

“Come on, Okoye isn’t here, and I won’t tell, promise.” She said, taking a bite. You had to admit, it smelt amazing and you were hungry. You took a cautious step forward, expecting Okoye to jump out from behind a doorframe and yell ‘Ah ha! It was a test!’ but nothing happened.

You sat down across from the princess and took a bite. Somehow it tasted even better than it smelt. You groaned appreciatively, eat more and more like a pig. You didn’t remember your place or who you were in the presence of until a second later, and you rushed to stop before she giggled.

“Mood.” She said, smiling softly. You were confused but ultimately decided against questioning it.

There was a pause filled with silence. “So, tell me about yourself.” She finally said.

And you did. You told her everything, even things you’d never told anyone at all. You told her about being an orphan, about wanting to look after people, and about joining the royal guard to do just that. Shuri was easy to talk too, made things seem brighter, so you didn’t even notice how time flew by. She told you about life as a princess, about America and the rest of the world and everything she knew about. You enjoyed it a lot, but eventually her brother came to drag her kicking and screaming to bed. You were almost sad to be done with it.

Until Shuri did the same thing the next night. And the next. And the next.

You and Shuri got closer and closer over those late nights and everyday kisses. You found yourself feeling more and more for the princess. You wanted to spend all of your time with her, and though you were oblivious to it, she was falling for you too.

She had always been excited for you. Every award, every opportunity that came your way, all of it, until you told her about this mission. Sure, physically, she had smiled and told you she was happy for you, but you could tell she was hiding something under the surface. Sadness? At the time you were too happy to question it, but now…

Now you were hurt, and dreading telling her.

It was a simple mission, and you still managed to get shot. The words ran around in your head like a bad song. Sure, it was an arm wound and sure, you would almost certainly live and sure, nobody else had even noticed, too wrapped up in their own problems to pay any mind to you so really, how bad could it be but still, it hurt.

You didn’t even want anyone to know, bast knows what the consequences would be. This was the first time Okoye trusted you out in the field, what if she never lets you out of the palace again? What if she cuts you from the guard? This people were the only family you had, leaving them made you feel sick to your stomach and brought tears to your eyes. You were an idiot to get hurt, you knew that, and all you wanted right now was to leave and go to the lab. You wanted Shuri.

“We are about to arrive back at the palace. All injured Dora are to report to medical; the rest are requested by Okoye at the royal courtyard.” The pilot explained, monotoned. The plane jolted as we landed and almost immediately you were up. You covered the injury with a pile of clothing and bandages to hide it and followed the group off the plane.

You held your arm in close to your side, trying to convince yourself that you weren’t hurt that badly. You ushered the other warriors into the infirmary, but instead of following them down yourself, you turned when everyone else was gone and slipped away, making a beeline for the lab. Every fibre of your body screamed for you not too, this is crazy, but your pain-drunk mind was louder. Shuri, it screamed, you need to see Shuri.

The walk down to the lab was excruciating. Your arm stung and ached, no matter how much pressure you placed on it, but you smiled and tried to hide it as you walked past the two Dora stationed outside of the doors, silently hoping that they wouldn’t notice the blood dripping through your fingers and onto the floor.

You were glad to see that the lab was almost completely empty. It was quiet, with the exception of the bottom floor where, true to form, Shuri was bustling around, moving her projects between tables and tapping on holographic images on her beads. She was mumbling things to herself, and you wanted to call out to her and you wanted to call out to her and get her attention, but your voice was stuck in your throat, held captive by pain.

You descended the staircase, your head feeling lighter and lighter with every step. Shuri noticed you the moment you reached the bottom of the stairs and a huge smile broke onto her face.

“Y/N!” She squealed, dropping what she was doing and moving to hug you. She stopped about a metre away, and the smile fell off her face when she saw the blood pooling on your sleeve and your pained expression. “what happened?”

“I-” You try to respond, but at that moment your legs gave way underneath you and you fell. She ran forward, catching you but only just. You fell against her chest, and instinctively wrapped your arms around her, craving her warm embrace.

She moved to your side, helping you over to the sand table in the centre of the room. She lay you down slowly and carefully, her eyes scanning the wound with pursed lips.

“You’ve lost a lot of blood.” She huffed, stitching up the wound in a little under a minute and wrapping it up in half the time. Sher was upset, you could tell, but when you tried to talk to her, all that came out was a soft groan. She grimaced.

“People tell me ‘Don’t worry, Y/N’s an adult, she can look after herself’ but I still worry and of course I’m right! You stay cooped up with me too long, and then when you do go outside, you come back like this! How could you be so irresponsible!?!?” She rambled, yelling less at you and more at the empty space around us.

“I didn’t mean to get hurt…” You whispered, finally pushing out a coherent sentence whilst staring up at the ceiling. Your words were scratchy and thin, and you felt tears beginning to swell in your eyes once again.

She shook her head, and when she looked at you again her eyes had softened. “I know you didn’t. Of course, you didn’t. I didn’t mean to yell at you, I just...” She paused, swallowed and continued. “I really care about you, Y/N, I don’t ever want to see you get hurt.” She murmured, her eyes flicking between you, your arm and the floor. “I love you.” She whispered, as soft and quiet as a night-time breeze.

You’re not proud of it, but you completely froze. Shuri loves me. Shuri is in love with me. The princess of Wakanda is in love with me. I love her. I love Shuri. We love eachother. That’s amazing. Shit, what do I do? You noticed her staring at you and that was able to snap you out of it. Shit, shit! Words, I need to say words!

“I love you too.” You blurted out, trying to sit up to face her. She moved to grasp your shoulders and gently push you back down with a half-glare, half surprised expression.

“No, no, no. You’re hurt. Stay down, Entle.” She said, semi-forcefully. You stopped fighting, transfixed by her and her beautiful face and that damn smile that lit up the room. You couldn’t resist pressing a kiss to her lips.

Her lips felt and tasted better than you ever could have hoped. Sweet and soft and slightly chapped from where she had been chewing it in thought. You could have stayed there forever, drinking in her taste, but you pulled back after a second to look at her.

“Was that okay?” You asked, swallowing.

Her hand moved up from your shoulders to hold the sides of your face. “Get back here.” She whispered, pulling you in for another, longer kiss.

“Hey Shuri, have you seen- Oh.” Okoye nearly dropped her spear when she saw you two. slowly, her lips bent into a soft smile. “About damn time.”

#marvel #marvel movies #MCU #black panther #black panther fanfic #Marvel fanfiction #MARVEL FANDOM #Shuri #shuri x reader #remind me to fix these tags in the morning #its like 11 o'clock at night and I have class in the morning #Soz

[hyunjilicious]

3:11am [captain syverson]

Summary: you’re just an army medic so in order to have your voice heard you need to go straight to the captain with your ideas, right? And what better way to do it, if not at 3:11am in his room? (SMUT) 4.3k

Warnings: daddy kink, size kink, unprotected sex, Sy is a little bit of ass, dirty talk, manhandling, a tad bit of humiliation/degradation.. :) I didn’t go too far.

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Danger loomed at every corner. And you couldn't have been oblivious to it. Every one was either panicked or enraged, both emotions driven by the ongoing terror forced upon your group as you have been caught in the crossfire. The conflict you found yourselves stuck in was generations old, and the fact that you had hidden eyes, watching your moves from every shadow, was as unsettling as it could be.

You crossed the camp on high alert, even if those were supposed to be safe grounds. Laughter was audible from the tents nearby, yet the fear never left your bones. Palms cold but still damp with nervous sweat, you counted the steps you had to take until you reached your destination. Ever since you left your designated bunk, you've been picturing the stairs that led down to Captain Syverson room, and now they were mere meters in front of you, but you still felt like you couldn't breathe. 

Even when you reached the door, you still couldn't swallow the lump in your throat. And the fact that it was unlocked, made you all the more nervous. 

You didn't want to knock. The lights were all off, and you were afraid the sound would draw unnecessary attention. So, going against your gut, you slowly pushed the door open, cautiously stepping inside.

Dead silence.

Only a pair of red glowing numbers were visible in the thick darkness, showing you just how late and unacceptable it was for you to be there. 3:11 am. Not only should you have been asleep for hours, but you were also pretty sure that if you were to be awake, the bunk was the place where you should be counting the sheep until you dozed off. 

From memory, you turned to the left, picturing inside your mind where the door that led to the hallway was supposed to be. You probably managed to get about two steps in before, from the suffocating darkness to your left, a loud clattering noise was heard, before a pair of strong arms restrained you. 

Only a gasp managed to escape your lips before your mouth was forced shut by a hand, aggressively making it impossible for you to make any sound. Realising kicking and squirming in this person's hold would be of absolutely no use, you raised your left leg in the air, gathering momentum for a strategic hit. But the blow was never delivered.

"Shh!!!" 

Despite threatening and capable of making anybody's blood run cold, that southern accent was impossible to mistake. 

"Don't fucking move" he said again.

With your brain soaked in adrenaline, obeying his command sounded near impossible. You fidgeted against his rock hard chest, and all it did for you was get him to tighten his hold.

"I don't know if your eyes got accustomed to the dark yet" captain Syverson said through gritted teeth, "But at about 2 o'clock, MacGregor is sleeping. If you wake him up, we're both dead"

You swallowed the information with difficulty, but it relaxed you to some extent. However, despite calming down and not showing any signs of wanting to put up a fight anymore, Sy didn't let you go.

Instead, with high precision, he dragged you through the darkness, and across the room, right where you were initially planning to go. Clutching the hand that was still roughly pressing down against your lips, you stumbled obediently in every direction he dragged you to. When you reached a plain black door, he opened it with maximal caution, and pushed you inside, before turning around to close it in the same silent manner.

You stumbled a few steps forward before regaining your balance as your knees have probably never been weaker. Struggling to catch your breath, you saw Sy turn and face you, the coldest of death stares plastered on his blue eyes.

"The fuck you doin' here, hm?" he growled, crossing his arms in front of his chest.

"I-" you said, squinting in the neon light of the tiny room, "I have an idea for the crew, it's-"

"Don't fucking care what idea you got, darlin'" he shook his head, taking another step in your direction, "Do you even know what time it is?"

"Late" you sighed, stating the obvious.

"Damn right it's late" he nodded, "What I wanna know now is why you were stupid enough to sneak all the way over here, when you know-"

"No one saw me, Sy" you exclaimed.

A grin tilted the corner of his lips upwards, "I fucking saw you"

"Yeah but-" you stopped to frown as confusion hit you, "How did you see me?"

"Listen here, little girl" he taunted, each word more threatening as he started to close the distance that was keeping you apart, "You're a doctor, not a soldier, fixing our shit is none of your business. Two, you don't report to me-" he said, nodding his head to the side, "And three, I'm sure no idea was too urgent that you couldn't wait until the morning"

Calling you out like that was completely unnecessary. You had been lying to yourself, claiming the reason for your late night visit was purely selfless, however when you heard the words come out of his mouth, you realised just how strongly you had been bulshitting yourself.

"Fine-" you huffed with annoyance, getting ready to walk past him, "You want me to leave? I'll leave"

"Nuh-uh" he shook his head, grabbing you by the forearm. He didn't move any other muscle of his body and continued talking without turning to look at you, "You're a smart woman, tell me why you're really here"

"Because I wanna help!" you rolled your eyes - a lie you almost believed yourself.

"Try again, doll" he commanded, tightening his grip. The fact that you felt a bruise already forming riled you up, but it wasn't enough to get you to cooperate in the way he wanted you to.

Once you realised what he was waiting to hear, you shook your head in disbelief, "You got no class!"

After spitting the anger filled words in his direction, you tried to free your arm, and walk away, but he wasn't having it.

"Well-" Sy took a deep breath, harshly spinning you around and slamming you face first against his desk, "If you had any, you wouldn't be here now, would you?"

Knees weak under his heavy presence, you gathered all your strength into your arms, planting your palms against the metal surface of the desk in order to push yourself up.

All it took him to cancel your intentions was an effortless shove against your upper back. He got you back down in under a second with a loud thud, but this time he bent down too, towering above you.

"Now that you saw your antics don't work with me-" he growled directly into your ear, his thick beard tickling the skin of your neck. Sy lodged his hand into your hair, curling his fingers around your roots and forcing your head back, "Mind telling me why you're really here? We can do this until the morning, I ain't tired"

"You're enjoying this, aren't you?" you huffed through gritted teeth.

"What? Seeing you squirming under me with absolutely no say in what's about to happen to that sweet little pussy of yours? Yes, very much so"

"Fuck you"

"Isn't that why you came here?" Sy taunted.

He grunted, shaking his head in disbelief. "Try again" 

This time, he didn't pull your hair anymore, and the sting you expected to reach your scalp never came. However, he bucked his hips into yours, pressing your body even harder against the desk. With every time and every way his body brushed against yours, the pain between your legs grew stronger and stronger. But still, you didn't want to word your need, instead just settled for milking every last drop of this unexpected turn of events. About 15 minutes before, when you had just left your room, you weren't sure you would even get to talk to him, let alone end up in this situation. Under him. His cock shamelessly pressing up against your ass, as every word that came out of his mouth only managed to make you crave him more.

"Are gonna tell me, hm?" he moaned into your ear, the weight of his body on top of yours becoming difficult to bear. "Or am I gonna have to force the words out of you?"

The way he talked, honey sweet yet goosebumps worthy, his tone managed to crack your self control. Against your better judgement, you breathed out slowly, the pleasure in the back of your throat materialising into the softest of whimpers.

"Oh" Sy grinned, his right hand groping its way down your body, "Can't hide it anymore, can you?"

If until now you did a fairly bad job at hiding your true emotions, when he grabbed a handful of your ass, his fingers threatening to leave purple bruises, you dropped the facade all together.

"Fuck" you moaned, forehead pressed against the desk as you arched your body back, harder against his palm.

"That's my girl" he laughed.

Much to your dismay, after his deep amused tone reached your ears, he pulled away. Upset at the sudden loss of contact, you choked back a whine, turning your head to look at him over your shoulder.

Even with the lights turned on, he was facing away from the source, so that soft shadows contoured his features perfectly. His eyes hooded with greed looked down at you, and as soon as he saw the hungry expression on your face, his lips curled into a devious smile. "No, sweetheart. Face the wall", he said, nodding his head.

Reluctantly, you did so. Delectable anticipation washed over you when his calloused hands grabbed your waist. It was only for a minute, though. He roughly pulled you back until your hips passed the edge of the desk. You didn't get a chance to put two and two together before Sy forced your pants open, and pulled them down your legs, along with your underwear in under a moment. 

Flushed with embarrassment at the full, sudden exposure, you clamped your thighs together.

Without a word, he lodged his boot between your feet, forcing your legs open. "This could've been avoided" he stated, "But I don't think you wanted that. I think you wanted the slut fucked out of you"

"Come on…" you pleaded, lodging your teeth deep into your bottom lip.

Your entire body fired up when his bare fingers connected to your opening. He moved agonisingly slow, teasing his way along your lips, intentionally applying the perfect amount of pressure to have you crying for more.

"You know you're gonna have to do so much fucking better than that, don't you?" Sy chuckled, dipping his fingers into your wetness. "I know you can beg."

"Fucking hell-" you cried, squirming under his influence, "Please"

"No, baby. Tell me, use your words. I wanna hear you tell me how to fuck you. And don't bother holding back 'cause you know I won't"

"Come on, Sy-" you whined, trying your best to grind down against his fingers, "You know I want- I want you-"

A rough slap that echoed around the room attacked your ass, delightful pain propagating in waves across your whole body. You let out a tortured yelp, but it wasn't enough to impress.

"You already made a mess on my fingers. You're dripping wet, love. Why try to hide just how big of a slut you are?"

"I'm a slut-" you panted, breathing heavily through every word, "I'm a slut, please, I need you"

Another blow. This time, his palm landed on already inflamed skin, doubling the pain that fueled your pleasure.

"Need me to what, baby girl?"

"I need you to fuck me" you whimpered, tears running down your cheeks. Digging your nails into the underside of the edge of his desk, you squeezed your eyes shut, trying to concentrate around the ecstasy he had running through your veins. "I need your cock, Sy, please. I fucking need you really bad right now, please. I'll do anything you want"

"All you need to do, pet, is learn your place" Syverson said, greedily caressing your ass. "Did you come here just to get that cunt used?"

"Yes" you nodded, not even remembering that in the beginning, you really did have something important to talk to him about. "Yes, I only wanted your cock. Please fuck me, I promise I'll be good forever"

"My good slut forever?" he questioned, the perverted enthusiasm audible in his tone.

As he spoke, Sy slid his middle finger inside your pussy. "Is that all you want, whore? To be my property?"

"Yeah…" 

"You want me to own you?" he taunted, sliding another finger into your pussy, just for the sake of pushing your buttons, "Want me to use your whore body for my pleasure whenever I feel like it?"

A rush of electricity coursed through you.

"That's all I want, Sy" you whispered.

"Are you sure, baby girl?" he taunted, bending down.

His immense frame hovered above your shivering body, his haunting presence enough to get you drunk on the ecstasy of what was to come. 

You swallowed thickly, pained tears stinging your eyes. Cupping his cheek over your shoulder, your words came out as a ghostly whisper, "Please-" you breathed out, "I need you now, Sy. I wanted you since I met you back home, you know that. Please, I can't wait any longer"

His daunting chuckle sent shivers all over your body. He pushed himself off of you, but his breath still tickled the back of your neck. It was enough for you to know that you were to remain in place and wait for his next move.

"Of course you can wait, angel" he said, moments before the metallic clank of his belt being unbuckled fueled your senses, "You're lucky I don't want you to"

You released a weak chuckle, shaking your head in disbelief at the way he managed to carry the situation. Your shoulders were dangerously tense as you waited. For anything. For him to say or do something, but he forced you to sit and boil in anticipation. But the build-up was worth the frustration, as when you felt his touch against your pussy, adrenaline started to pump through your veins.

"You know how long I thought about fucking you like this?" Sy asked.

It was then that you realised it wasn't his finger probing your folds, but the tip of his cock. Slick and solid against your pussy, he expertly teased all your right spots.

"You flaunt this fucking tight ass all day long, panting in the heat, sweat dripping down your tits-" Sy exclaimed, his need and hunger for you audible through every word, "and now you're telling me-"

He paused to bend down above you, hands planted on the desk on either side of your shoulders as he spoke lewdly in your ear, "And now you're telling me I got you naked and whimperin', beggin' me to empty my balls inside your pussy?"

Refusing to use your words, you settled for a better answer - the only answer your dazed mind was able to give. Arching your back as you moaned his name, you pushed your ass back, his massive cock inching inside your pussy.

Syverson grunted, low and guttural, pleasure erupting from the depths of his throat. Goosebumps arose across your body.

"Fuck me, Sy-" you cried, your voice breathy and seductive, "Rough me up, come on"

And he did. You managed to push all his buttons and get him to lose the self control he tries so hard to put on display. He did an excellent job, judging by how hard his cock was when he slammed his hips into yours. Your walls spread beyond what you ever thought would be pleasurable, yet he had you crying out his name as your eyes rolled back. 

His immense hands held your hips with damaging force, planting bruises all of your skin. Not that you had any choice, but you let yourself go limp, and allowed him to manhandle your frame to his will. With ever powerful thrusts of his body against yours, the desk underneath you rocked, slamming into the wall, making a sound loud and obnoxious enough to awake just about anyone who was sleeping there. 

But you didn't care. And neither did Sy.

The only thing you had on your mind was the killed ecstasy he fucked into you, his cock slamming balls deep into your aching pussy. You rolled your head, whined and dug your nails into your palms, in what was probably the most pathetic attempt to keep yourself grounded. 

Syverson wasn't far behind. His breathing aggravated, turned into guttural groans that made the hairs on your body stand up. 

"Fucking hell" he cursed, his fingers sinking deeper into your flesh as he picked up his pace, "FUCK"

You moaned, a wave of pleasure coursing through you, "Harder please"

Those words went against all your senses, against the pain you felt between your legs, the strain on your back or the lack of air in your lungs. But you wanted more. Needed more.

With one long, hard thrust, Sy pushed his cock all the way inside your pussy, his balls pressing against your clit, "Wouldn't wanna break you, little girl"

The teasing side of you awoke. You pushed yourself up and threw your hair back so that you could turn and look at him over your shoulder, "You couldn't if you tried"

His whole frame darkened. Not just the look in his eyes. He now seemed taller, more dangerous and menacing as your words tickled his lust. Syverson shook his head, and in one swift motion, lodged his hand in your hair pulling you all the way up with your back against his chest.

"I don't want you talking to me like that," he groaned.

If you hadn't felt his cock twitch, fear would have definitely enveloped you. 

"You're in no place to undermine me, ok?" he growled, voice deep, ringing against your ear, "You're so small and powerless. It's fucking clear I call the shots. Be a good little girl and don't piss me off" he threatened, his free hand wrapping itself around your neck.

"Or what?" you whispered. 

"You're a soldier, right?" Sy laughed, "Wouldn't it be a shame if for a few days you wouldn't be able to walk straight. Or sit down?"

You swallowed thickly, his words turning you own even more as your pussy clenched around his cock just thinking about it, "Sounds more like an offer than a punishment"

Sy took his sweet time answering. Before he opened his mouth to speak, his hand traveled down your body, all the way over to your clit, where he began to apply pressure in the form of experienced, delicate circles.

You whimpered in return and only then did he answer. "Turns out you're a bigger slut than I thought, but don't think it will take me long to have you crying and begging"

You nodded yes. He never asked any kind of question, so you had no idea why you responded that way, you just did, and Sy took it as his cue to resume his work.

This time, he held you against his body. With each thrust, the tip of his cock applied more and more pressure to your sweet and overly sensitive spots, braiding pain into the pleasure he created for you.

But it was what you wanted. How you wanted it. Because it was a matter of time until he had you moaning and crying, expressing the pure ecstasy that was surging through your body. You were approaching your high at such a dangerous speed that the strain in your back was no longer of importance, and the force with which Sy pulled at the roots of your hair, wasn't even passing the threshold of discomfort anymore.

All your thoughts had been flooded by his breathing, low and guttural, against your temple. The simple fact that his pleasure was audible in his tone, aggravated your arousal. You've never in your life been so eager to please someone. But now, you were beaming proudly, your stomach in knots.

You came soon after that. The orgasm came down crushing on you, blurring your thoughts completely. Your muscles spammed uncontrollably, and the cries that escaped your lips were sure to wake up everyone in the compound. But neither you, nor Sy cared.

"Fuck, fuck, fuck-" you panted, seconds before your eyes rolled back in pleasure, your body remaining weak and consumed in his hold.

"Come on, darling" Sy chuckled, readjusting his hold around your body, pressing you even harder against his chest, "Daddy's gotta finish too. Otherwise we did this for nothing"

"Yes" you moaned. 

The way he forced his cock in and out of your sensitive and overly-used cunt brought tears to your eyes. You knew he was close when he slowed down his pace, now his thrusts becoming deeper and less regulated. Each slam of his hips into yours rocked your whole frame, until your toes barely reached the ground. Sy held you up into his massive arms, guiding and handling your body to fit his needs perfectly. 

And it fucking worked because in a matter of seconds, he lost control, aggressively riding his high until there was no amount of cum to be released. When he pulled out, panting and exhausted, he moved to the side, planting his hands on the edge of the desk to catch his breath.

Determined to not piss him off anymore, you gathered yourself much faster than him, ready to dress yourself back up and bolt.

"What are you doing?" Sy asked, looking at you over his shoulder with confusion in his eyes.

"I'm- uh, I was gonna-" you mumbled, pointing to the door but he stopped you.

"Hop on" he said.

He pointed to the desk, and although unsure, you did as he told you. You barely managed to stay awake while he was in the small bathroom attached to his room, but when he returned and placed a damp washcloth between your legs, your mind buzzed awake.

"I hurt you" he said, massaging your thighs as he softly cleaned you up, "I got-"

"No, it's fine" you stopped him, "I'm just exhausted and probably very sore, god, but I'm good"

Sy just nodded, something obviously still bothering him. But he didn’t say anything, and instead, proceeded to clean you up, ending with a gentle kiss against your sensitive opening.

You hissed unconsciously, but then ended up smiling widely, amused with your own reactions. Sy helped you off the desk and guided you to his bed, his hand on your ass as you leaned into his side for support.

“It hurts, right?”

“I’m just sore, it’s fine” you tried to dismiss his concerns, but he wasn’t having it.

Sy grabbed your face into his hands and forced you to look into his eyes, “It’s gotta, darling, you understand that”

You shook your head, smiling, but he wasn’t waiting for your approval.

“Come on” he said, guiding you to lay down, “We have about 2 hours of sleep left, and god knows, you’re gonna need them”

“Fuck yes” you sighed, plopping down next to him.

Although every fiber of your body begged for closeness, you stopped yourself, afraid to not cross any lines. But, much to your surprise, Syverson didn’t waste a second before pulling you into his arms and tucking your head in the crook of his neck. It gave you a sense of security you never felt before in your life - the way his heart beat against your skin. He fell asleep with his arms fastened around your frame, tightening his hold every time you tried to move.

It was just a matter of seconds until you both drifted off. Considering your whereabouts and the circumstances you’ve lived though, it was safe to say this was probably the best night’s sleep you had gotten in months. That was why, when you were pulled awake by him getting ready around the room, you were so disappointed.

“Is it 6 already?” you mumbled, rolling over only to land face first into his pillow.

“Go back to sleep, darling,” Sy said, fastening his belt, “Got some paperwork to do. I’ll cover for you and then I’ll come back with coffee in about 2 hours or so, how’s that sound, hm?”

“Mmm” you moaned, “Perfect”

The last thing you heard was Sy chuckling at himself, and then, you fell back asleep. You had no idea how much time passed until a loud, redundant noise woke you up. It took you about a few seconds to realise what it actually was that you were hearing.

“Y/n?” a grave male voice echoed from behind the door, “You in there?”

After that, he knocked a few times more, before starting to repeatedly slam his fist into the door.

“It’s open, what the fuck-” you groaned, not even standing up from the bed.

Instantly, the door flew open, Sgm. MacGregor bursting into the room, features ablaze with pure anger.

Your face fell.

“Sergeant, I-” you tried to speak, hurrying to find a way to explain what exactly it was that you were doing naked, in a room other than yours, when in fact you should have already been on post for god knows how many hours.

“Don’t even wanna hear it” he groaned, waving towards you, “This is about Captain Syverson”

“What-?” you muttered, “What happ-”

“Shot” he said bluntly, “3 times. You need to move. Now”

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[enigma-im]

Second Day of Christmas...

Trope: Teacher/Student (college) (Nsfw) Relationship: Saytr x Human Word Count: 5,426

I quickly grab my clothes from off the floor, putting them on as I shuffle out of the bedroom. Stopping at the door I look back at the naked satyr lounging tangled in his sheets. I can't help but pat myself on the back with the lay tonight. He is a rather sexy man, putting my past one night stands to shame with skills in the bedroom. Hell, I almost overslept from how exhausted he got me. I debate leaving my number as I walk into the living room. Before I can decide my phone chimes, notifying me of my ride outside.

"Shh, shh," I hush the phone, wincing at its volume. Hearing shuffling from the bedroom I quickly abscond out the front door.

Breakfast with Shelby is live with juicy details of our weekend. She talks about her weekend vacation with her boyfriend to her parent's beach resort. I can't help but scoff at her rich family. They spent most of the time there humping like bunnies on every surface. Minimal time was spent actually on the beach.

I share my weekend events, explaining a night spent man hunting and coming up short till the last minute. A handsome satyr bought me a drink, wooing me with his words before getting me back to his place. The night was honestly great, to a surprising degree. He listened and adapted eagerly to every moaned instruction, going above and beyond before reaching his own end.

"Shame you didn't get his number," she says, swiping through her phone.

"Eh, don't think he would have written. He is more of a once in a lifetime lay more than a potential relationship," I shrug, hiding my true disappointment.

"Who knows, maybe you'll see him again," she giggles at her phone, thoroughly distracted now.

"If that fates demand it," I mumble, finishing off my drink in a single swig.

Classes begin today, starting off the spring semester. My day begins with Calculus, Satan's greatest creation. Bless first-day intros that lack any actual work. Next is ITE, the easiest class for someone using computers since they could read and write. Then the first day of classes ends with English, the most weirdly complicated college course besides science.

I walk in and take the first seat closest to the door. Dropping my bag on my desk I begin checking my messages before class begins. I respect the amount of money I spent on these classes not to get distracted by my mobile device. Don't respect that class, but the copious amounts of money spent to sit here and do nothing till I can go home and reteach it all to myself.

The class fills up till it's at compacity, normal for the first day. The teacher walks in shortly after we were scheduled to start, dropping his case on to his desk.

"Hello, hello. Welcome to English 111, I am Mr. Farfick," the teacher begins the class. I set down my phone, shoving it into my bag as I give my sole attention to Mr. Farfick. Our eyes meet immediately as he is already staring, stiff as a bored and white as a sheet. I feel to be in a similar fashion as my blood runs cold and a nervous chuckle wishes to leave my throat.

Hello, Mr. Best-One-Night-Stand-Ever.

The hour and a half are spent in thick tension. Everyone else seems oblivious to the teacher and I's strife. Tobias- Mr. Farfick is fidgeting as he hands out papers, avoiding all contact with me as I do the same. I can't bring myself to look to the teacher who spent hours last week between my legs. Like, how would any expect to look at this man and not have your first thought be him giving you bedroom eyes while eating you out? That's just evil.

2 o'clock couldn't come fast enough, me being the first to bolt out the room. I race to my car, flustered all to hell as unwanted images of his o-face pops into my mind. It plays on repeat, evening morphing scenes to him at his desk doing the same. I can't drop it, I'm not 100% sure if I want to. I shake my head at the idea.

I have to change classes.

The next day I head to the offices to talk with a counselor about changing teachers. I sit in the waiting room longer than necessary till I'm called back. I jump, following the woman into her small box office.

'Hello, what can I help you with today," she asks, already clicking away on her computer.

"Uh, I was curious about other English 111 classes, the day isn't really working for me," I lie.

She nods," of course, let's see. We have a Tuesday and Thursday class at 11 am with Mr. Farfick, or Monday and Wednesday at 12:30 am with the same teacher."

I wince," no other teacher?"

She clicks away again, giving a sorrowful look," no, it appears he is the only available English teacher this semester. I can promise you that he has received nothing but praises from the previous student. He is a good teacher."

'also a good student', I think to myself.

"Alright, I trust you. I guess I'll have to keep it as is and figure it out myself. Thank you," I stand, heading out the office," have a good day."

"You too, bye," she smiles sweetly. I smile back, dropping it with a groan once out of sight. It seems I have no other options besides wasting a semester taking one class later. I have to deal with him.

Class the next day is equally tense as the one before. He ignores me altogether, not even looking to my side of the room as he speaks to the class. I can't blame him, even though it stings a bit. Right now I can't stare at him too long or saucy images pop into my head. Instead of paying attention, I come up with a plan of attack.

The obvious option is to talk to him, getting all out in the open. We were two consenting adults, there was nothing wrong with what we did. He wasn't my teacher and I wasn't his student, if anything it was the other way around. His pleased grin as he watches me cum on his fingers comes to mind. I shake my head from the thought.

2 o'clock comes around, startling me from my thoughts. I watch as the class heads out, leaving me to slowly pack as to stall. As the last student walks out I make my move. I stand before Tobias-Mr. Farfick-, startling him when he looks up.

"H-hello," he greets. It's kind of cute to see him so flustered.

"We should talk," I get straight to the point. He drops his shoulders, sighing as he looks around. He stands from his desk, grabbing his bag as he heads to the door.

"Let's talk in my office then," he leaves me to follow.

We walk up to the teacher's offices, stopping by one as he unlocks the door. He waves me inside, shutting it behind himself as he lounges against it. I look around his station, stalling a bit as I admire his knickknacks and pictures.

"Nice office," I say.

"Thanks," he answers. I glance over at the couch against the wall.

"You have a couch," I say casually," that's neat."

"Yea, I sometimes sleep here when I need it," he answers.

The silence is deafening as small talk falls flat. I sigh, knowing avoiding this won't do us any good.

"About, uh, last week. We don't need to let that affect our school relationship. I won't bring it up if you don't and we can just pretend it didn't happen," I offer.

He jumps from the door," right! I'm sorry I've been so skittish in class, this kind of thing has never happened before and I really didn't know what to do."

"yea, can't say that I've run into this issue before either," I joke with a dry laugh.

The silence comes back just as strong, suffocating me as I try to think of anything to say. I kick my shoe against his carpet, cleaning off a bit of dirt. With a huff, I look back at him.

"Well, I guess that's it. I'm going to head out now," I point to the door," yep." I skirt past him, grabbing the handle. As I tug it open he speaks.

"Why did you leave in the middle of the night," he asks. I freeze, confused. I shut the door as I turn back to him.

"What?"

"Before, you snuck out before morning and I was really wondering why. I don't do the one-night stand thing often but when I have they normally stay for breakfast," he explains. I'm caught off guard by his genuine displeasure of me leaving that night. In my experience men generally don't want me around the next morning.

"You wanted me to stay for breakfast," I ask dumbfounded.

"well yea," he says like it was obvious," you were really fun at the bar and I wanted to try to get your number if you were up for that."

"You wanted my number?"

"of course. I thought the night was fun, even great, and going out for dinner sometime was something I wanted to do with you," he shrugs," but you clearly weren't up for that as you snuck out in the middle of the night."

I stare at him even more confused," you wanted to get dinner sometime?"

"Can you stop repeating what I've said," he snaps," you know what, never mind. I was just curious and for the next week I kept thinking, 'did I do something wrong' 'was the sex not that good'? It hardly matters now so excuse me for taking up your time. Feel free to see yourself out." he stomps out of the way, his hooves clomping on the floor. I continue to look at him dumbfounded, utterly conflicted at his confession. No man has ever wanted me to stick around.

His dejected face plucks at my heart as my emotions guide me forward. Without truly thinking I grab his tie and tugs him close, pressing my lips to his in a determined kiss. He jumps, not reacting as I pull away.

"If I'd known you wanted me to stay for breakfast I would have stayed. I would have love to give you my number. I honestly don't know if I would have agreed to dinner but my answer may have leaned towards yes, and you were the best sex I ever had," I ramble on, answering all his questions in one go.

It takes a moment for him to catch up, I give him a second to catch up. I fiddle with his tie, becoming nervous as he stares at me dazed.

"The best sex you ever had," he huffs with a smile.

"By a long shot," I smile wide. He grabs me and tugs me against his body as he steals a kiss. The taunt string that sat between us snaps as he backs me against his desk. He lifts me easily onto the tabletop, fitting himself between my legs. I run my hands through his hair, petting at his horns before tugging him closer.

Our tongues mix as we fiddle with one another's pants. I reach into his easily, finding his hard cock and pulling it out. He unbuttons my pants, tugging them hard down my legs. As I jerk him off he splits away from my lips, a string of saliva connecting us. I lick it away, grinning like a fool at his dazed face. I palm him, pleased to be reacquainted once more. With a groan he splits my legs farther, shoving my underwear to the side to pet at my cunt.

"So wet," he hums," I need you."

I squeeze his cock as I whisper in his ear," then take me, Professor." he rewards me with another moan, his head dropping to my shoulder as he shoos my hand away from his cock. He tugs me to the end of the desk, wrapping my legs around him as he thrusts in.

He whines," Divine.' I couldn't agree more.

He doesn't draw this out any longer, grabbing my hips and pumping into me. We both grunt and groan, keeping quiet despite the thumps of his thighs hitting the desk are louder than us. I hold on to him, already feeling the throbbing in my clit. Everything about this adds to the appeal. Fucking in his office where anyone can walk in. Fucking my teacher shortly after class. Fucking the sexy Satyr from last week. All together brings me towards my climax faster than normal.

Tobias grunts, stuttering in his movement. He begins panting, lazily kissing my shoulder. His hand snakes around from my hip to where we meet, beginning to rub at my clit with practiced ease. It seems he hasn't forgotten. I choke on a cry, burying my face against his neck as I tug on his tie and fist his hair.

"Please, please," I ramble under my breath. My body feels like fire as my coming climax starts to wash over me. I jerk into his next few thrust, wanting to worship his magic fingers. I cum with a surprised yelp, biting into my fist as my legs tremble around his hips. He grunts, his face pinching in agony as he bucks wildly. A few wavy moans leave his lips as he tosses his head back. I feel him cum, pulsing as he fills me. I shudder at the feeling, my nails digging into his hair.

He comes back to himself first, dropping his head so his hair obscures his face. With a large breath, he looks at me between his bangs. He smiles, getting me to smile back.

"Never disappoint, Annika," he praises. I nearly giggle like a girl at that.

"Not so bad yourself," I tug on his tie, pulling him into a kiss. We bask in the afterglow, feeling high as we lazily kiss. It isn't till someone knocks on his door does the reality of our situation sink in.

Quickly, he pulls out, tucking himself away as I right my underwear. He straightens his tie, fixing his hair as I hop off the desk to pull on my pants. I feel his cum dribble out, shivering in mild disgust at the feeling. I walk over to my bag swinging it over my shoulder as Tobias- Mr. Farfick- answers the door.

"Hello," an older woman greets," Do you have a moment?" she glances at me then back to him.

"Uh, yea," he jumps to attention," we finished our conversation, let me just see Mrs. Annika out."

The older woman walks in, stepping near his desk, as he guides me to the door. I step out into the hall, turning to him when I notice him lingering. He grabs the door and doorframe, leaning towards me to whisper in my ear.

"See you in class next week," he purrs. A blush curls up against my neck as I give an unsteady, 'ok'. He chuckles, warm and deep, before shutting the door.

I stare at the closed door for a moment, everything truly setting in now that I'm alone. A shiver of excitement rumbles around my body as I rush down the hall. I make it out of the building and to my car where I sit in silence to think about everything.

"He creampied me in his office," I say surprised," my teacher creampied me." I grab the steering wheel to steady myself, groaning in discomfort. "what the hell is wrong with me," I shout," nobody actually does this! I don't do things like this, I'm a semi-good person who definitely doesn't sleep with their fucking teacher!"

I try to scold myself, I really do, but it was all too good to be truly mad about it. Tobias is just… he is fantastic. I know if given the chance to sleep with him again I would take it, with no hesitations. Still, it's my teacher. Sure he is my teacher for just the semester and I met him before then, but should it be an issue? Will he get fired if someone knew? This isn't high school rules anymore, it's not illegal, but he could get fired.

"fuck," I thunk my head on the steering wheel," he better know what he's doing because I sure as hell don't."

I finally drive home, still going over what happened. The weekend comes and goes as I get the minimal homework I have done. When Monday comes I'm almost giddy at the aspect of having English today. Who knew the only way to get me excited over school was to fuck my teacher?

Calculus almost gets my mood down, almost. ITE continues to be the easiest class in existence. Finally, English 111.

Mr. Farfick is here on time, sitting on his computer and not paying anyone a bit of mind. I sit in my previous spot by the door, trying my damndest not to stare at him. We didn't decide if we were going to ignore what happened, the two cases of it. Are we pretending it didn't happen? Will it happen again? I nearly moaned at the idea of it happening again.

"Hello, hello," he greets," I hope you all had a lovely weekend and managed to get the one assignment I gave you done." he looks out to the class, not avoiding me but not paying attention. Are we pretending it never happened? A few people groan out a droll yes as we all get out our assignment.

He walks the room, picking them up at the end of each row. As he passes mine he stops.

"Did you do your homework," he asks casually. I hand him the stack with a nod. He mumbles loud enough for me," Good girl," and walks on. I choke on my breath, gulping hard as I try not to smile like a fool.

Guess we aren't ignoring anything.

Class is filled with subtle glances and double meaning remarks. It's hard to not give him flirty looks and twirl my hair like some freshman. I try to keep it professional while playing along. Class ends and I stall putting my things away. As the last student leaves, I walk up to his desk.

"Afternoon, Annika," he smiles to himself as he works on his computer," do you need something?"

"Besides you," I shrug, resting my hip next to his desk," maybe."

He looks up with a pleased grin," you need me? Should I be so tempted?"

"Not yet, I have some questions," I say with a bit more seriousness. He sobers a bit, leaning forward on crossed arms.

"What can I help you with, Annika," he asks. His genuine want to help shines through as he focuses solely on me. It makes me stutter a little, my heartwarming up more to him.

"two things," I start," what's happening here, and will we get in trouble for it?" it's best to cut to the chase with this.

He smiles again," worried, Annika?"

"About my degree, yes," I answer honestly.

He drops his chin to his desk," you won't get in trouble, I might, but it's mostly surface-level disciplinary actions like time off and pay cut."

"Are you so willing to lose money because of a fling," I ask, a little angry at his lack of self-preservation.

"A fling," he cocks a brow," would I be too bold to want more than that?"

I recoil at him, not put off but surprised. "You want a relationship or something," I ask.

He nods," I told you I liked you, Annika, and I'd like to see where this goes. Of course, I'm not going to force you but if I want something I generally go for it. To let a few weeks decide if I should drop all feelings for you or not seems rather stupid. I won't be your teacher for long, and you won't be my student for long. So why stall just so we don't feel weird about it?"

I watch him, a bit lost in thought. I mean, he has a point. As long as I don't get in trouble and he doesn't care about getting in trouble then what's the issue? Still, it begs the question of 'am I interested in being in a relationship with him?'. I look at his eager face, seeing the dorky man that lies within. He is excited and I think I feel that too.

"ok," I shrug.

"Ok?"

"ok, as in yes or sure. Generally another word for affirmation," I explain as I reach into my bag, ripping a small piece of paper out.

He watches eagerly," I know what that means, but what are you affirming?"

I write my number on the paper, handing it to him," to going out. Now I have to leave, feel free to write."

I walk out with a cute little wave. He looks from me to the paper, smiling wide as he gets his phone out. I walk out of the building with a pep in my step.

He calls later that day, to my surprise. I answer the unsaved number knowing fully well who it is.

"Hello, hello," I mimic his class greetings.

"evening, Annika, hope I'm not calling at a bad time," his voice purrs through the speaker. I lounge back in my bed, pinching the phone between my ear and shoulder.

"Of course not, I was just doing some boring English homework," I tease.

"Boring? How rude of the teacher to give out such lame assignments then," he answers. I snort, shaking my head.

"It's fine, he's pretty cute so he can get away with keeping English boring," I joke.

"We will get back to the cute part, you don't like English?"

I grab the paper on the bed, looking it over," it's not my favorite, I tolerate it. Perhaps I just need proper motivation."

"What kind of motivation?"

I hum," not sure, some positive reinforcement wouldn't hurt."

"like perhaps an evening with your 'cute' professor," he asks, his voice low and sultry. I nibble on my lip, feeling giddy.

"Wouldn't hurt," I bite back a smile," I heard he is really good in bed."

"Is that right? I don't think he would mind giving up some of his free time to keep you motivated to pass," he says.

"you would know?"

"of course, I'm really close with him," he drops his game, speaking without the erotic purr," can we stop pretending I'm not him, I'm getting hard and I wanted to have an actual conversation with you."

I bark out a laugh," you're hard? I didn't even do anything."

He snorts," oh, you did plenty. I could barely sit in class today without thinking about bending you over my desk. See your cute little pussy soaked and spread for my enjoyment."

"that's so cruel, how am I to sit in class now knowing what your thinking. Every time you walk by I just wanna grab your horns and drag you to you're knees to get you to work on getting this 'little pussy' ready for your enjoyment," I tease back. I hear a faint groan from him as if he pulled the phone away.

"Stop, I wanted to be a gentleman and ask you how your day was," he scolds.

"well it's better now, only if you were here to deal with this throbbing between my legs it would be amazing," I grin as he groans again.

"Naughty, naughty," he tsks," tell me about your day and we can decide tomorrow how to deal with you in my office."

"Promise," I ask.

"Promise," he says firmly.

We actually manage to talk about something other than sex. I talk about my day, as does he, and go on about my degree. It's sweet how attentive he is throughout, adding feedback about class courses and teacher drama. The entire time we talk I can't wipe the smile off my face.

The next day in his office is…eventful.

"Fuck," he moans near my ear. He pounds into me against his bookshelf, the shelves hitting uncomfortably against my back. I can't bother to care as his finger rubs my clit and his cock pumps into me. Small wails leave my lips, leading him to cover my mouth with his own. Our cries of pleasure mix, his hips adding the beat to our music of the body.

"Please," I beg against his lips.

"I got you," he mumbles. I grapple at his shoulders, squeezing him closer with my legs and grinding into his thrusts. He grabs my hands from around him, pinning them on the shelf with our fingers clasped together. He kisses me, swallowing my groans as I fall apart.

"T-Tobias," I shutter.

"Annika," he echoes back, squeezing my hand as his face pinches. His cum floods me once again, painting my insides with his seed. We rest against each other, breathing heavily in the silent room. Tobias rocks his hips slowly, leaning down to press sweet kisses to my cheek and neck.

"So beautiful," he whispers," I could stay like this forever."

I smile lazily," yea, I could to-" I'm interrupted by a knock at the door.

"Mr. Farfick," a younger voice calls out. Their silhouette is partially seen through the frosted glass.

"Shit," Tobias- Mr. Farfick- curses. He pulls out, setting me down gently on my feet. I watch him fumble with his clothes, tucking himself away and rebuttoning his shirt. He is quite the sight as I slowly fix my clothes.

"Seem a bit flustered there," I tease.

He looks to me a bit panicked as he fixes his tie," well yea, there is a student at my door."

"Mr. Farfick," they call again.

"Just a moment," he answers back.

I button my shorts as a mischievous smile curls my lips," I thought you didn't mind getting caught."

"No, I said it's not a big deal if I get caught, but I rather not if I can help it," he corrects. I stand at the bookshelf with my shirt still undone and bra unhooked. With him all proper and straight he looks to me, his eyes drop to my breast before he looks back to me.

He squints as he walks over and begins to right my clothes," Don't be evil right now."

I tug his tie and brings him in for a kiss," who says I'm being evil."

He closes his eye in frustration, growling low in his throat," be a good girl and go sit down by the desk."

"Ok, Mr. Farfick," I purr, kissing his cheek before I sit back down. He huffs, walking over to the door. Before he opens it he throws me a warning look.

"Sorry, I was speaking with another student. What do you need," he asks the tall lad before him. I don't bother paying attention, looking around his room, and thinking back on moments ago.

I don't hear him shut the door or walk over till he grabs my hair and slowly guides my head back. He scowls down at me, pulling my hair a little tighter

"Something wrong," I ask casually.

"You, young lady, are in big trouble," he twists my chair and frames me with his arms. I grab his tie again, pulling him closer.

"what? Little old me," I mock innocence. He rolls his eyes, letting me tug him in for a kiss.

The semester is a lot more fun than I anticipated. We have fewer moments in his office after the last incident with the student. But we make up for it at his place on the weekends. English becomes a lot more fun when every good grade is rewarded with gratuitous sex.

At the final week of class, I lay in Tobias' bed, snuggled up in his arms after another study session. I pet my foot up his hairy legs, relishing in the softness of his fur. He opens his eyes, a lazy smile decorating his face.

"Hi," I whisper.

"Hello," he shuts his eyes back, pulling me closer.

"Finals are next week, imma be a bit too busy to come over," I say quietly, not wanting to break the peace of the room.

He hums, answering in his gravelly voice," you sure you don't want some help studying?"

"I actually need to study," I answer," we do a lot less studying when together."

He gropes at my ass," I don't know what you mean, I think we did a lot of studying tonight."

I snort," yea if I was taking anatomy." he chuckles, snuggling his face against my chest. I pet at his hair, pushing it off his forehead and around his horns.

"I wanna make a deal if I have to spend a week without you," he grumbles from between my breast.

"What kind of deal," I scratch the back of his head. He hums, rubbing his cheeks against my boob.

"Pass all your exams and I'll take you out to dinner as a reward. Nothing cheap, but a genuine date," he looks up at me as he speaks. We haven't gone out before, deciding against it for reasons. The fact that he wants to almost knocks the breath from me. A part of me always saw this as a fling, even though he hasn't validated that thought. We talk, often, but sex is a given anytime we're in the same room. It's nice to be properly taken out, shown off without the threat of consequences.

"And if I fail," I ask instead of answering. He cocks a brow, rising and crawling over me. I pet at his chest, smiling at where this was going. He leans down, kissing under my jaw.

He whispers," let's just say, I suggest you don't." I can't stop the girlish giggle that leaves my mouth, relishing in the love bites being littered across my neck.

The next week is rather torturous. I nearly call Tobias just to get an excuse to stop doing study packets. I hold strong, keeping distractions to a minimum. For some reason, I really wanna get the best grade I can, perhaps to have something to be proud of when I show Tobias. I fluster at the idea that I want to impress him.

Exams are torturous, especially in Calculus. The ITE exam was a joke, only one or two questions being confusing. English wasn't hard but trying to focus with Tobias just a few feet away was its own form of torture. When he walked around the room I nearly covered my answers in pure nervousness. The one time I catch his eyes, he gives a sweet motivating smile. I keep that with me as I turn in the test and walk out.

I don't see Tobias till grades are posted, wanting to give him whatever news I have the second I know. I skip to his house, feeling giddy as I knock on his door. I bounce on my toes, waiting for him to answer as I pinch my phone in my hand. The door opens and I nearly shove the phone in his face with my excitement.

"I passed them all," I cheer. He takes the phone from me, checking it over.

"Got a C in calculus," he tries to scold, a smile still tugging on the corners of his mouth.

I roll my eyes," C's get degrees, you try taking that class."

"You're right, I can't talk, I failed calculus in high school," he sets my phone on the table by the door and picks me up. I wrap my legs around his waist, hugging him as we walk inside.

"So dinner this weekend," I ask, bouncing in his hold.

"Well, since you were such a good girl. I guess," he jokes," but first, I've missed you." he carries me over to his bedroom, dropping me on the bed before crawling over me. I drag him down for a kiss, smiling like a fool the entire time.

"Proud of you," he says between kisses," you did very well."

"it's because I had a good teacher," I tease. He snorts, working on removing my clothes as I work on his.

I do hope the sex isn't different now that he isn't my teacher. He makes me swallow those words that night.

#12 days of christmas #12 tropes for christmas #teacher/student #exophilia #monster boyfriend #Enigma-IM #satyr boyfriend

[sharperthewriter]

Chapter 3 of Possible-y Utah

Chapter 3 - Surprising the DrsP

(45 minutes later)

Kim looked around and saw that only 20 students still remained in the gym.

"Um...where did everyone go?" she asked.

"Maybe it's getting a bit late." Ron answered.

"Late..." Kim muttered to herself and then she gasped.

(Flashback, Six Hours Ago)

James cleared his throat and exclaimed, "Let's get a few things clear right up front."

Eric, without hesitation, replied "Oh, you read my mind, sir. Now, Kim explained that her

normal curfew is 10 o'clock but on special occasions and

rescue missions, you extend that to 11. I'd feel better

if we stick with 10."

(End Flashback)

"Rufus?!" Kim exclaimed.

Rufus came out onto the table and saluted.

"What time is it on the Kimmunicator?" she asked.

Rufus got out Kim's Kimmunicator from her handbag. It read the time: 12:18am.

Kim gasped, "Oh no!"

"What is it, KP?" Ron questioned, alert.

"I promised Dad that we would be back by 11pm and it's after midnight!" Kim exclaimed, "Oh no...he's definitely going to kill me for sure! I'll just send him a text on my phone, letting him know that me and Ron will be back at the house!"

"And there's the other little thing..." Ron interrupted her.

"Ron...must you compile the sitch a bit more?" Kim groaned.

"Sorry about that, Kim. How are we going to get a ride home?" Ron said. "We used the last bit of your brother's rocket fuel to get from BN HQ to the gym."

Kim then looked at Jessica, Monique and Tara on the table.

"Awww...you aren't coming to the post-prom party at my house? It has plenty of room!" Jessica insisted.

"Sorry, Jess." Kim replied, "I gotta get home to the 'rents. Maybe when Senior Prom comes around, we can do that."

"Okay, sounds like a good idea." Jessica replied.

"And I came in one of the stretch limos." Monique added.

"So that pretty much leaves Tara." Kim replied, eyeing the blonde's set of car keys.

"I got my drive's license last week, so I'll be more than happy to drive you two back to Mr. Possible's house!" Tara insisted on the request.

"Then that sitch has been settled!" Kim said, "It's been a long night for me and Ron and we do need to get back home."

(35 minutes later)

Tara's car drove the couple back up to the Possible house, which still had the FEMA-blue tarp on its roof from the Diablos.

"Thanks for the emergency ride, Tara!" Kim smiled with Ron in the backseat, wrapping his arm around her back. He also put his baby blue prom coat, around Kim's shoulders.

"A bon-diggety ride, to be exact!" Ron agreed.

Tara replied with a grin, "It's the least I can do, Kim, after you saved my puppy from the storm drain a couple weeks ago!"

"So not the drama, Tara! I always help people in need!" Kim agreed.

"Night, Kim. I'll probably see you on Monday at chemistry class." Tara said, putting her hands on the steering wheel.

"Same here!" Kim said. Both she and Ron got out of the back of the car.

Tara started up the car and drove out into the dark of the night.

"So...ready to break the news to your 'rents?" Ron asked, offering his hand.

"You know I am more than ready, Ron, even though I am probably going to be grounded for being late due to...you know...all that's happened tonight." Kim said, taking a deep breath, and grabbing Ron's hand.

The two, holding hands, walked up to the front door of the house. Ron knocked on the door three times.

The door slowly opened, showing James.

"Hello, you two!" James said before opening the door fully, showing them holding hands.

He paused for a moment at this sight and said, "I guess I have a great many questions to ask."

"You do, Dad. Where is Mom, by the way?" Kim asked.

"She is in the den, Kimmie-cub."

"OK, sounds good!" _

(12:56am)

The couple and James all walked into the den where Ann was waiting for them. She was in her teddy bear pajamas and bunny slippers.

When she saw both Kim and Ron holding hands, her eyes widened with joy and she began to squeal.

"James! You have to check this out! Kimberly and Ron are..."

"Yep, Mom! Me and Ron are officially BF and GF!" Kim proclaimed. "And I won as Junior Prom Queen!" she added, pointing to her crown and sash

"I'm very excited for you!" Ann exclaimed "Did you manage to get your first kiss?"

"Actually, Mom, we did! Monique was the one who took the pic!" Kim grinned, taking out her digital camera from her handbag. She scrolled the about 60 pictures she took during the dance. She got to the one where Kim and Ron kissed for the first time.

"Awwww...you two are so sweet in that pic!" Ann smiled.

"I totally like this!" James exclaimed, seeing the photo with satisfaction.

Then something came to his mind.

"What happened with Eric?" he asked.

"Ron, should we give him the long version or the short version?" Kim questioned to her new BF.

Ron and Rufus yawned and were rubbing their eyes. "Me and Rufus are about to crash."

"So short version of the sitch it is." Kim replied. "As it turned out, Dad, Eric was nothing more than a fake."

"We both meant that very literally..." Ron interjected.

"He was a Synthodrone created by Drakken to keep me distracted from his Diablo plot." Kim explained.

"And as it turned out, he was a liar too!" Ron exclaimed. "He claimed that he liked naked mole rats!"

Rufus then chittered angrily.

"Eric got a taste of his own medicine." Kim smirked, "Rufus bit him and he shriveled up like a prune with the scrambler in his hands. Destroyed the tower as well!"

"So Drakken not only managed to steal the Hepheastus project for those toys, he also nearly broke my daughter's heart?!" James growled, raising his fist at the blue tarp covering his roof.

"Yes, but thankfully, when the chips were down and I nearly gave up, Ron 'fessed his feelings for me!" Kim smiled, "And thanks to him, we stopped Drakken's scheme once and for all!"

"That's very good to hear." James said, "Now I think we should all go to bed. It is past 1 in the morning."

Kim then yawned, "Agreed, Dad!"

"I guess I'm going to be heading back to the ol' Stoppable abode!" Ron said.

"But first, a little good-night kiss for the road!" Kim grinned, giving Ron a kiss on the lips.

"Night, KP! This has been the best night of both our lives!" Ron replied with a wide smile across his face.

"You can say that again, Ron!" Kim giggled.

(20 minutes later)

Kim, now alone in her bedroom, began to yawn.

"Now...time for sleep..."

But before she could get into her bed, both Jim and Tim appeared.

Jim began, "Hey Kim, did you get..."

"...infected by the cootie monster?" Tim finished.

"No, I haven't, Tweebs!" Kim muttered, "And shouldn't you two be in bed by now?"

"It's the weekend! We usually stay..." Jim began

And Tim finished, "...up later than usual!"

"Now if you don't mind, we are..." Jim then began his next sentence,

"...going to work on our inventions." Tim added.

"I have the earplugs on standby just in case." Kim said, pointing to the earplugs on her nightstand. "Oh and Tweebs..."

Jim and Tim stopped for a moment at what their sister was about to say.

"Thanks for helping me and Ron out back there!" she said with a smile to the two. "Now good night!"

With that, the Tweebs left her behind and Kim turned out the lights, reflecting on the most eventful night of her life.

#kim possible #fanfiction #possible-y utah #ron stoppable #kim x ron #james possible #the tweebs #ann possible #tara #jessica #jim possible #tim possible

[red-doll-face]

locked in. [michael myers x gn!reader]

Ok, SO. this is my first slasher fic ever so be gentle, or else I will cry. This isn’t a specific version of Mikey so feel free to imagine any version you like, Thank you for reading this shit, 😳

Summary: You don’t want to think about it. How hard you’re breathing. How much you hope that his hearing isn’t so great in that mask. How much you wished, no matter how cruel, that he had entered someone else’s house. Maybe the neighbors had a gun. A well placed baseball bat. You didn’t. And it was too late. He had chosen this house. No matter how indeliberate or random the choice. It was still you.

WC: 2899

Warnings: stalking, implied kidnapping, creepy mikey (but that’s to be expected)

The sun offered its blistering warmth that fell gently, swayed by the autumn breeze that afternoon, which moved the leaves in their races across the porch, tumbling and piling up in the corners. The day had progressed normally. Like any other day that passed before it; inconsequential and in no way seemed to affect your life specifically, Halloween being of no special importance. The cover of night time seemed to change that air of normality. The sun fell into the ground as slow as always and came all too quickly. If you had known what awaited you in the silver night that shrouded the windows and darkened the doorways, you would have vehemently begged for the sun to stay. For Halloween night to never come.

_

Television noise filtered through, duly registered, and in large part ignored due to the hesitant call of school work.

A heavy sigh pushed through your lips, and after that, the pervasive silence that blared after the break of a long time spent focusing. Fall weather chill came from the open window overlooking the yard above your desk, workspace cast in the sparse light of the small lamp, kept there for your neverending school work.

Silence prevailing over the house, besides a static-y television, you realized that your parents must have left for that stupid Halloween party. The one at your parents’ job that offered the free alcohol and tepid conversation that careened in circles. ‘How are you doing?’ s exchanged, launching into an awkward silence before someone hopefully picks a good joke or something cheesy. All of the couples’ costumes explanation nightmares. Every horrible attempt at socialization a broken record that played the same section over and over… The schoolwork was better.

“Again, the town of Haddonfield, Illinois is plunged into another horrible Halloween-” the finger over the button put a quick end to the reporters nonsense as you rubbed at your eyes. 10:24 p.m. Not so bad, a few good hours of working afforded you some rest from your class discussion notes. The doorbell startled you after the white noise of 10 o'clock news stopped filling the room. Giggles and quiet chatter came from the front door. Oh, yeah. It was Halloween and the children were out on the hunt for candy. You almost forgot kids do that.

“Trick or Treat!” a group of kids no older than 9 accompanied by two watchful mothers held bags open, ready to receive the gift of sugar.

"Here you guys go,” you said, with as best a smile you could offer the children at her door. “Happy Halloween.” they ran back to their parents, only saying thank you when the two women scolded them for being so rude. You smiled and gave a small wave to the mothers and shut the door. The red plastic bowl for the candy now sat empty by the front door table.

“Sorry, no more candy.” You muttered to yourself, flipping the switch to the light on the front porch. It was darker outside than you thought but you didn’t want kids expecting candy come to the door.

After a snack and some juice enjoyed in silence, or rather to the serenade of crickets and what little children or teens still lingered on the quiet streets of Haddonfield, you refill the glass and made the begrudging journey back to the books. But little complaining was done when you considered the alternative. Another half-hour of work passed you by and when your glass of juice revealed itself to be empty, your thirst won out and you trekked back to the kitchen.

It would have been normal if the back door hadn’t been open. When you turned to find the source of the chill creeping up your legs you found the back door ajar, letting in the cool air. A stint of fear shot through your veins until the wind shut it back closed in a violent bang. The wind might have blown it open, you rationalized in silent contemplation. The wind is often to blame. Your father used to say that about the noises in your house so you figured it must be the cause. It’s always the cause.

Quietly padding to the slamming door, you wondered how long this had been going on. You hadn’t heard it earlier when the TV was on and even after that. So when exactly did the wind begin to blow open your backdoor? A quick peek into the backyard didn’t answer any questions and only worked against you, ranking up your fear. The darkness crowded around the bleak circle of light the backyard lights emitted and stretched back to the trees lining the fence and even further after that. You shivered and huddled into the comfort of home, locking the door securely. Making sure to be deliberate. If it happened again, then you should be fearful.

When you had finally made it back upstairs after your little backdoor scare, your homework greeted you like a solemn reminder: due tomorrow. With a weak plop into the desk chair, you grabbed a pen and continued where you left off. But thoughts about the backdoor snuck up on you. For the life of you, you couldn’t pinpoint a certain moment; besides when you walked into the kitchen, where you could remember the sound of the backdoor banging on the now battered wall. You shake your head, your logical self trying its best to keep you on track.

'It was just the wind, mom and dad probably just forgot to lock it’.

Momentary placation drove your brain back into work, scribbling notes to distract. To calm. Notes were calming in the place of the implications your wide-open back door held over you.

One more half-hour. 11:03 p.m. glowed on your alarm clock. One more hour before your alarm would go off, demanding you go to bed. Groggy mornings would be the death of you. The phone makes you jump and you sigh again before trotting downstairs. You answer the phone, plucking it off the wall.

“Hello?” You answered tiredly, emphasizing how much you disliked being startled.

“Ohh, honey, we were just- stop that!” Raucous giggling and party chatter streamed through the phone. You rolled your eyes.

“We called to ask you how you were doing? Hard at work, I hope. My hardworking baby.” your mom cooed and you simply set your mouth in a line. So hard at work. Working so hard.

“Yeah, mom when are you coming home?”

“Your father and I will be home in an hour. There’s an afterparty! How exclusive is that? I feel like a celebrity; like I won an Oscar!” you rolled your eyes, that one a little more meaningful “Afterparty…” your mom sighed wistfully as if her quaint office party compared to an Oscars afterparty.

"Ok, well just get home safe. You worked out who’s driving ?”

“So responsible. Yes, yes we have all that worked out.” She whispered to someone else nearby and she gave a quick 'love you, bye!’ Before hanging up. Hm. you lingered at the phone for a while, putting it back on the hook delicately, the 'clack’ sound soothing in a strange sort of way. Then something much less comforting echoed through the barren lonely wasteland that was your house.

A creak.

You stilled. It was not you and that you were sure of. You hadn’t moved and even if you did, you know exactly where each creaky floorboard in your house is. There isn’t one by the phone.

'Old bones’ grandpa would say.

'What an imagination on you! The things you’ll do with it!’ your mom would say.

'The wind’ dad would say in that gruff tone he had when he was busy.

With all of those reminders, you couldn’t be sure. Was there someone in your house? Your friends did mention the local psycho killer and his October shenanigans. Some sort of escaped mental patient. But that was a local legend. He spent his Halloweens in a cell.

Then other, less silly options came to mind. Robbers, realistic killers, the Ted Bundy kind. The ones who were less legend and more substance. More manipulative than a faceless shape peeking from the shadows.

“Imagination” you rationalized. All those work hours were taking their toll. The words whirled around and finally sleep called.

But when you think about it, you weren’t so tired. Not sleepy. Only worried. The backdoor banging against the wall and now this ominous creak were like a storm on the horizon. When you really think about it, you want to leave.

'Silly, silly.’ you thought. This is your home. The safest place you know. Your room has a lock. And so do the windows. Nothing to be afraid of, surrounded by the safe and secure interior of the house you grew up in.

Thus began the slow cycle around your warm, familiar home. Every window and door leading directly outside was closed and locked up for the night. Locked tight and double-checked. All the dark corners and closets were searched and you finally felt like you could sit without feeling imaginary eyes burning holes into the back of your neck. Every door was closed as to alert you if you saw one open and you finally settled in.

Your nightly routine brought its comfort in that it was ritualistic. It repeats every night and you do it without fail. Brush teeth, clean and wash face, comb hair, prep hair, change clothes, old clothes in the hamper, open stupid shower curtains, dry face with a towel if still wet, plan out next days outfit, Put away books…

Each book found its place in your bookbag and it was placed by your room door for easy takeaway. and finally, the usual glass of water. the same glass with water from the gallon and chilled just how you liked it. No matter what mom and dad say about your strange habits, the glass of water was necessary. It just was.

The stairs didn’t so much as creak as you crept down them, thankful you didn’t turn off all the lights. You filled your glass and slowly made your way up to your room.

A noise, just behind, well not just but somewhere behind you. You whipped around, expecting to see the shadow of something that meant you harm but you didn’t see anything. When you turned back around you could see it. That something that meant you harm. Your throat went dry and your heart stopped.

At the top of the stairs was the tallest man you’d ever seen, wielding a giant kitchen knife and wearing dark blue coveralls. His shadow fell over your face and you couldn’t even think to run. The black holes cut in his white mask seemed viscous, like a bird of prey. Watching, waiting, timing, capturing. You were sure that you were the rabbit in this situation. Sure to end up the hawks meal. Or perhaps the owl as he tilted his head at you. He descended a step and you followed suit, taking a step back, trembling hands dripping water from the glass that might just cost you your life or save it.

You tossed the glass at him, hitting him square in the forearm he raised to fend off the clear shattered remains and you took the opportunity to bolt. He didn’t give chase but you knew he wouldn’t just let you leave. That’s not the endgame. Not for him anyway. The pantry called you, but first, you had to lead him astray. The pantry was the most obvious choice. In the movies, that’s how all the dummies die. Grabbing a chair from the dining table, you tossed it into the window and then hastily dashed into the pantry.

This was a mistake. But only if you made it that way. Surrounded by crinkling bags and carefully stacked boxes, absolutely no movement could be made. Not if you wanted to get away with your life.

The heavy footsteps thudded down the stairs. Creaking on every step, it had never occurred to you that you might be more nimble than your killer, or your killer would be heavier than your dad. The crunch of broken glass from afar signaled the glass you threw.

He passed over it, unfazed and you cover your mouth, afraid even the slightest breath would tell him where you were hiding. He was the local legend after all. You tried to pretend this was extreme hide and seek. Having your life on the line, however, seemed to make you sweat bullets.

The crunch of glass closer to your hiding place tells you he’s inspecting the window. Will he fall for it? You hope so. You’re not sure if it will give an opening for you to call the police.

Sure enough, you hear him grunt and his feet land on the earth outside your home. How long ago was it that you called your mom?

Slowly, you crawled to the dining table, closing the pantry door snail slow behind you. The phone taunted you from the hook it was placed on. So close, yet so far. You slowly rose to a crouch, and just as he seemed to turn back into the house, your ruse not fooling him for long, you had already bunched yourself into a ball behind the couch making intense eye contact with your phone. He vaulted the window, heavy workman’s boots creaking the hardwood floor underneath the window that would draw the eye to your dad’s shiny old Cadillac. You felt a tear roll down your cheek. Tears don’t help you escape.

He lowered himself to peek under the dining room table and you took the chance to move to the other couch, still out of his view. Gaining courage, you peek to see him slam open the pantry door. You shuddered to think what would have happened if he hadn’t fallen for your little trick. While he was distracted, you took the chance to move quickly as possible to the phone, not quite in his line of sight but you’re hoping he’ll choose the basement. You’re praying, hoping he’ll investigate the basement but he spots the backdoor. Locked. You kicked yourself. If it was unlocked, he might have assumed. He crept towards where you were hiding but by some miracle he stops, waits. An alarm. Midnight. He stalks towards the sound like a man possessed. Your precise ways have saved your life again. You set the alarm in case you got sidetracked so that it would remind you to go to bed. With some quick thinking, you manage to slip into the curtains and he stomps up the stairs before it becomes quiet. he only lets you hear him when he wants to be heard. You exit the closet and pick up the phone dialing the police.

“I swear to god if that’s you again you little punk- ”

“Listen to me. There is a man in the house wearing a mask. My address is 569 Garrison ave. if you don’t come now, I will die.” Your breath hitches at the need to cry but you soak it up. He can’t hear you. Not if you want to live. “Please. Send someone. Goodbye.” You rushed that but it was obvious the police have been receiving prank calls. You hoped he wouldn’t write you off as another prank caller.

The man is still looking for you upstairs. You’re not sure if he’s still busy with the alarm clock. You creep away from the phone on your way to the front door.

Your escape isn’t hasty enough. You should know better by now. He is a predator. He watches. Waits. Strikes. A barreling force pins you to the wall by your shoulders, the pain shooting into your scapulas. You whimper in response and he closes in, seeming to revel in your little noise. You wonder if you had chosen to run to the door, would he have still caught you?

“What do you want?” You pant out.

“I didn’t do anything!” you wiggle and struggle but his brute strength surpasses your academic homebody. You are no match. His face is so close, you can hear the heavy breathing.

Inhale. You test his grip on you.

Exhale. He doesn’t falter.

Then he leans in. Too close for comfort, you think and you cry out as you realize he is feeling you. Studying you. Squeezing and sniffing. Consuming. He raises the strange mask to his nose, before licking the sweat accumulating at your neck. You wished you had seen his face. You hoped he wasn’t some extreme pervert.

He tilts his head in curiosity. He’s starting at you, right in your eyes. He pulls his mask down and grabs your throat and you wince at the thought. He’s gonna choke you to death.

Sirens drown out your little struggles and whines to be set free. He turns, bathed in the flashing, then bends down to pick you up by the waist, folding you over his shoulder.

“No! Stop!” He squeezes your thigh with an iron grip. A warning. Silent tears slip past your shut eyelids. You’re forced to do nothing while the police bang on your door.

“Open up, police!”

'So stupid. You locked yourself inside with him.’ You sob into the blue fabric of his coveralls, soundlessly disappearing out the backdoor.

#michael myers x reader #slasher x reader #dbd x reader #dbd the shape #fanfic #slashers #😳 #🤭 #red writes

[alisondepartedbear]

Just Breathe

Everything is not what it seems in Swellview, a kidnapper is running amok while Henry faces some challenging trials in his life. The boy most overcome what is inside to deal with major life changes.

Part One / Part Two / Part Three

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Chapter Four

"Good morning, this is Cheryl Gomez with Channel Six News." says the very attractive newscaster as she does every morning. I've had a huge crush on her since I was twelve. Every time I've been interviewed by her, being Kid Danger, I blush insanely under the mask and always have the biggest toothy smile.

"At 3:30 this morning, Elena Gilbert was reported missing. She was last seen crossing the street from Melbourne to Salvatore. She's five feet tall, dark brown hair-"

Piper gasps beside me when the photo of the girl appears on screen.

"She's in my grade! She's in my 3rd block!" Piper yells.

Oh my god.

"I saw her on Friday. She walked into the store." I whisper remembering her and her family.

"That would've been the day she went missing," She says. "You know, since it takes at least 24 hours to report a person."

A chill runs through my body at the possibility of her parents, Jasper, and me being the last people to see her. I have to go talk to Ray before school. Picking up my phone for the time I see its only seven. Ray couldn't possibly be awake but this was serious.

"Uh, Piper, I gotta go swing by work." I get up and grab my keys from the console table by the door.

"What do you mean? You're my ride!"

I spin back to her and tap my foot, putting my hands on my hips. "Piper,"

She rolls her eyes and looks to her phone. "Fine, I'll get a friend to take me."

"Thank you," I bow to her before walking out.

When I pull onto Thames street, I notice a cop car outside Junk'n'Stuff. I pull in behind them and park. Walking into the store, I see Ray, a cop, and an unknown man standing at the counter.

"Hey, kid," Ray says trying to conceal a confused face.

"Hey, what goes on?" I ask. My heart starts to speed up as I near the policeman. I always have this gut feeling that they know who Ray and I are.

Both men were dressed in the classic blue slacks and button up. Their badges shine from the lights in the room, almost blinding me. A man with thick framed black glasses and an Afro smiles at me.

"I'm Detective Shapiro," His voice was smooth and soft; trusting. "How are ya this morning?"

"Henry Hart, and I'm fine. What about yourself?" I can almost see the physical cringe when he clasps his hand onto my sweat soaked one. He shakes quickly before taking his hand back and wiping it on his shirt.

"Oh, just dandy. Do you know Ray or are you just a customer?"

"He's my second-in-command." Ray says with a smile that makes me beam. I get giddy when someone brags about me. It's like a dog wagging its tail; I almost always sit up and smile. "My left hand man,"

"Oh, that's great! Ray and I go way back, went to high school together."

I glance at his partner and know he's annoyed. This guy had a five o'clock shadow and tired eyes. He kept switching his gaze from his partner and the security monitors. He looked how I felt...dead. After my family's pity party yesterday, I couldn't help but create my own in my bedroom until late in the night. Standing here under the bright lights were making objects beat and pulse, I can't imagine what it'll be like at school.

"Oh, really," I force out. "Ray doesn't talk much about high school."

"There's a reason for it." I hear Ray say under his breath.

I look at him. He has his back turned to us doing what seems to be searching in a box. "Hey, Ray, can I help?"

"Yeah, do you know where the security tapes are from yesterday? For inside and outside."

I nod and walk behind the counter to get them.

"I can't believe you still use tapes. You're probably the only guy in town." said the unnamed partner.

Ray scoffs like he knows something magical about using tapes. "Well I guess we just like doing it the original way." He leans on the glass. "So have you guys got leads on the girl yet? Heard she was headed towards a bookstore on Salvatore,"

"There's not much to say." Detective Shapiro says shrugging. I turn back to them and set the four tapes on the counter. He picks them up. "But these tapes will sure help." He tapes them a few times with his fingers.

"Well, just hit me up if anything else is needed."

Detective Shapiro winks. "Of course, of course, let's go Parker." The silent cop follows after the Detective. That wink didn't help my nerves.

"Do you think they know who we are?" I ask Ray when the door shuts.

"No," He immediately says. Ray turns to me now, looking up and down. "You look a wreck. Why are you here?"

"For Elena! I just saw on the news. We gotta do something. This is the second kidnapping-"

"I know, and I got it. I'm just thinking." Ray makes his way to the back. I follow him.

"What are you thinking?"

Ray stops at the elevator and turns back. "Fine, I don't have any thoughts. But I did make an extra copy of those surveillance tapes." He says with a wicked smile.

"Good! We can go-"

"Nope," He grabs hold of my arm before I make it passed him. "You're going to school."

"I need-"

"I'll watch the tapes with Schwoz and make highlights. There's probably nothing on them. They said she was on Salvatore Street anyway."

"Ray, ple-"

"No, get out." Ray points to the front door sternly, eyebrows raised high.

I make it to school but not into the building. Something has me rooted to the seat. Glancing up at the school, I see our security man walking the perimeter, making sure no one was leaving cigarette butts in the parking lot, and that no kids were out smoking weed, skipping class, or having a panic attack.

A gasp runs through my chest with a sharp pain that makes me clench the skin above my heart. Closing my eyes, I try to breathe through my nose and out my mouth, but each release is gasps of air. My eyes squeeze shut and I lean forward. Without a thought, I recline the seat and lay back to curl into myself. Dad's words run through my head from last night, wondering how long he knew. The tears from last night return too. They fall harder when the images of Elena pops in my mind. Wishing I could go back and tell her parents to watch her all night. Last night I found the name of the boy that was kidnapped. Trevor Millton. He's only 11. I wonder how scared they are. How fast their hearts of beating from fear. If they're being feed. Trevor's been gone for almost five days. The body can't go without water for long.

I lay curled up and crying for a while, letting my mind slip into circle thoughts. Thinking about the kids dying, and about how I want to die. I wish it were cold enough to freeze me. I wouldn't need to deal with this if I were a ghost I think. But now, right here, my eyes burn and hurt. They feel tired from all the crying from the past twelve hours. Blindly, I reach in the back floorboard for a water bottle. After finding two, I take the cold bottles and press them on my eyelids. Some shuddering breaths come out from the sudden cold but I give in to the numbness it brings and sleep.

*knockknockknock*

...

...

*knockknockknock*

I peek with an eye over my shoulder to see Charlotte with a pinched face. Huffing a huge breath as I flip over, I raise the seat. When I open the door a warm breeze whips through almost shutting it again, Charlotte grabs a hold to open it wider.

"What are you doing?" She doesn't miss a beat.

"Taking a nap," The sun have risen a bit and I squint my eyes at her with a little smile. "What are you doing?"

"Checking if you're dead," She crosses her arms and leans against the door. "Officer Poke saw you and rather than yell at you, called for me to."

I snicker before letting my smile fall, remembering why I was taking nap. Charlotte sits on the concrete in front me. She wore jeans and a yellow shirt marked with little white sharks. Her hair was up showing off her dangling diamond flower earrings. I raise my finger to my ear and flip the lobe.

"Cute,"

She smiles and puts her hand to her ear too. I don't know if it's the heat outside but I could've sworn her cheeks looked tinted just then. "Thank you,"

I wave my hand at her, trying to be nonchalant. My fingers play with the frayed strings on the cut in my jeans. Another breeze comes through.

"What's going on?" She taps my shoes with her's.

I look down at her as I curl into my knees. "My-" I shield my eyes from her with my hand. "Things aren't great."

"I know, Henry. But I really believe that you and Ray-"

"Besides the obvious," I raise my voice. She's wrong. She's wrong.

Not wanting to get irritated, I close my eyes and try to control my breathing. Then the smell of orange blossoms come and I open my eyes again. Now Charlotte's standing in front of me, leaning against the door frame. Just a lot closer than before. Her doll eyes search over my face.

"What else is wrong?"

"My family," I could only manage a whisper. I didn't think she heard me until she reached with her hand and grabbed mine.

Squeezing my hand, she whispered back. "Do you want to talk about it?"

I shake my head. She steps back and lets go of my hand. Whipping my head up, not ready to let go, I see her with her arms a little open. "Hug me then,"

Stepping out of the car, my legs feel wobbly. She grabs my waist and pulls me close. I put my arms around her and lay my head against hers. My chest swells and I can't breathe again. I gasp and she starts to rub her hand on my back. With all my muscles I want to relax and let her comfort me, but a shake runs through my body and I let my head fall to her shoulder. My fingers grip her shoulders while I try to steady myself.

"Charlotte," I gasp out.

Charlotte holds me tighter, bringing me down further. "I know, I'm sorry." She repeats a few times. "I wish it wasn't like this."

A few minutes pass before I know I can look her in the eyes again. I pull away and sit back in the car. She looks down at me with soft smile and squeezes my shoulder.

"Please, talk to me when you're ready, even if it's super late. Okay?"

I nod.

"Alright," She steps back. "I'm telling Ms. Polly in the office that you need ten more minutes and then you'll be in. You cannot miss school. Ray will have you're head."

I nod returning the smile. "Thank you,"

She nods too before turning to leave.

That afternoon Charlotte, Jasper, and I went straight to Junk'n'Stuff. Jasper took his post upstairs while Charlotte and I headed down to Ray and Schwoz.

"We watched almost seventeen hours of footage, and found nothing." Schwoz says popping a cheese puff in his mouth. He looked very tired while he rested his head on the table with the couch.

Charlotte puts her hands on her hips. "You guys suck." She walks to Ray who was sitting at the computer.

"We have nothing to work off of!" Ray stands to pace about the front of the room. Charlotte takes her usual seat at the computer. "If we had all those security tapes the police do, we'd be golden."

"Well you don't." Charlotte logs into the computer and begins pulling up websites and programs.

"Little girl, we won't be friends if you keep talking like that." Schwoz snaps his fingers at her.

"Are we friends?" She asks putting an emphasis on the first word.

Schwoz scoffs in annoyance. I laugh at them as I sit next to him. When I steal a few cheese puffs, he pats my hand away. "So how was school?" He asks as he does everyday like the dad he is.

"Lame," I tell him shoving the puffs in my mouth, grabbing more.

"He's just saying that because he lost at HORSE twice." Charlotte doesn't even look back as she sasses.

"Why do you gotta tell him?" I whine. Ray passes me for a third time while pacing. "Why don't you ask your detective friend for help again? He seemed nice."

"Shapiro?" Ray scoffs. "No, he won't help. Too loyal to the force," He mocks.

"I'm not. Charlotte, you think you can get into police records?" I ask.

The phone on the desk rings. Charlotte picks up without answering me or the phone. She just sits and listens.

Ray walks up to stand behind her chair. "What are you doing?" He whispers.

She holds a finger up signaling him to be quiet. Silently, she writes a couple things on a piece of paper with her fluffy blue pen. Before too long, Charlotte puts the phone down.

"I got cop information." She says holding the paper as if it was gold. "There's a lead."

Ray snatches the paper from her to read. He smiles at Charlotte. "Good job. She found out about a tip. The person said there'd be another kidnapping at Swellview Park."

"How'd you do that?"

"There's a cop at the precinct that I pay to give me tips, as long as when he calls me I stay silent. He said there's a chance the line is recorded." She shrugs. I smile at her with pride. As always, she's three steps ahead of the rest of us.

"How much you pay him?" I ask.

"100 or 200 depending on the case,"

"That's smart," Ray nods then he whips his head to her. "Whose money are you using?"

"Yours," She says with a smile. "You don't pay me that kind of money to use my own."

"I know that's why I asked! You can't-"

"Shouldn't we go to the park?" I ask stepping in. "See if they need help,"

Ray gives up on yelling at Charlotte to grab his bubblegum. I do the same. We head to the tubes to leave.

"Wait, you need to be sneaky. He said they were planning to set up around the perimeter and put decoys in. So look for a big van or something they'd be in." Charlotte warns.

"What are you doing here?" The officer asks looking us up and down. He stood in the doorway of an unmarked black van parked near the back exit of Swellview Park. Two other cops are stuffed in behind him sitting at monitors.

"We figured you'd need the help and all." Captain Man says with a forced smile.

"Look, Captain Man," He leans against the door frame. "We don't need your help or your kid's. So go on back to the Bat Cave."

This happens a lot. We try to help and the police turn us away. They typically don't like us coming in and saving the day. Lately people have been gossiping about the police force and the hundreds of unsolved cases they set aside. Yesterday I even heard people saying Captain Man and Kid Danger were faster than the ambulances and the emergency teams. An elderly lady said we were the true heroes since we didn't get paid by the public. People in Bordertown and Neighborville were even chatting about wanting their very own Captain Man and Kid Danger.

Captain Man balls his fist before pointing a finger at the man. "Alright, loser-"

"Captain Man, how nice of you to join us?" Detective Shapiro says stepping out of an SUV. The car quickly speeds off after he shuts the door.

"Detective," He crosses his arms over his chest, looking up at the officer and smirking. "Just seeing how we could be of service,"

Detective Shapiro takes a sip from a Skyscraper Coffee cup. He smiles. "Of course, the more to help the better." He looks up at the van. "Evening, Officer Bladell,"

"Did you call him here?"

"No," Detective Shapiro pushes his glasses up his nose. "But we need the help if we want those kids back. You want those kids back, right, Officer?"

Officer Bladell says something under his breath as he backs into the van. Detective Shapiro hoists himself on the steps before turning back to us.

"How about you patrol the east side of the park near the woods? Also, if possible try to remain unseen. We don't want to tip this guy off."

Twenty minutes later, we're sitting in the woods. I found a fallen tree and took a space. We were at the edge of the woods and park, just barely hidden by low branches and leaves. For a moment I curse our red and blue suits for being so obnoxious and bright. I poke at the colorful fabric. To be honest, I don't think anything will happen tonight. The police department get tips like this all the time. But something must be different about this one. I wish Charlotte could get the written report instead of just word of mouth. We need a description of the voice. Was it a man, woman, or a child? Did they sound scared or cocky? Could they trace the call? Or was-

"Do you hear that?" Captain Man asks looking over his shoulder into the deep wood. I look with him.

Peering in the darkness, I see the over grown trees that have tangle together, vines, and even rope from old tire swings. I stare for a minute. "No, I don't hear anything."

Captain Man turns fully now to look into the woods too. I can see him really straining to mark out any noises that were animal, human, or vehicle.

"Hello," It was a far off echo. The voice was so faint I thought I made it up.

And then there's a wisp of white and I hear an echo of the word. I stand up, facing the direction. "I hear it now."

Captain Man begins marching to it and I follow him. I see another wave of white and start to move fasting.

"Hello," echoes around.

"Hello," I call back.

Branches break and another "hello" surfaces."

"Stay where you are," Captain Man calls. "Let's go, kid."

We run towards the noise and color. Thorns scratch my face and catch on my suit, I'm pretty sure ripping it harshly. My stomach feels bloated and large as I make it to a small meadow clearing. What was I expecting? I look around the area in excitement and terror. Then I notice a girl standing in a white gown near a black tree. Almost like ghost.

"Captain Man," She screams. The dark haired girl runs the remaining feet to crash into Captain Man. "Thank you. Thank you. I'm so cold! I've been running for hours."

"Shh," Captain Man hugs the girl back. "It's alright. You're safe with us."

She looks up to meet my eyes and smiles. "I knew you'd be the two to find me."

My mouth falls open and a lump forms in my throat. I force out words. "Elena Gilbert?"

Her smile doesn't falter. "Yes,"

Chapter Five

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[madisonhentosh]

A Day In The Life Of An Endicott Student-Athlete

Ever wonder what it’s like to be a student athlete at Endicott College? I caught up with Catherine Miles, a member of the women’s ice hockey team, this past week to get a glimpse into her busy schedule.

Miles is a 20 year old Sophomore on the Beverly campus hailing from Northfield, Vermont, home also to Norwich University. Although the town of Northfield and its people are considered her family, Miles has found, and been welcomed into, a new family on the Endicott campus.

The Northfield Pharmacy is the only pharmacy in town. It is in the center of the downtown area which only consists of a handful of stores adding to the homey feel of Northfield.

With hopes of being a physicians assistant when she graduates, Miles is currently studying Exercise Science. A popular major among athletes, she finds herself in classes surrounded by other athletes from various sports teams.

Miles checks her class Canvas page prior to the start of class.

After waking up and preparing herself for the day, a typical Wednesday morning involves Miles walking from Stoneridge Hall all the way to the Arts Center, or better known as the VPAC. From 9:00-9:50a.m. she sits attentively in a class labeled philosophy and sport. As the clock strikes ten to the hour, the rose gold Mac laptop gets placed back in her backpack and she prepares to walk back to her dorm as her next class begins.

Being a college student during a pandemic means hybrid learning, and today, Miles’ 10 o'clock class, exercise physiology, happened to be occurring on Zoom. She did admit that, “keeping up with when, where, and what days you are actually in the classroom seems to be the hardest part of hybrid learning.”

Welcome to Zoom University! Miles completes her last two classes of the day in the comfort of her own room.

The academic day comes to an end with sport and exercise nutrition from 11:00-11:50a.m., also on Zoom. But, with the academic day coming to an end, the athletics part of the day is just beginning.

All teams on campus participate in strength and conditioning with Coach Dustin. The women’s hockey team mostly all lift on Monday and Wednesday mid morning to afternoon. Miles was placed in the 12:30pm lift group with a few other members of the team along with a couple members of the women’s lacrosse team.

The Endicott facilities are second to none. It is a rare occasion to see this gym empty of athletes and their hardworking, get-better, attitudes.

Due to the pandemic, regulations and precautions allow for 10 people in a lift group at a time, so team lifts are off the table. Team lifts were always a good way to build team chemistry and build a positive atmosphere as your teammates attempted max weights on exercises such as back squats, hang cleans, and bench presses. Miles stated that, “[a]s long as everyone does what they need to do in the weight room, time usually spent together at lift can be made up in other ways.”

As lift concludes, Miles now finally has the time to eat lunch. When asked about Callahan or the new market in the Wax, she responded with a smile, “I think the new options in the Wax could be one of the better things to happen on campus.”

The Callahan Dining Hall is usually the most popular choice for meals on campus. Other options include Einstein’s, the Lodge, and the new market located within the Wax Academic Center.

With the academics and lift now complete, Miles now has some two hours of down time as practice starts at 3:40p.m.

We happened to catch Miles on a good day, well good day to be a reporter, as the women’s ice hockey team happened to be having their team media day. As the team picked time slots to go and take pictures, Miles picked the 2:00 slot, and we can understand why with her busy day leading up to this point.

Photographer David Le, who runs all of the media days for the athletic teams, was at the Raymond J. Bourque Ice Arena on campus from 11:00-3:00p.m. snapping shots of the 35 members of the team. Miles got herself dolled up and headed over to the rink for both her headshot and on ice posed photos. She completes her temperature check and CoVerified check at the door and gets cleared to enter.

Miles awaits practice as media day concludes. The pre-game practice fuel of choice is a handful of Baked Lays chips with an Honest iced tea.

Now that the fun and games of media day had wrapped up, it was time for business as the team is preparing for their two upcoming games against Nichols College. “Practice is valued just as much as games this year because in reality, there is no guarantee our games will go as planned this weekend”, Miles added. COVID has made athletes everywhere value their sport even more than usual because one positive test can impact the whole, shortened season.

Quarantine took away the opportunity to step on the ice everyday. It took away the opportunity for fans to hear the ringing of the post, blades cutting into the ice, and the cheers of temmarts when a goal was scored. Miles added, “... having hockey taken away made me realize how big of a blessing hockey has been for me in my life. Each time I step on the ice now it’s a breath of fresh air, an escape from the outside chaos of the world.”

Ever since a young age playing for the Northfield Stars, Miles fell in love with the game of hockey unaware of how big of a role it would play in her later years.

Miles, a center, is a tenacious, hard-working player that might go unnoticed. Today’s practice at the Raymond J. Bourque Arena was defensive and neutral zone focused featuring a lot of regrouping and down low coverage. Being put in the center position of recent, Miles can be seen on the ice asking questions not only to the coach, but to upperclassmen who excel in the same position. Having played defense before and having experience, Miles understands the importance of staying low and supporting the puck on the breakout, which she is applauded for on many occasions by Coach McPhee.

As a freshman, Miles only logged minutes in 2 out of the 26 games played. But now, as a sophomore, she has 3 points in the past 3 games with a +4 rating, scoring her first goal in the Nichols series.

Miles (#28) looks to angle a Suffolk defender through transition.

“Every year is a tryout and an opportunity to prove yourself, and to others, that you deserve a spot on the lineup”, she explained. With 35 members on the team, practice is high-tempo and competitive as Coach McPhee looks to reward the hardest workers. Miles’ offseason efforts in the gym and on the ice, training with ELEV 802 in Vermont has seemed to pay off this year. There is always something to work on and when asked what that was, she quickly responded, “faceoffs, no doubt”, with a laugh.

5:10p.m.: Practice is wrapped up and Miles heads for the shower.

Following a shower, Miles, along with her teammates, head to the Callahan Dining Hall. On the menu tonight was a grilled chicken taco bowl, roasted vegetables, and of course, the Miles classic, a blue Powerade. “There’s just something about a blue Powerade from the Callahan. It’s almost like a Sprite from McDonald’s”, she discussed.

Surrounded by teammates, Miles finishes her meal at the Callahan before getting ready to head to work.

Although you may be expecting a typical end of the night with homework and Netflix in bed, our star of the show had other plans.

From 6:30-10:00p.m. Miles can be found working at the Post Center checking people into the gym, cleaning gym equipment, and monitoring open rec. Here she can work on homework, which she usually gets most of it done, watch Netflix, and today she even got the chance to watch her boyfriend play in his season opener soccer game for Elmira College.

7:05p.m.: Miles watches the Elmira men’s soccer game as she awaits the next gym cleaning.

At this point in the day, rest is much needed. Miles can go to bed knowing that she successfully made it through another day as a student-athlete on the Endicott campus.

As the clock strikes 11:00p.m., Miles finally hits the sheets and prepares to do the same thing the following day.

“I wouldn't want it any other way”, Miles concluded.

[cyrinepamalandong]

My 2019 in Review: The Triumphs, The Obstacles and The Lesson

January, it is the first month of the year but it seems like it is in the middle of the year. It was one of the hardest month of the year for me because of the problems that we faced together with my family. Even though we are facing a huge obstacles it is not a hindrance to stop our dreams and goals in life instead we make it as the reason why we are keep fighting. In this month also, I met those people that I can trust in small and in big things. People that knows how to manage my moods and everything, in this month it proves me that if someone will leave there's someone will come.

On the next month which is the month of February, it was one the month that I can't forget, because we have our family day in this month. I can't call it as family day because I come at school all by myself. It is not new to me because every year I have no parents that is present in every family day, I'm always alone in every family day. And also we celebrate the valentines day at school together with my classmates and schoolmates. We enjoyed the moment because we all know that it will never be happen again next year because we are graduating students next year and we are aware that we can't attend the valentines day celebration next year because instead of having valentines day celebration we will have our prom.

March, it was a very stressful month because we need to complete and pass our projects on time, also, I can't forget the month of March. Our teacher in General Chemistry told us to make an invention that connects to our topics from the first semester to second semester. We are having a hard time to make our group project in General Chemistry, our group is the lucky one because our teacher is always rejecting our project, that was the reason why we didn't take our exam on the scheduled date. While we are doing our project at the lounge area the teachers are calling us because we are needed at the gymnasium for the moving up ceremony of Grade 7,8,9 and 11. After the ceremony, we go back at the lounge area and we continue our project and we passed it to her but of course she rejected it again, we told her that we will pass our project tomorrow and thanks God she agreed. Early in the morning we go back at school and we pass our project and we are so grateful because she accepted it and we took the exam.

April, the month that I will treasure the most, in this month, I visited my school when I was junior highschool. It was the month that I visited the clinic of my doctor at San Pedro. It is also the month that we hang out together with my classmates at the resort in Tacurong. The month of april is very memorable for me because our parents allow us to have some fun with my classmates, we are all happy because we see each other at the resort. We enjoy the moment when we go there because we all know that we can never bring the memories back.

Before 5:00pm, we decided to leave the resort because we are all afraid that some of our classmates will scolded by their parents because it is late at night yet we are still at the resort. We arrived at Esperanza at exactly 6:54 pm, instead of going home at our own houses we decided to spend our night at Gazebo and we will pack our things tomorrow morning. So we checked in at Gazebo and we make it as a memorable night for us, instead of sleeping, we shared a lot of horror stories while eating popcorn, nachos and many more and we didn't notice that it is 4 o'clock in the morning and only five out of nineteen are still awake at that time. 5am in the morning we decided to nap because we also need an energy, and after a couple of hours we decided to go home, that was the memorable one of the year

May, the fifth month of the year, this month, I'm at Davao and I am spending my vacation together with my family. May 10, we packed up our things and we travelled Kauran from Davao. May 11, we attended the birthday of my cousin, and she's very happy that I attended to her birthday. May 15, it was the feast day of our saint, Saint Isidore the farmer. We cheer our basketball team in their championship.

June, the sixth month of the year and the most awaited month of the year because it is the opening of another school year. And of course I woke up early so that I won't be late on the first day of class, im so excited to see my classmates and my friends and share my own experience during my vacation. Of course, In the month of June, we always have an acquaintance party where we can meet a new friends. In this party, we are having fun with my friends, we're enjoying the night like there's no tomorrow, we enjoyed the party so much because we all know that it will never be happen again. That's why we really enjoy the night until the last hour of the program.

July, the seventh month of the year, it was the month of the fruits and vegetables. In this month, we are preparing for Adusay, Zumba and many more, as a member of Adusay, we always spend our time for our practices. We always keep in our mind that it is our last Adusay in this institution. It was so unforgettable because even though we didn't win atleast we know to ourselves that we did our best to win the contest. We did all our best that's why we didn't feel any regrets at last.

August, the eighth month of the year, it is also our last to celebrate our Buwan ng Wika in this institution. As we celebrate Buwan ng wika, we have also a competitions like Sabayang Pagbigkas, Folk Dance, Sabayang Awit and many more. We did our best in every practice, because we don't want to disappoint our teachers who gave their full support to us, who sacrifice just to give what we need and what we want. So when the day of buwan ng comes, we are all ready to perform because we all know that we can make our performance perfect. When the announcement of winners, we can't believe it, because all of our hardships, and sacrifices are worth it.

September, the most unforgettable and memorable month, because we defend ou title as a defending champion during the Notre Dame Day, Battle of the festivals. Before we have our Annual Retreat we take our exams first, after our exams I immediately packed up my things so that I can go to the retreat house together with my classmates. I prepared my things the night before so that it will not be hassle for me because we will go to Digos early in the morning. Our call time is before 5am and we're complete before it turns to 5am in the morning, then we headed our way to our destination. We arrived there at exactly 9:27 am, brother John told us to roam around first and enjoy the rest of our stay at the retreat house. We enjoyed a lot at the retreat house and after 3 days and 2 nights staying at the resort we enjoyed it a lot.

After our last session at the retreat house we immediately proceed to our next venue which is at the White Haven. We have a hard time to get there because of the situation of coaster, at exactly 5:47, we arrived at the White Haven. We swim at the beach, we enjoy it because it will be the last and it will not happen again in the future. We also play a cards like, 1234 pass, tongits, lucky nine, first three, heart attack and many more. At exactly 8am we headed our way to Gensan for our Educational tour. U

October, the tenth month of the year, it is the month of the Holy Rosary ,everyday we used to pray the Holy Rosary in front of the Statue of Mama Mary. And also, in the month October we celebrated the Boy's day and we cheer our contestant. We also screamed because all you can see in the eyes of our contestant which is our classmate is the eagerness to win. But our contestant didn't win but its okay, because we all know that he did his best just to win this kind of competition.

November, this month is the saddest month for me, because this month I always feel alone even though im with my friends and I think this month is a suicidal month for me. Because I tried to kill myself slowly but with the help of my friends I realized that they value and cared for me. I'm always sad because I always missed my grandparents where I used to tell my problems. In this month also, we celebrate our 1st and last feast day, we played a lot of parlor games and we also won that's why we save ourselves by cleaning our classroom. But we also helped the cleaners even though we are not assigned to clean it, but we just wanted to help them in cleaning the room and besides all of us used the room that's why we helped them.

December, this is the last month of the year and it is also an unforgettable one and in this month is our christmas party. I know it is not that enjoyable compared to our feast day but it still make our christmas party memorable. This month also, I spend my christmas vacation with my family and we also have our family gathering and also we have our exchange gifts. And I spend my new year with my whole family and Im hoping that Love will always be present in our family.

[talesfrommynotsoperfectlife]

My fucked up Year 6 teacher

Context:

Year 6 would make you 10-11 years old and being as my birthday is quite late in the school year 99% of these stories will take place whilst I am 10. As mentioned before my mom and teacher didn't like each other which lead to him almost hating me for no other reason. I'm gonna call him MR S

1. I remember every week asking my mom if the football team he supported had played that weekend and if they had whether they had won or not so I could prepare myself for his bad mood if they had lost. If she said that they hadn't won I would lie awake in bed at night worrying about how angry he would be the next day.

2. It was either after the Christmas Holiday or the Easter Holiday and the night before going back to school. I remember crying and having a breakdown until around half 3/4 o'clock in the morning because 'I hated it' 'I couldn't go back' 'It was horrible' begging my mom not to make me go because I HATED it so much. I was so distraught that I remember my mom having to rock me to sleep almost like a baby as a 10 year old because that school made me so miserable.

3. I was sat on the Red table which was full of the most quiet kids in my class. We were all extremely shy, would give answers if asked but otherwise preferred not to talk to teachers. One day we had to draw pictures of a creature we created and then do a piece of writing about it. 3 people in my class had already gone up to share and they were probably the 3 best 'artists' in our class. I am TERRIBLE at art. I couldn't draw to save my life. Another note - I am a perfectionist. It's not a case of I can't be wrong its that I always have felt like a failure and anything that would confirm that seems like the worst thing ever. So Mr S comes over to our table and demands that one of us show the class our work. None of us volunteered, there were around 8 of us. He starts SCREAMING about how we're all selfish and stuck up; how we think we're better than everyone else; "do you just think they're gonna steal your ideas. Don't think so highly of yourselves, you're nothing special". At this point I'm crying as I've said I'm NOT good with confrontation AT ALL so Miss B (my life saver throughout year 6 and 1 of our 2 teaching assistants) lets me go to the toilet - meaning I don't hear the rest of his rant. She lets one of my friends (my best friend at the time) come into the toilets and cheer me up. I was then told that whilst I was out of the room, he came over to my desk, took my work and showed it to the whole class because I wasn't there to stop him. I almost broke down again when I learned that because of how insecure I was with my work. Why was I so insecure about my work you ask? Well that leads me onto the next one:

4. The only good comment he ever gave my work was a piece of writing I spent forever on. The comment "This was good, it proves what I always thought which is that you're just bone idle all of the time and if you ever actually put any effort into you work it could be half decent" - obviously he said this to me not wrote it in my book because he would've had to show it to my mom at parents evening.

5. When I was 8 I went on an overnight/weekend away trip which I will be talking about in another post. However long story short as soon as I got back from that trip I vouched that I WOULD NEVER go to that place again no matter what. In my words exactly "I would rather to 3 extra months worth of work than go there again". So when the end of year 6 rolled around and Mr S announced our trip would be to that place for a week I immediately knew there was no way I was going. So we had to help raise money to go on this trip and Mr S told the class that he would pay for half of the trip if we ALL went. However me and another girl (L - who will also have her own post later on) both said we weren't going. In the middle of class he calls us out and starts shouting at us. He asks us IN FRONT OF EVERYONE why we didn't want to go (we had both gone the last time). When I release the story of the trip you'll understand why I cried whilst I was taking about it. I made excuses trying not to say exactly what happened, as a 10 year old I didn't know the proper vocabulary to put words to how I had felt. I also thought it was something to be ashamed of and that I should have handled the 'situation' better because I didn't know that it was a part of me and I couldn't change that. He blamed us for the fact that we weren't going to be able to go cause we now wouldn't make enough money. He did this for probably about 45 minutes just going back and forth between us mocking and shouting at us. The whole class did a car wash to raise money for the trip, both me and L came even though we weren't going. Whilst they were on the trip we were put into lower classes to do work and help the teachers. I was put in the year 1 class with the 5-6 year olds. It was 100% my favourite week of that whole school year maybe even my whole time at that school. The teacher was my old nursery teacher and was very kind, I also loved all the kids (I'm not a nonce I promise) as I felt like an older sister to them - because the school would make older kids go and 'babysit' the younger ones at lunch, this meant that me and my friends had a group of year ones and receptions   who would always hang around us and ask us to play with them. The little kids were always sweet and 2 of them even cried when we left and ran up to hug us.

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[calorieworkouts]

I tried working out every morning for a week—here`s what I learned

You could call me the opposite of a morning individual: I hit snooze a minimum of 4 times (to awaken at the really eleventh hour feasible and afterwards thrill to prepare), can not work up until I have my almond milk latte, and am an overall grump till my system's up as well as running. The suggestion of a pre-work health and fitness regular never ever felt feasible.

But, in the name of interesting journalism, I volunteered myself (surrendered my body, instead) to function out in the a.m. for an entire week. That's not to state my choice was made purely in the name of torment-- there are reputedly severe benefits that include exercising initial thing.

' Exercising in the morning burns a lot more fat than later on in the day.'

For beginners, 'if you exercise in the early morning after not eating all night, you're mosting likely to shed the carbohydrates and sugars kept in your muscle mass and liver,' states George Welch, MD, a cardiologist with Manhattan Cardiology. 'When you're done shedding that up, you melt fat-- that's why exercising in the morning burns more fat than later in the day.'

Studies have actually likewise shown that the a.m. sweat sesh can increase your metabolic rate-- which is constantly a welcome benefit. Once I recognized the science, the only inquiries that continued to be were: Could I actually fit in my favored intense health and fitness courses prior to workplace hours? And-- most importantly-- would certainly it offer me a lot more power throughout the day? I determined to learn.

Keep analysis to see what occurred during my week of a.m. exercises-- and also what I learned by the time it was over.

Getting into the groove

My week begins with a bang: Barry's Bootcamp, Monday, 7:10 a.m. (Can't question my dedication, right?)

Of program, given that my eyes practically never ever open before 8 o'clock in the early morning (except to strike the snooze switch), it seems like a Sisyphean task to get up—let alone do sprints on an incline and also a bunch of weight job-- at this shocking hr. One thing that aids? Having a close friend satisfy me there.

I make it to the treadmill-- albeit in a drowsy daze-- and also really feel as if my legs won't be able to sustain the crazy periods that are regarding to be asked of me. After the workout, I rapidly make my method into the very first sprint-- 8 mph, mind you-- and also I'm fully awake (emergency room, my body is, at the very least).

It most definitely really feels more challenging to relocate my legs than usual.

Compared to my typical workout time, it absolutely really feels more difficult to relocate my legs than normal. And I figure out from Dr. Welch that my sluggish begin isn't uncommon. Morning workouts may be excellent for your metabolic process, but they aren't peak performance time for other parts of your body: 'You're least likely to injure yourself later on in the day since your muscle mass are a lot more accommodated,' he informs me. 'Your body's at its most effective between 3 as well as 6 p.m., as your temperature rises [and] your muscle mass heat up.' Makes feeling, considering my gams looked like cement.

They obtain me through the course though, and also I actually feel like a million bucks for the remainder of the day. When I obtain home, I leisurely stroll my canines via the park, which is a nice adjustment: Normally, I'm hurrying to the fitness center and can not invest as much quality time with my puppies or my S.O. (so significant rewards there).

The following early morning, I decide to run in Central Park on my very own-- which implies there's no paid-for class or exercise pal holding me responsible. When my alarm system goes off, I really want to miss working out for more sleep-- yet I get up for this story. (I guess I had something counting on me—hi, editor!)

I knock out about 3 miles and also really feel half-asleep the entire time. I likewise discover that my speed is quite slow-moving (at the very least, contrasted to what it got on the treadmill the other day). Yet I rejoice I obtain it over with. Having a studio course scheduled is a lot more encouraging in terms of awakening, so although the exercise is harder, I seem like Barry's is more effective in really getting me out of bed.

The struggle is real

On Wednesday, I mix it up with a 7:30 a.m. HIIT workout: The Fhitting Space, which is infamously among NYC's most difficult workouts (along with Barry's). I'm tired and don't really wish to stand up early again for a significant sweat sesh, however the danger of shedding $38 draws my body to the workshop in spite of my grogginess. And, much to my utmost horror, the workout starts with high knees. I'm awake in no time.

It constantly mystifies me to leave a difficult fitness class at the time I'm typically presenting of my comfy sleep, but it additionally makes me seem like an absolute superwoman. I suggest, I just did a lots of burpees as well as jump squats when, initially, my body was informing me to keep sleeping-- it's a wonder. Or is it simply my hormones?

Even though I'm waking up earlier than common, I'm not drowsy after working out.

' It obtains sprayed a lot that your endorphins are greater previously in the early morning,' states Veronica Jaw, an MD at One Medical. Though there hasn't been much research to back this up, I can prove that my post-sweat high is pretty strong. I'm likewise stunned regarding my energy degrees thus far throughout the week-- even though I'm waking up earlier than normal, I'm not sleepy after exercising, and also the afternoon slump doesn't strike me as hard. I also remain up a little later-- typically I'm asleep by 11 p.m.

But just when I assumed my conversion was an inevitable verdict, the struggle set in. Thursday occurs, I completely intend on doing something much more chill-- Also Known As yoga exercise-- once my alarm goes off, I essentially can not get up. My legs are eliminating me, I'm so tired, as well as I feel physically unable of an additional workout. I rest this out as well as obtain an extra hour of sleep instead. There's some guilt in my mind, yet I need to pay attention to my body (happily).

Throughout the day, I realize that skipping workout is a fantastic choice-- I most definitely need the healing time. (It's important, besides.) I book a hot yoga exercise course for the complying with day. It goes to 7 a.m., which is extra early, IMO, however I recognize I can make use of the ultra-sweaty stretching that comes with vinyasa circulation. In a wobbly state, I make it to Y7 on Friday-- take care of to also knock senseless a crow posture-- as well as feel terrific after that. Oh, as well as two times as so because the week mores than.

Am I now a morning workout person?

Real talk: This previous week was among one of the most difficult points I have actually carried out in my entire life. I turned my whole schedule upside down in the name of physical fitness-- and also my body really feels incredible, I'm exceptionally proud, and was able to actually relax as well as have even more of a social life after work.

Is this mosting likely to be my life currently? Has a week of a.m. workouts turned me right into an up-and-at-em exercise girl? Well, below's the thing: I reserve Barry's Bootcamp for the complying with Monday at 7:10 in the morning. My alarm goes off at 6:45-- as well as my body informs me 'no many thanks.' I terminate rather, recognizing that I can completely sleep for an additional hr. The purpose was there! But does this suggest my rise-and-grind days are over?

"Do what feels good to you."

TBD. For now, Dr. Jaw states, 'It makes good sense to do what really feels good to you-- some individuals truly can not obtain out of bed, and also I do not believe they ought to change their habits to get in some kind of advantages. What you're mosting likely to stick with as well as what deal with your routine-- whatever turns it right into a behavior-- functions ideal.' Believe I'll comply with medical professional's orders on this one.

And what feels excellent to me is moving my body after resting at my desk all the time. While it's wonderful to obtain my sweat sesh over with in the morning, resting in is also so enjoyable. I'll possibly simply blend it up regularly-- as well as never under-appreciate weekends, when I supervise of my very own schedule.

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Sindh Class 10 English Notes Chapter 11 A Village Fair

Sindh Class 10 English Notes Chapter 11 A Village Fair Education in Karachi solved exercises, MCQs, important questions, grammar, chapter overview, and Reading Comprehension.

Comprehension-A Village Fair

Why was the village decorated?The village was brightly decorated with buntings and colourful flags as the annual fair was in full swing.Why was it the best time to visit the village?According to Bilal, it was the best time to visit the village as the annual fair was going on. It was the time for fun, excitement and enjoyment for all the villagers and the outsiders too.What kinds of shops had been set up for the fair?A large number of temporary shops had been set up for the fair. Some of the most prominent one includes jewelry, pottery, farming tools, toys, milk churners etc. People were quite excited as they got the chance to buy their desired items at a reasonable price.What was the use of these shops for the villagers?These temporary shops were quite useful for the villagers as a large number of people came there from far off places too in order to buy and sell their goods. It was the best time for them to have great business as people were busy in doing shopping from there.What were the different entertainments in the fair for the children?The fair was a source of great entertainment for the children. Most of the children were gathered around the swings and merry go-rounds and waiting earnestly for their turns. Apart from swings, conjurers, jugglers and acrobats were there performing different tricks and thus attracting the children towards them. All time favorite monkey man was there too along with his naughty monkey who was busy in catching the attention of the children by performing variety of stunts and amusing performances.How did the juggler entertain people?The juggler was enthusiastically and energetically entertained the people through different tricks in the village fair. One of his popular juggle was that he was juggling with seven balls at a time and the most amazing part was that he was doing it without dropping any one of them.How did the conjurer perform his tricks?The conjurer performed an exciting trick by using Bilal’s handkerchief. He took the handkerchief and tore it into pieces. On returning, Bilal was amazed to see it as a whole without being damaged even a little bit.What is tent-pegging?Tent-pegging is one of the famous sports people used to play at fairs and festivals. In it wooden pegs are fixed in the ground and the riders have to pull them out with their lances as they ride by at a gallop. It is a tiring but interesting sport.What made the dogs run in the dog race?In order to make the dogs run fast and compete one another in the dog race, they were made to run after a rabbit. They had to chase and catch it. They were quite enthusiastic for the rabbit but as soon as the dogs came near to it, the rabbit reached the mark safely and vanished under cover to safe itself form the attack of the winning dog.What was the special announcement?The special announcement was about the horse races that were about to begin just after few minutes.

Comprehension-B

Q.1) Learn the meanings and spellings of the following words from the lesson and use ten of them in sentences of your own: decorated; colourful; annual; competition; performance; household; deafening; temporary; surprise; pottery; acrobat; damaged; entertainers; announcement Answer: WordsMeaningsdecorated to add something to an object or place, especially  in order to make it more attractive:colourful having much or varied colour; bright.annual occurring once every year.competition  the activity or condition of striving to gain or win  something by defeating or establishing superiority over others.performance an act of presenting a play, concert, or other form  of entertainment.household a house and its occupants regarded as a unit.deafening  (of a noise) so loud as to make it impossible to hear  anything else.temporary lasting for only a limited period of time; not  permanent.surprise an unexpected or astonishing event, fact, etc.pottery pots, dishes, and other articles made of fired clay.acrobat an entertainer who performs spectacular gymnastic  feats.damaged inflict physical harm on (something) so as to impair  its value, usefulness, or normal function.entertainers persons, such as a singer, dancer, or comedian,  whose job is to entertain others.announcement a formal public statement about a fact, occurrence,  or intention. WordsSentencesdecorated The event manager decorated the wedding hall quite well.colourful The house was full of colorful art objects. annual The Winter Festival is an annual event at our school.competition The competition between the two fighting dogs became fierce.performance Her performance was worthy of praise.surprise Yesterday my friends gave me a wonderful surprise birthday party.acrobat To be an acrobat is the ambition of Saleem. damaged The enraged elephant damaged the fair’s stalls.entertainers The famous entertainers of media industry entertained everyone in  the function.announcement The prime minister will make an announcement tomorrow

Comprehension-C

Q.1) Complete the sentences with suitable (relative) words given below: which, who, that, where, whom, when, whose. 1)The drummer.............. could beat the longest would get a prize. 2)The two friends moved towards a crowd........... had gathered in a big circle. 3)The food........... we ate was delicious. 4)The man .......... we saw climbing the pole had been walking on the tight rope. 5)The rider.......... horse had won the face was very happy. 6)I went to the village........... my cousin was living. 7)I visited him.......... the village fair was in full swing. Answer: 1. The drummer who could beat the longest would get a prize. 2. The two friends moved towards a crowd that had gathered in a big circle. 3. The food that we ate was delicious. 4. The man whom we saw climbing the pole had been walking on the tight rope. 5. The rider whose horse had won the face was very happy. 6. I went to the village where my cousin was living. 7. I visited him when the village fair was in full swing.

Comprehension-D

Q.1) Re-write these sentences, so that they are about the past. Add time phrases as in the example. Example: He reads beautifully. He read beautifully in the English period. 1. We do our homework. 2.The pupils write a composition. 3.My friend walks to school. 4.The Headmaster teaches us English. 5.The peon rings the bell. 6.My mother does not sleep well. 7.His brother loses his book. 8.The eagle flies very high. 9.The cobbler sits under a tree. 10.They grow rice on this farm. Answer: 1. We did our homework in the afternoon. 2. The pupils wrote a composition last week. 3. My friend walked to school yesterday. 4. The Headmaster taught us English in the last period. 5. The peon rang the bell after every class. 6. My mother didn’t sleep well last night. 7. His brother lost his book some days back. 8. The eagle flew very high in the evening. 9. The cobbler sat under a tree day before yesterday. 10. They grew rice on this farm last year.

Comprehension-E

Q.1) Give the degrees of Adjective: old, young, great, big, far, famous, beautiful, popular, intelligent, delicious. Example: old, older, oldest. famous, more famous, most famous. Answer: PositiveComparativeSuperlativeoldolderoldestyoungyoungeryoungestgreatgreatergreatestbigbiggerbiggestfarfartherfarthestfamousmore famousmost famousbeautifulmore beautifulmost beautifulpopularmore popularmost popularintelligentmore intelligentmost intelligentdeliciousmore deliciousmost delicious

Comprehension-F

Q.1) Give the three forms of the verb. know, hear, learn, sing, listen, read, go, write, make, wear, live. Example: know, knew, known. Answer: knowknewknownhearheardheardlearnlearnt / learnedlearnt / learnedsingsangsunglistenlistenedlistenedreadreadreadgowentgonewritewrotewrittenmakemademadewearworewornlivelivedlived

Comprehension-G

Q.1) Write a short composition on a fair that you have seen. Answer: Last year, I and my family decided to visit my aunt who lived in a village nearby Chakwal. It was the month of March, very pleasant weather of spring when we went there. Actually, my cousin told me that during this period of time, an annual fair held at their village that was really superb and worth seeing too. As I am pretty much interested in fairs and festivals so I insisted my parents go there. When we reached, my aunt and her family welcomed us warmly. On asking, my uncle told me that from tomorrow onwards the fair would start and continued for a couple of days. I was very excited to experience the fair. It was difficult for me to spend that day. I suffered from sleeplessness that night too. The next day I woke up early in the morning, went for a walk with my cousin, and got ready to visit the fair with my family and relatives. At 10 o'clock we reached the fair place. I was surprised to see as it was quite a huge fair because it had occupied acres of open land. People were dressed in their best colorful dresses. Children in excitement had a desire to leave their parents’ hands to fully enjoy themselves with their friends. Jugglers, clowns, acrobats, entertainers, performers all were busy attracting the public towards them. A variety of stalls were there displaying clothes, jewelry, toys, food items, shoes, crockery, handicrafts, etc. Women were actively involved in their shopping with loud chit chat. Few steps ahead, a circus was there too. We bought the tickets and watched amazing stunts and performances of not only acrobats but of animals too including lions, elephants, cats, etc. There were different games and sports which attracted people's attention. After two hours, we all felt hungry so we moved towards the food stalls and enjoyed the delicious village meal like lassi, parathas, sag, etc. We enjoyed a lot at the fair and after three days went back to our home with unforgettable memories of the fair.

Comprehension-H

Q.1) Non-textual “The first, second and third prizes are cups.” Exercises: Ordinal numbers “The fourth, fifth and sixth position holders will get certificates. There is no reward for coming seventh, eighth, ninth, or tenth.” Examples: “The schools will close from the eleventh to the twenty-first.” Exercises: Complete the following sentences about this English textbook. The first one has been done for you. Do the rest. 1.The first lesson of this book starts on the first page. 2.The second lesson of this book ends on the........... page. 3.The third lesson of this book starts on the............. page. 4.The fourth poem of this book starts on the............ page. 5.The fifth picture of this book is on the......... page. 6.The sixth part of the first lesson starts on the........... page. 7.The seventh exercise in this book is on the............ page. 8.The eighth proper noun in this book is on the............ page. 9.The tenth verb in this book is on the.............. page. Answer: 1. The first lesson of this book starts on the first page. 2. The second lesson of this book ends on the sixth page. 3. The third lesson of this book starts on the fifteenth page. 4. The fourth poem of this book starts on the thirty-fourth page. 5. The fifth picture of this book is on the forty-seventh pages. 6. The sixth part of the first lesson starts on the third page. 7. The seventh exercise in this book is on the twenty-seventh pages. 8. The eighth proper noun in this book is on the eighth page. 9. The tenth verb in this book is on the second page. Read the full article

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[health-tips-posts]

A healthy and good sleep is 11.00pm ~ 7.00am.

Liver Channel Detox 11.00pm ~ 1.00am Gallbladder Detoxification 1.00am ~ 3.00am But you must be asleep in order to effectively detoxify.

If you sleep from 3.00am to 11.00am for the same 8 hours, your health will be different, because you have already stayed up late and injured your liver.

Those who often stay up late, these terrible diseases are waiting for you! What kind of illness do you get when you stay up late? I wonder if you who like staying up late have considered this issue. We all know that sleep has an impact on our health. Lack of sleep or poor sleep quality may cause illness. What diseases do you get when you often stay up late? Now let’s introduce them in detail:

1. Fatigue and decreased immunity, the human body often stays up late, the most serious sequelae caused by fatigue, mental incontinence; the body's immunity will also decline, natural colds, gastrointestinal infections, allergens, etc. autonomic nerves Symptoms of the disorder will find you.

2. Headache, the next day after staying up late, often dizzy, unable to concentrate, or even headaches during work or class. Long-term staying up late and insomnia also have invisible damage to memory.

3. Dark circles and bags under the eyes. The night is the body's physiological rest time. If you should rest without rest, you will be over-fatigued and cause poor blood circulation around the eyes, causing dark circles, bags under the eyes or white eyeballs covered with bloodshot eyes.

4. Dry skin, dark spots, and pimples. From 11 pm to 3 am is the beauty time, which is the time when the body's meridians run to the gallbladder and liver.

If these two organs are not adequately rested, they will show up on the skin, prone to problems such as roughness, yellowish complexion, dark spots, and pimples. For those who are not accustomed to going to bed early, they should enter the deep sleep period at the latest in the liver nourishing time at 1 am.

What diseases do you get if you often stay up late? Now you should know it! What's worse, staying up late for a long time will gradually cause insomnia, forgetfulness, irritability, anxiety and other neurological and mental symptoms. 

  Staying up late is a chronic hazard to personal health, especially for women who sleep late at night. Often staying up late is accompanied by various gynecological diseases... One, irregular menstruation 

Premature menarche age, endometriosis, bad mood and stress, estrogen secretion disorders, frequent air conditioning, and careless diet adjustments and other bad habits may cause irregular menstruation. 

Continuous menstrual disorders need to find out the cause. If the excessive menstrual blood is caused by hormone imbalance, it is necessary to prescribe the right medicine. In some cases, the contraceptive ring causes inflammation of the uterine cavity, causing bleeding, which can be restored to normal after stopping use. If it is bleeding caused by dysfunction, you can receive treatment under the guidance of a doctor.

2. Gynecological inflammationI

I am busy at work, and I am used to solving some minor problems by myself. In the face of frequent gynecological inflammation, women should use antibacterial drugs under the guidance of a doctor and must not deal with them by themselves. Among gynecological inflammations, vaginitis, cervicitis and pelvic inflammatory disease are the most common.

Patients should try their best to eat a light diet, live a regular life, do not use pads, change underwear frequently, wash the vulva with clean warm water and keep the body dry and clean. In severe cases, do not deal with it without authorization, and go to the hospital for correct treatment in time.

Three, breast disease

There is no way to vent bad emotions in work and life. Living habits such as light sleep and dreaming, smoking and alcoholism can easily have a huge impact on breast health. The most common female breast disease is lobular hyperplasia

Breast self-examination can help early detection of breast lesions. Choose 7 to 10 days after menstrual cramps, and look in a mirror to carefully observe whether your breasts on both sides are symmetrical, whether there is inverted or raised nipples, whether there are partial depressions or other abnormal changes in breast skin , And then lie on your back on the bed, touch the entire breast and armpit on the opposite side with both hands, and check for abnormal hard knots.

It is recommended that female friends check every six months. Pay attention to regulating emotions in life, release stress in time, and develop a good habit of regular life.

Four, uterine fibroids 

 Extremely irregular work and life, poor living environment and lifestyle, blind weight loss, disrupted the normal metabolism of hormones in the body, have become important incentives for uterine fibroids.

If women find one or two symptoms such as menstrual changes, increased leucorrhea, waist and abdomen pain, hard and uneven masses in the lower abdomen, pressure on the bladder, etc., they must be vigilant and go to the hospital for diagnosis and treatment in time to avoid delaying the disease.

Chinese medicine says that every organ in the human body has its time to rest and work, so master the time for sleep: 9-11 pm is the immune system (lymph) detoxification time, this time should be quiet or listen to music.

11- 1:00 in the morning, liver detoxification must be done in deep sleep;

1-3 o'clock, detoxification of the gallbladder, the same; 3-5 o'clock in the morning, detoxification of the lungs. This is why people who cough have the strongest cough during this period; they have reached the lungs due to the detoxification action; cough medicine is not used to prevent the elimination of waste deposits; 

5-7 in the morning, detoxification of the large intestine, you should go to the toilet to defecate; 

From 7 to 9 in the morning, when the small intestine absorbs a lot of nutrients, breakfast should be eaten;

Before 6:30, health-bearers should be before 7:30; those who do not eat breakfast should change their habits, Even if it is delayed to 9 or 10 o'clock, it is better than no eating; midnight to 4 o'clock in the morning is the period of spine hematopoiesis, you must be asleep, not staying up late.

Staying up late for life is compelled to have nothing to do, go to bed early, friends! !

[fromstraykids]

sweet | school series 5

characters: you x seongwoo

summary: sweet moments with a very cheesy seongwoo

quote: “can i get your number? because i like you a latte���

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6:30 am - opening

Working 6 o'clock shifts was never your cup of tea, but it gave you time to study or finish homework since most students aren’t even awake this early. Another pro is that this was probably the only time the coffee shop was quiet, it gets really crowded and loud when the coffee shop hits its peak - 12:00, when students are either finishing a lecture or going to a lecture to come by the coffee shop for a quick snack or drink. 

The bell rings as the door opens and two male students - a brunet and black-haired one - arrive. “All I’m saying is that next time you desperately need a chai latte at 6 in the morning, a chai latte won’t be the only thing you’ll be desperate for,” the black-haired one warns, stuffing his hands into the pockets of his jacket to keep himself warm from the frigid Seoul air.

“Anyways,” the brunet turns towards you. “I’ll get a hot chai latte and he’ll get a chill pill.” You stifle a laughter after hearing his joke directed at the black-haired one. 

“You know, I was gonna pay for our drinks, but after that joke, never mind,” the black-haired one says in a fake hurt manner. 

“Alright, alright. He’ll get an Americano,” the brunet orders. 

“And your names?” You pull out a sharpie and two medium paper cups.

“Daniel.”

“The most handsome man alive - Ong Seongwoo.” There are always two types of people in the world. You finish writing their names and begin to make their orders.

“One chai latte for Daniel and an Americano for “the weirdest man alive - Ong Seongwoo,” you say to the two guys sitting near the counter.

“You might need some ice for that burn,” Daniel laughs as he takes his latte. 

Seongwoo takes his Americano and chuckles. “You’re pretty witty, aren’t you? I guess I’ll take that roast this time.” They wave goodbye and leave the cafe, but what you didn’t know is that you would see Seongwoo again later in the day.

9:00 am - thirty minutes before your shift ends

The cafe wasn’t busy when Seongwoo visited again. He enters the store, this time, with a backpack and water bottle in his hand.

“We meet again,” he says once he reaches the counter. He ponders the menu for a second before asking, “I don’t know what to drink, what’s your favorite drink here?”

You think about his question for a second before replying, “a vanilla latte. Why?” 

“Because that’s what I’ll order. One medium hot vanilla latte, please,” he orders. Then he stops you. “And also, can I get your number? Because I like you a latte.” He winks.

“One iced vanilla latte for ‘weird guy’,” you say as you write his name along with a note on his cup. “It’ll be ready in a few minutes.”

Seongwoo leans his arms against the counter as you make his drink. “Your drink’s ready, weird guy,” you announce, sliding the drink on the counter. Before he leaves, you say, “Text me tonight.” 

8:00 am - a week after meeting Seongwoo

“And so all I’m saying is that Jaehwan laugh will send chills down your spine, don’t ever meet him at night or else you won’t be able to sleep,” Seongwoo tells you as you make his latte. You chuckle softly at the odd stories he tells you about his friends.

“Seems like you’ve got some pretty interesting friends,” you say as you hand him his drink.

“Oh don’t even get me started on Sungwoon and his obsession with skincare products, but I guess that’ll be another story for another day.” He gets ready to leave before turning back. “Are you going to be working another night shift tonight?”

“Sadly, yes, I’ll end that shift at 9,” you reply as you wipe down the counter. He nods in response and bids goodbye. 

9:00 pm - almost the end of your night shift

“I’ll be leaving first, see you tomorrow Y/N!” your coworker bids you goodbye and leaves you alone in the cafe. The managers and other workers had left minutes earlier, leaving you to close up the store. Before you turn off the lights, someone knocks on the locked doors. 

“Seongwoo? What are you doing?” you ask when you let him in. He must’ve been running since it took him a few minutes to regain his breath. 

“Let me walk you back to your dorm,” he finally says. That guy is surely weird, but you still let him since he did come all the way down here.

“You didn’t have to walk me, you know?” you voice as you two walk along the empty sidewalk.

“But I wanted to,” he answers, taking your backpack and carrying it by himself. 

“This guy is really weird,” you mumble loud enough for him to hear. 

“But this guy also has your backpack,” he yells as he begins to run. You yell out a ‘yah’ before chasing him down the street. By the time you catch up to him, he was already outside your dorm. 

“Yo..u...run...real...ly...fast,” you huff as you try to catch your breath. Once you caught your breath, you smacked him on the shoulder and took your backpack from him. “I’m never letting you carry my backpack ever again.”

“We’ll see about that. I’ll see you tomorrow, Y/N!” He waves goodbye as he walks off into the direction of his own dorm. 

“This guy,” you mumble as you head into the elevators. Your phone dings as a text from Seongwoo says ‘walking alone is boring, tell me something’. You roll your eyes playfully as you type a response whilst smiling.

8:40 am – cafe

It’s been a couple months and dozens of cheesy pickup lines after you’ve met Seongwoo and he’s come by to talk to you almost every day you were working, except for today.

The door bells ring as you look up, expecting Seongwoo to come in with a new story or cheesy pickup line, but instead, you meet Daniel. “He has a little cold, but he’s acting as if it’s the flu,” Daniel explains when you ask him about Seongwoo’s absence. Of course, Seongwoo would take everything up a notch or two.

“So, I’m guessing a vanilla latte for him?” you ask, already taking out the cup.

“What? He hates lattes,” Daniel says, clearly confused. You place the cup and sharpie on the counter. “He said that he rather listen to me talk about cats than drink a latte.”

“Then why does he always order that whenever he comes by?” You were confused, why would someone who clearly hates lattes buy a latte every day. 

He shrugs. “How would I know? He’s always saying how he’s an Americano type of guy. Anyways, one hot chai latte and an Americano.”

When you hand Daniel the drinks, you ask, “Can I come by your dorm tonight? You know, to see Seongwoo, because he’s ‘super’ sick?”

“Oh, yeah sure. I won’t be in the dorm after 5:00, so I’ll just leave the key under the mat before I leave. Bye!” You wave goodbye to him and spend the rest of your shift pondering about Seongwoo’s odd actions.

6:20 pm - outside of Daniel and Seongwoo’s dorm

Just as Daniel had said, a spare key was hidden under the cat-themed rubber mat and you unlocked the door easily. You had finished your classes twenty minutes and went back to your dorm to clean up and make tea for Seongwoo.

“I thought you weren’t going to be back until 9,” Seongwoo utters, coming out of his room with a blanket over his back. He stops in his tracks when he saw you in the doorway instead of Daniel. “Y/N, what are you doing here?”

“So you like vanilla lattes, huh?” You raise an eyebrow at him and set down the cup of tea on the kitchen counter. 

Seongwoo smiles sheepishly. “So I guess you found out.”

“You’re such an odd person. You come to the coffee shop every day, even though you don’t have to, and order a drink you utterly despise. Why?” you ask.

“Do you remember what I asked you the day we met?” he asks. You shake your head. “I asked you what your favorite drink was and you replied ‘vanilla latte’.”

“And?” You expected a better explanation than him telling you what your favorite drink is. 

“’And?’ Y/N, why do you think that I visit you every day and buy a drink that I hate but you like?” 

“I don’t know, that’s why I’m asking you,” you say. 

“You might be witty, but you’re not smart, are you? I like you, Y/N,” Seongwoo confesses. “I’ve liked you ever since the day we met at the coffee shop.”

You two stare at each other for a few seconds before you spoke up. “You know I missed you when you didn’t come in today. I really like you, too.”

“Really? I’m really glad. Very, really, seriously, genuinely, absolutely, literally glad.” He starts chuckling in a relieved way and asks, “Can I kiss you?”

When you nod, he leans down while cupping face and–

ACHOO!

Oh right. He had a cold. Seongwoo turns into a new shade of red and scratches his neck. “We’re not even 10 minutes into dating and I’ve already made myself a fool in your eyes.”

“You’ve been a fool ever since I met you. I can’t believe I fell in love with a fool like you,” you croon. You hand him the cup of tea and drag him to the couch. “Until you get better, I won’t kiss you.”

Seongwoo groans and drinks the cup of tea in one shot. “Then I hope I get better fast.”

9:10 am - months after Seongwoo’s confession

“You know, I don’t really like baristas, but you’re kinda brewing on me,” Seongwoo flirts as you make his cup of Americano. 

You roll your eyes while handing him his cup. Instead of taking the cup, he takes your hand. “So, are you free tonight?” he asks. 

“Sadly, no. I have 2:00 lecture and a night shift,” you answer sadly. 

He pouts while still holding your hand. “But I really miss you. I should go tell your boss to give you more days off.”

You roll your eyes playfully again. “I’ll be free tomorrow and we can hang out all day.” Seongwoo brightens immediately and nods. 

“Alright, that’s a good plan.” He checks his watch. “I have a lecture to go to, I’ll walk you home later!” He lets go of your hand and waves goodbye. 

A part of you already missed him as he turns away, with his backpack slung around him and a cup of Americano in his hand. Another part wished he kissed you goodbye, he must’ve forgotten to do it today. You return to cleaning your work area and you saw someone stop in front of you.

“I forgot to give you something,” Seongwoo says. Before you ask him what he had forgotten, he gives you a long kiss on your lips. “I love you. I seriously, sincerely, genuinely, realistically, truthfully, absolutely love you.”

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7 Years - BadBoy! Jeon Jungkook X Reader - Part 18

Hey guys, I’m still here lol

I’ve been MIA for quite some time but now it’s the summer holidays and maybe just maybe I’ll finish this story within the next two weeks (?)

I hope you enjoy this part and don’t feel shy to pop up in my inbox about anything whether it’s related to my stories or just life in general.

Part 1  Part 2  Part 3  Part 4  Part 5  Part 6  Part 7  Part 8  Part 9  Part 10.1  Part 10.2  Part 10.3  Part 11  Part 12  Part 13  Part 14  Part 15  Part 16  Part 17  Part 18 - Here  Part 19  Part 20 - Final

Two weeks passed by so quickly that you were pleasantly surprised to see Taehyung bounce into your classroom on a Tuesday morning. As soon as he spotted you, he made a beeline straight for you and sat down on the seat Jungkook usually occupied before class started, lightly panting.

“Hey, I’m back! You missed me right?” Taehyung’s grin proved to be contagious and a smile creeped onto your face.

“Of course I did. Seeing you just yesterday wasn’t enough for me.” His grin grew bigger and he grabbed your hands in excitement.

“Really?! Well I’m here and I’m here to stay. I actually came in a day early.” His panting had died down by this point and he squeezed your hands. At that exact moment, Jungkook walked into the room, too occupied with his phone to notice Taehyung. By the time he stood in front of you, Taehyung had spotted him closing in on the both of you. Looking up from what he was doing, his eyes narrowed at Taehyungs hands gripping yours.

“Wipe that dumb smile off your face. And why are you holding onto my girl as if your life depends on it?” Taehyung stuck his tongue out at Jungkook who couldn’t help but smile at his childishness.

“We were just talking about how we’re going to elope.” An eye roll was the reply he received and you decided to intervene.

“Tae, why do you look like you were running from something this early in the morning?” He released his grasp on you and leaned back into his seat, taking a quick glance at the classrooms doorway.

“When Yoongi saw me in the hallway today I really thought he was going to attack me. You should have saw the way he came for me! He started shouting about how I was supposed to come in tomorrow and that I’m bound to hurt myself again.” All you could picture was Yoongi rolling up the sleeves of his shirt, eyebrows creased. You shuddered at the thought.

“Yoongi is really intimidating.” Taehyung immediately nodded in agreement. Just as he was about to say something else, he was interrupted by the familiar voice that came along with Namjoon.

“Tae. What are you doing?” He leant against the doorway, a lollipop in his mouth and arms crossed. When Taehyung attempted to duck his head out of sight, Namjoon entered the classroom and stood beside Jungkook, hands shoved into the  pockets of his trousers.

“Don’t make me drag you out of school.” His head remained lowered and Namjoon sighed, scratching his cheek. He then went on to grab Taehyung by his shirt collar and stood him up.

“Come on, I’m taking you back home. You’re lucky I found you before Yoongi did.” Taehyung gave Jungkook and you one last grin before he was forcibly pulled out of the classroom, Namjoon mock saluting the both of you as a goodbye.

“Nice jealous act.” Jungkook seated himself where Taehyung had been only seconds before, placing his phone into his pocket.

“Act? Who says I was acting?” If he hadn’t been grinning whilst he had said this, you would have been convinced that he was somewhat serious.

“You know better than anyone that Tae sees me as another sister.” He didn’t bother to reply and rested the side of his face on the palm of his hand, making direct eye contact with you. He grew silent and you wondered if you had said something wrong.

“You won’t leave me will you?”

These were the words Jungkook muttered.

“I can’t even if I wanted to. Class is starting soon.” Jungkook opened his mouth to say something more but soon decided against it. He shook his head and chuckled to himself.

“I didn’t mean it like that…” He was barely audible so you had to ask him to repeat himself. “Nothing, don’t worry about it.” Despite his dismissal you knew there was something on his mind. Whether he would share it or not was the problem.

-

As the week progressed, Taehyung had officially returned to school, bringing his childish antics with him. You had no doubt missed him and judging by the greetings he seemed to be getting from other students, you weren’t the only one.

You were currently sat alone in your bedroom on a Friday night, attempting to compete mondays homework. It took a total of ten minutes before you threw your hands up in the air and slumped into your desk chair, yelling out in frustration.

“Shut up! I can’t hear my show!” Your sisters annoyed voice travelled through your walls and you glared back as if she would somehow melt from the intensity. Your attention was quickly drawn away by the vibration of your phone, alerting you that you had received a message.

‘Babeh where uu?’

You blinked a couple of times just to make sure you were reading the message correctly. When you had come to the realisation that you had in fact read it correctly, you glanced at the name of the sender. Jungkook’s name stood in bold letters with a selection of emojis he had put after his own name when he decided to change it from its previous one the last time he managed to get ahold of your phone.

“What’s this idiot doing now…?” Your reply came soon after your question.

'Home. What’s up with you?’ Only seconds after he had managed to type a reply and you soon understood why it had taken such a short period of time.

'I mis u com see meh’  It was fairly obvious what the problem was.

'Jungkook, you’re drunk aren’t you?’

'Littl bit. wait you stil love me right!!1?’ This had to be the strangest conversation you had ever been subjected to but in all fairness it was quite amusing to see this side of Jungkook and have proof of it at the same time. There was no way you wouldn’t show this to Areum.

'Yes. Yes I do. Where are you?’

'Joon house. Tell me u lobe me.’ Well, his insecurities were starting to show.

'Love you.’ You didn’t receive an immediate reply after that and you wondered if something had happened. Maybe Namjoon was calming him down?

Around five minutes later a reply came through and you had to stop yourself from smiling like an idiot.

'Thas not propprly I love yu!11’

'I goin to video call yu’ True to his word, Jungkooks name appeared on the top of the familiar screen of your video call app and you accepted his call. The first thing you saw were his thighs and sleeping shorts.

“My babyyy! Why don’t you love me?” His words were slurred and you had to stop yourself from ending the call due to his shouting.

“Jungkook all I can see are your legs, flip the camera.”

“Okay.” You could hear him tapping on his phone but the camera did not change, only flash black a couple of times. When it stopped, a pair of feet appeared on the screen.

“Joon! The camera isn’t turning! My baby can’t see me!” You heard Namjoon sigh from Jungkook’s end before the camera finally switched.

“Maybe because you’re tapping the  actual camera.’ You were greeted with an under view of Jungkook’s face.

"Jungkook, are you crying?” The camera angle shifted and you were given a full view of Jungkook’s face. As you had suspected, a few tears were sliding down his cheeks.

“Yes because you didn’t tell me you love me properly! I asked you if you would ever leave me and you didn’t answer!”

“You won’t leave me will you?”

You had an idea where this was all stemming from. Who knew he could become this insecure and childish when drunk? You sure as hell didn’t.

“I love you Jungkook.” He flashed his adorable teeth in a grin and wiped his tears with the sleeve of his top.

“I love you too! Look Joon this is my lover!” He shoved the camera in a drained Namjoons face who pulled it back, giving you a perfect view of him glaring at your boyfriend.

“Yes, I know that Jungkook. I’ve met her plenty of times. Go brush your teeth, your breath stinks like shit.” Jungkook’s phone dropped onto the floor and you watched him leave the room from the new angle. Namjoons hand soon came into view and picked up the fallen device.

“I’m so sorry Y/N. I’ll get him to bed. Please get a good nights sleep.” Namjoons caring tone made you grin and you reassured him that you were fine with being called at what was now close to half eleven in the night.

“Don’t worry about it, it was entertaining. I hope you’ll get a good sleep though I doubt it if Jungkook’s that drunk.” He let out one of his deep chuckles and bid you goodbye, you doing the same before hanging up.

You were never going to let Jungkook live this down. Not as long as you lived.

-

You found yourself walking into your local cafe at ten o'clock in the morning the very next day. Scanning the few people already seated, you spotted the familiar hunched figure of Jungkook, clad in an oversized hooded jumper. Sliding the strap of your bag off your shoulder, you started towards him and sat directly across from him, bending your head down to look up into his hooded face.

“Kookie, why’re you wearing a thick jumper with your hood on in the middle of summer?” He groaned and rubbed his face before leaning back into his seat.

“The light is making this headache even worse. And it’s the end of summer actually.” That’s right. You had spent the majority of it hanging out with either the boys or Areum so the holidays flew by.

“Either way it’s still too hot to be wearing that.” Jungkook took ahold of the drawstrings of his hoodie and pulled them, closing his hood to the point where you could only see his mouth. Rolling your eyes at his behaviour, you began to dig through your bag in search of your money. Upon finding some, you stood from the table and headed to the counter, standing behind two girls.

It had taken them awhile to decide on a drink but when they did they diverted their attention to the table Jungkook was sitting at. The taller of the two nudged her friend and pointed in his direction which made your eyebrows furrow. He had loosened his hood, allowing you to see his full face in all it’s glory.

“Woah, he’s kind of hot…”

Kind of? You’d beg to differ. It wasn’t hard to admit that Jungkook was easily one of the most attractive boys you’d ever had the pleasure of knowing, not including the boys. They were all handsome, that was a fact.

“I know right. Look at him, he’s totally a bad boy. So my type.” You turned your full attention to Jungkook just in time to catch him pull his hood off and run a hand through his bed hair. One of the girls let out a small gasp and grasped the other ones arm, continuing to admire your boyfriend.

“I didn’t expect him to be that good looking. He’s even got that sexy bed hair and piercing thing going on.” You crossed your arms and leant back on one foot, annoyance gradually spreading throughout your entire being. You knew you shouldn’t be jealous, you didn’t see a problem with people acknowledging your boyfriends good looks. As long as it wasn’t right in front of you and they weren’t practically drooling over him. At this point, the barista had brought over the two drinks they had been waiting for and you silently thanked god that they had a reason to stop ogling Jungkook. Stepping up to the counter, you ordered yourself your usual caramel iced frappé and Jungkook a caramel macchiato. That should give him the energy he oh so desperately needed.

You checked your phone for any new messages and searched through your photos absentmindedly whilst waiting for your order. You were greeted with at least a dozen pictures of Jungkook making ridiculous faces and you laughed out loud, unable to contain your amusement.

The barista greeted you, handing you both drinks in a cup holster and you brightly thanked her. Spinning on your heel, you noticed the two girls from before sitting opposite Jungkook and your mood immediately dampened. Jungkook was leaning his head on his palm, staring at them with what seemed to be a bored expression though they either hadn’t noticed or decided to ignore it.

Regaining your composure for their sake, you began in their direction and managed to catch a bit of their conversation. “Sooo why’re you here alone this early in the morning?”

Jungkook blinked slowly as if he was trying to comprehend why she was asking him such a question.

“I’m not alone and I have a real shitty headache so maybe you can stop talking or something?” She looked taken aback for a split second before she smiled and pulled a napkin from the dispenser on the table. She then took the pen her friend had seemingly produced from nowhere and scribbled what was obviously her phone number. When she began to slide it over to Jungkook, you decided now was the time to intervene and sat beside him.

“Hey babe, what’s happening?” The girl stopped her movements and narrowed her eyes at you before she retracted the napkin. Jungkook went on to rest his cheek on your shoulder and you both watched as the girls each gave a small smile, rising from their seats.

“Nothing, just asking where he bought his jumper from.” They shuffled away from you and exited the cafe, leaving both you and Jungkook alone once again.

“Didn’t know you could get that jealous.” He rubbed his cheek on your shoulder affectionately and you set his drink in front of him.

“What do you mean, 'that jealous’?”

He smirked at you and gave his best impersonation of you, making his voice a few pitches higher.

“'Hey babe, what’s happening?’”

He then burst into a fit of laughter whilst you felt an all too familiar warmth spread across your cheeks.

“Shut up Jungkook.”

Jungkook calmed himself down seconds later and whispered into your ear, the first half of his sentence teasing and the second half sincere.

“Don’t worry 'babe’, you know I love you.”

'Babe’ was definitely going to be a recurring pet name he would use to embarrass you. Little does he know you have screenshots of him crying.

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Move on – Jeff Atkins x Reader

Request: Hello! :) I'm a sucker for angst so I was wondering if you can do one based on the song Lips of An Angel? Like maybe the reader and Jeff broke up then months later they decided to get back into dating someone through dollar valentines? They're dating someone new but both is secretly still in love with the other without them knowing? And both regrets or smth. Fluff or angst ending you decide hehehe –K

Summary: The italicized letters mean that the scene described is a flashback..

I heard this song while I was writing.

Words: 3572

Reader’s point of view.

Enjoy it!

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The music was too loud, possibly heard in the next few blocks. The party was at its point and i was dancing in the middle of the room, shaking my hair and a red glass at the top of beer in my hand. I wasn’t worried that i would shed a considerable amount of liquid in every movement, but who cared? Everyone here was drunk enough to need my drink. Tomorrow I would regret this, especially for the hangover but I would take care of that in due time.

I stopped for a few seconds to drink the little content I had, I didn’t used to go to parties, but when I did, I knew perfectly how to have fun. I usually came with my boyfriend, but lately he's committed to his qualifications after receiving an ultimatum from his trainer, who had missed this one. I could have been a good girlfriend and stay home an assistant, but the reality was, i wasn’t better than he at school, and this party was important so that we both lost it. For the moment, I received no threats to drive me out of the cheerleading squad, so I don’t worry about staying home and studying, not on a Friday night. No doubt, I was already drunk. Jeff wasn’t going to love this.

"You move very well, girl"

I turned with a big smile on my way to the voice behind my back. A boy, who was supposed to know because his face was too familiar, perhaps sharing a class or two, it didn’t matter, it wasn’t the time to think about the institute, or tasks or anything else.

After seeing that boy at the party, there is no record of anything else, until a few hours after Jessica was in charge of giving me a good reprimand, regret that she hadn’t had a portal like a saint during the celebration, although At least she did it with her boyfriend. That boy, he wasn’t my boyfriend. My boyfriend had stayed at home among books, while I was making one of my worst mistakes in my life, and there was no day until today that I regretted every action that night.

I balanced my phone in the dark of my room. There is no record of having brought me a house where I wasn’t very well received, now carried a good punishment, and not for attending the party, but for the painful state in which I came. At least I’m not drunk anymore. But i repent and be destroyed. I look with tears in my eyes at the screen of my cell, the name of Jeff is there and just press the icon to call to end this. How could it have happened? How could I have made him the best boy he has ever known? Why did I even attend that party ... without him? I cover my face with my hands and sob. There were many people who realized what happened. On Monday someone would tell Jeff, and i knew he had to know for me. He was going to send me to the devil, perhaps in such a kind way that it will make me feel worse. At no time in our long relationship has he manifested with me in a bad way, I have never had the voice, no matter how angry I was for the madness that I sometimes made, it was more than madness and even then I knew him well enough. Who will not even dare to tell me the word "bitch" to think about it, is another matter that I would never know.

I bit my lip hard. It was three o'clock in the morning, possibly I would be asleep. Later we were going to the movies and then to dinner, but I couldn’t look him in the eyes, I couldn’t go out with him, not after what I did. I always knew Jeff was the good of the two ... and I didn’t deserve him. He didn’t deserve someone like me.

Finally I pressed the call button and while I waited for him to answer, I worked on reassurance.

"Y/N? Is everything okay? "His voice sounded sleepy but alert. Who would call in the wee hours of the night unless it was an emergency?

I closed my eyes, letting more tears drain away.

"No," I whispered.

"Where are you? Did something happen to you?" I heard the squeak of his bed. Possibly sat or got up. I imagined him taking his jacket. He was able to drive to my house right now. A pang pierced my chest and I felt worse.

"I'm home," I murmured.

"Then why are you calling me at this hour?" Another squeak. He sat down again.

"I ..." I covered my mouth at the threat of another sob "I ... I have to tell you something, Jeff"

It took a few seconds to respond.

"You're worrying me, I can go to your house right now, just leave the window open"

I smiled through tears. It wouldn’t be the first time he would sneak into my room, possibly his most rebellious act, but only when my sadness and worry wouldn’t let me sleep, he would come in, we would lay on my bed and caress my arm while telling me some anecdote . He wouldn’t leave until I fell asleep, when I woke up I found a note, either on paper or on my phone. My smile was blurred again.

"Stay there, Jeff." I couldn’t see him. "I did something very bad." And I burst into tears. I couldn’t tell him, I couldn’t even want to break his heart, but neither did he deserve to stay with me, nor could I pretend that nothing had happened. I didn’t want to lose him, but that decision no longer belonged to me. He waited in silence "I can’t tell you what, but ... I can let you go"

"What are you talking about?"

"Jeff ..." I closed my eyes to say the following words: "I'm breaking up with you. You and I ... we're done"

"Y/N"

And I hung up, not giving time to his questions or his talks trying to blame himself for my decision so hurried. But it wasn’t his, it was mine. I couldn’t break his heart, not with the truth, but with the call, i knew that i had already done so. I dropped my phone and ran to my window to close it securely and run the curtains enough not to see a shadow. I would give him at least fifteen minutes for him to play in this one, i only had fifteen minutes to fall asleep or torment me with the nonstop touches Jeff would make.

A slap on my shoulder startled me back to the present. Liberty High at the time of changing classes and crowded aisles. I had been five minutes in front of one of the posters that announced the Dollar’s Valentine while remembering that soon it would be the dance, the first one that would go without a partner ... Without my boyfriend. It had been two months since I ended my relationship with Jeff Atkins because of my actions and not being able to control myself with the drink. A few days later, he had learned the truth, what i had done, and finally he understood why my call at three in the morning. At present hardly and looked at me. We practically passed the other without talking to each other, not smiling at us and not looking at us, at least he didn’t, I would usually stop in the middle of the aisle and turn to see him leave, with the slight hope that he would return to do the same, But he never did and that hurt me a little more, just as guilt was growing.

I looked at Jessica who smiled at me and looked at the poster that had brought me a bad memory.

"Will you come in?" She asked.

"To our own campaign? Would that be fair? "I said in a muffled tone. The truth is that I didn’t want to find a list with future ideal couples. It's to the benefit of our squad, but I was afraid to see five names and that none outside of Jeff, though that would not change at all.

"It would serve to set the example." Jess smiled again. She knew my situation perfectly and didn’t waste a day trying to cheer me up.

"Will you come in?"

She snorted and rolled her eyes.

"You know I don’t need it"

Of course, she had a perfect relationship with her boyfriend Justin Foley.

"We'd better go," I murmured, and without waiting for her, I began to walk. It remained in her if she followed me or took a different course.

 After that awful slide that caused me the loss of someone important in my life, one of the best things that could happen to me, I decided to commit myself to raise my grades in high school. At home, they thought, having finished with my boyfriend had raised my notes, which was why Jeff had been classified as a distraction. Usually after school I went to the classroom to finish my homework or catch up with notes from a classmate; I was also motivated by the fact that I could observe Jeff in the distance, even working with Clay Jensen.

I left my things on a table far enough away from that pair and went to one of the shelves, I needed to get a history book that was worth it to do a rehearsal. I stopped to examine the titles in front of me, but in fact, I didn’t read them because I had a perfect panorama of the profile of my now ex-boyfriend. I couldn’t help it. Having done so because of my mistakes didn’t mean I didn’t love him anymore. Instead, every day, every second of my life, my love for him grew; When I saw his smile, when I saw him playing, or when I peered at him from my desk and I saw his reactions relieved when they gave him a task and the qualification was high. That's my boy, committed and mending his mistakes instead of running away and hiding. He was the opposite of me. Besides, i wouldn’t find someone like him and wasn’t interested in doing that search. I only wanted him, even though now it was impossible.

I had it all with Jeff Atkins and my foolishness made me lose it. I should never have gone to that damn party. I should have driven in the opposite direction, direct to his house and help him in his work.

I felt my eyes fill with tears as I returned to the present. I took a book without bothering to read the title or not, the truth is that I had lost interest in doing homework on this site, I would take care of it at home. I looked at Jeff one last time to find that he held a paper in his hands. I narrowed my eyes at the decorations of the same one, the same ones that I had suggested when we were preparing the Dollar’s Valentine. Was he entering the game? I felt my heart break and however much I wanted to claim him, I had no right. He had moved on, just what I wanted, maybe find a girl much better than me. At least I thought, but my body took on a life of its own, went to the table, took her backpack and folder and left the classroom directly to the reception. I would buy my Dollar’s Valentine too.

I lost five dollars for five names. Jeff Atkins and I had few things in common, but at least enough to have him on my list and I show up in his. I filled out the form as fast as I could but being honest and deposited the money in front of my partner who smiled. Yes, I supported our campaign, but those had been my last five dollars to survive on the week. When I was handed the sheet, I doubted those results, four names I knew, one not really, but what puzzled me was that nowhere was the name of Jeff. This was really wrong, what kind of deception are we promoting?

"Sheri?"

She looked up at me with a smile. She was hoping to tell her the names that had been my list.

"From cheerleader to cheerleader. Did Jeff Atkins come by or did you give him his list?"

She laughed and shook her head. Yes, it seemed the typical ex who didn’t exceed the boy, and it was true, but if his name didn’t appear and I was honest in my answers, I even knew what he would answer, then it was possible that I imagined it with that sheet. No, my imagination had not been, I was sure.

"Jeff?" She mocked "No, not at all, and I doubt he does. You should know that, Y/N"

"I know. I just ... I don’t know ... "I looked at my sheet. Five dollars in the trash, I would run out of food to try something.

"Then you did it for him?"

I folded my sheet in half, it would look bad if I wrinkled it in front of her. This was our idea, which bad example would be giving, everyone would take it as it was a simple crap.

"I'll see you at the dance"

I left the office and school as a soul that leads to the devil.

 Dave held out his hand to me as he kindly opened the door to his car. I managed not to step on the dress with my favorite color that I had decided to wear at the Valentine's Ball. I still questioned why i had agreed to come and especially with a date, product of the absurd list of Dollar’s Valentine that in the end had decided to take the floor, After all, if the boy was in the five chosen, then we had to have something in common, although the way here was absolutely silent, or it was my lack of motivation to try to move forward. I looked at the sidetracked boy as we walked to the entrance of the auditorium, he wasn’t even half of handsome that Jeff, in fact, what I thought, is that he didn’t get to the heels of my boy ... my not boy.

I tried to put on my best smile as we walked through the doors. My arm recharged in Dave's, how much falsehood in one scene. I had also turned out on the guy's list, incredibly first, instead, on mine, turned out to be the third. I didn’t want to take the first one because it was one of my friends, it would only make it more uncomfortable. So I took the stranger, whom I probably decide to ignore after tonight.

"Do you want something to drink?" His voice caught my attention and I watched him blink. I hoped he hadn’t found me looking all over the place for that smile that fascinated me.

"Sure." I replied with a smile.

Dave left and I sighed in relief, why didn’t I just decide to come myself? Why didn’t I just throw the list in the trash and get on with my life without five dollars less in my wallet? What's more, why did I even come to a party full of lovers? For him? What if he didn’t come? What if he came with someone else? It made a knot in my stomach, as if I had not eaten all day and I moved from the place, forgetting for a few seconds, that my partner would look for me at any moment, but I had had enough of Dave, I hadn’t even attracted a bit.

I moved near the door, hiding behind balloons, I hadn’t seen him in the gym, so he may not have arrived. I remained there for at least ten minutes, until he appeared, with a girl hanging from his arm; A smiling blonde, as if she had waited for that opportunity all her life. And I recognized her, oh, of course I knew her; She is in my algebra class and I was also aware of the taste she had for who was my boyfriend, that was the main reason why she hated me or why she snorted and rolled her eyes every time I entered the classroom, Yes I'm still breathing, fool. And I felt doubly hurt. Jeff knew I couldn’t stand her either, the product of my jealousy, and had brought her to the dance, wanted to prove something? Did he imagine that I would introduce myself and see him? The blood began to boil, I left my hiding place and I avoided that my eyes were filled with tears. Now it was more my anger, of all the girls of Liberty High, had to be precisely she with whom he come.

"I've been looking all over for you, Y/N" Soon I had Dave by my side.

"I’m finished with this. Find someone who has come alone." I didn’t even look at him when I left following that couple.

To have seen him with another, one that I didn’t approve of course, and that went against my good wishes for him to move on, made me understand, that i had been a complete idiot in having lost him and that i wanted to stay with him. I would somehow amend what I did, and that he would forgive me.

When I got to where they were, with my best smile I took him by the arm, he turned and his eyes widened, or he pretended quite well or really didn’t expect to see me here.

"Can we talk for a second?" I tried to hide the anger. The blonde took his other arm.

"Now he's with me, pretty"

"You quiet you look prettier. Maybe you'll catch something else." I looked at her with superiority and she rolled her eyes "Jeff?"

He sighed.

“All right. I'll be right back." He said to the blonde, oh, of course he wasn’t coming back.

I smiled at the girl, who, after making sure Jeff didn’t see her, showed me the middle finger.

"What?" He told me once that we were far enough away to speak without screaming.

"I don’t know ... I just" I looked in the direction of where we had gone "Really, Jeff? Her?"

"Do you worry about me dating someone else? Isn’t it what you wanted, Y/N? I don’t understand you. She is a good girl"

I swallowed the mocking laugh I was about to take out.

"It's what I want," I said. "Or I wanted ... I'm not sure anymore. I just ... I realized that ..." I squeezed my lips "I never asked you to forgive me for what I did" He looked away "I know I did you a lot of damage and I did to me too, but I guess I deserved it. I'm not going to tell you that it was just a kiss, because I know how important that is for you ... for both"

Jeff finally looked at me.

"Why after two months, you come to the dance and you apologize to me?"

"Because I couldn’t remain at peace with myself, the guilt still follows me" I crossed my arms "I just needed to ask your forgiveness to understand that I must let you go. You can go with her now"

It hurt too much. My first intention to pull him away from that blonde was to retrieve it, but now, being alone, I remembered that ours was finally over, that there was a possibility that he would never forgive me and that I should go ahead, just what I too should be doing.

I watched as Jeff hesitated, looked back, wondering whether to go back or to go somewhere else, then he saw me again and smiled half-heartedly.

"Do you know how hard it‘s for me to date someone else?"

"I know, I also came with someone" I looked away "With whom perhaps I should apologize for having planted it right here" We both laughed and looked at each other until the laughter died "I don’t think I could be with someone else again" I bit my lip, maybe saying what was in my head would hurt me more, wasn’t it enough punishment? "Because you're unique, Jeff Atkins, and I love you more and more"

He nodded. I understood in his gaze that he was debating what to say or do. In what was wrong or good. Forgive me? Was he considering it? In what category did he put it? Nerves were eating me, but I wasn’t ready to say goodbye forever.

"To hell with the past, Y/N. I love you, and maybe I'm making a mistake but I'll find out in time"

"I'm never going to hurt you again, Jeff. Never again"

His hands settled on my cheeks. I let the tears emerge from my eyes as he bent to join his lips with mine. This promise was never going to break, and if it were, I would even take care of ceasing to exist in this world.

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