⁀➷ ⌛ sᴛʀᴀᴅɪᴠᴀʀɪ. ⌛ ❝ ɪ ᴊᴜsᴛ ᴄᴀɴ'ᴛ ʟᴇᴛ ᴜs ʙᴏᴛʜ ᴅɪᴇ ɪɴ ᴠᴀɪɴ. ❞ - lyric from, 'the day you kiIIed yourself,' by xójira. Sometimes I think I'm unlucky. Nothing I want ever happens, usually the opposite happens. To be frank, I hate Hogwarts. I hate magic. And as a kid, I've always been scared of my mum. It didn't help that she was a death-eater, and almost kiIIed my dad at one point. Knowing this, I get why my father didn't let me see my mum ever. Though, I'd always be jealous of the other schoolboys, growing up. Boys that age could be cruel. Especially at the realization of seeing an outcast. It's then when I accidentally did something to one of them... I cast magic. God, everything horrid happened to me then. Because right after my dad took me to my mum from south England to north England, she took me under her wing. Sure, she resented the fact that I had muggle blood in me, but that was her fault, too. And that's when the letter came. The letter that'd change my life. I was forced to go to Hogwarts. I made friends, but nothing was the same. I just wanted to go back to my normal life, honestly. Lyla's a saint, but, she didn't understand me. She didn't get how much I hated Hogwarts at that point in my life. I always told her, the summer prior to the school year, that I wouldn't come back this time. That I'd go back to being a muggle. But it never mattered. After all, my mum always found a way to send me back to Hogwarts. Even if it involved having multiple people keep tabs on me. Maybe it's the shame of knowing your son chose not to live the wizarding lifestyle. Or it's her trying to hide her past mistakes of being with a muggle. Or both... ⌛ Lyla leaned against the window ledge, smiling at me as I told her about my... uneventful holidays break. "You know... my best friend DOES need a date to St. Val's," she tucked a hair behind her ear. I could tell she was scheming. "Don't tell me you're thinking about me," I roll my eyes, but I'm sort of flattered. Lyla's been my friend for a while, I'm surprised I even know her. She's too... well, popular for me, honestly. But, while we're here, Casey Dixon appears. She's furrowing her brows, and punches me on the side playfully. "Hawkes! I AM not letting you go with my sister-" "Caeeee- it'll be SO cute- please!" Lyla pleaded with a laugh, and Casey rolled her eyes. "Well, after all, I'm a Hufflepuff. A sweet one, I wouldn't hurt you," she laughed cruelly towards me, and I shudder just a tad. "I refuse to believe that. You're very capable of hurting people-" "-what, do you WANT me to beat you up?" she retorts, and Lyla squeezes her shoulder. "Caeeee- don't beat Arch up!" I glare at her. She's rather feral. Suits her, after all. They say the people you hangout with shape you, and as a Hufflepuff, I'm pretty sure she hangs out with animals. "Er, no," I laugh, "I believe you, now." "Good," she grins. Why are my friends so crazy-? Lyla backs up a tad, before saying, "anyway, 5:00 PM. Hogsmeade. Madam Puddifoot's. You and her, okay? Don't ghost her, or we WILL find you." "Um... all right," I mutter nervously, rubbing the back of my neck. I guess I'm set up on a date, now. ...I hope it's fun, to be honest. ⁀➷ as lyla as casey (mentioned) as either sister or best friend.
