Maybe I will

Cold Feet.

I know I have unfinished fanfictions but I'm starting anew and this one is going to be heartfelt. If you want to read some of my work I would suggest reading this. Happy scrolling <3

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"I just don't see the big deal, Florence. Ron isn't that hot, not to me anyway." the brunette girl argued as they strolled through the empty corridor.

"You're only saying that because your standards are too high, Candy. If you would just stop reading those corny fanfictions--" said the defensive blonde next to her.

"Number one, I told you not to call me Candy anymore. Candice, just Candice. Number two, those fanfics are the only reason I ever read so you should be happy for me."

Seeing that they weren't going to agree, they picked up their pace to the door of their class. Professor Snape stood inside, his arms crossed like always. They were late for class. Again. They weren't exactly dedicated to classes that Snape taught because he was the most insufferable wizard they had ever met. They could hear the sharp voice of the professor ordering the class to the back of the room. The duo peered inside, not planning on actually entering. Before they could disappear the dark eyes that belonged to the wicked man turned to them.

"Ah, glad you could finally join us. Miss Fangton, Miss Selero, to the front of the class. Would you like to tell everyone why you were late yet again?"

The dark-clothed figure stuck his arm out of his tightly-intertwined body and snapped his fingers harshly. Both Candice and Florence rushed up to the front and faced the rest of the class. Some of their peers wore smirks as a way to mock them whilst others who took the class seriously gave them death stares. Both girls had their hands at their fronts, their shoulders tense and their heads down. Candice began,

"Sorry professor, we were just fixing our robes. You see, someone spilt milk on both of us at breakfast and we didn't want to come in here looking like we just soiled ourselves. Sorry that we were late, probably won't happen again."

She spoke so fast that even the class clowns were silent. Professor Snape snarled at them and then put his stiff, hanging arm back to his chest. 

"To the back of the class."

Florence followed behind her brown-haired companion and giggled slightly. Once they were at the back of the room, she whispered into the girl's ear,

"That was incredible. How did you come up with an alibi so quickly?"

"I came up with it on the way here." she replied with a grin. 

As they both laughed quietly under their breathe, the low voice at the front of the room bellowed once again. 

"I will tell you where to sit and you will sit there. No discussions, no questioning. Sit down, get your textbook out, read. Is that understood? Good. Mr Malfoy, here." he pointed to a desk at the far left of the class at the front. The blond-haired boy scoffed and slammed down onto the wood. The group of students that remained at the back of the class all waited, tension rising. None of the girls wanted to sit next to the boys and none of the boys wanted to sit next to the girls. Simple.

"Theo Riddle."

The unfamiliar name caught both Candice and Florence by surprise. They recognised the name Riddle but Theo was new to their knowledge. They looked at eachother, intrigued of what he could bring to the year. 

"Candice Fangton."

Candice looked up at Florence as she knelt down to get her satchel that was hovering just above the floor. She didn't want to sit next to any boy, let alone the new one.