✦ᴀᴍʙɪᴠᴀʟᴇɴᴄᴇ✦ - 𝘚.𝘖.𝘉

ᴄʜᴀᴘᴛᴇʀ 37

𝕴 sighed, rubbing my forehead, strolling through the halls after just departed with Noelle as she headed to her Charms lesson and I had a free period.

I was extremely tired. I'd only got to sleep at three from my mind in complete over drive from everything going on at the minute. The talk of the new dark wizard is spreading through the Wizarding World like wildfire, meaning I was getting more attention due to the last 'famous' dark wizard at large was my father. A muggle family was murdered in South East London, the Minister for magic believing dark magic was the cause of death, due to flashes of green, cloaked men and strange unforeseen circumstances.

I wasn't paying attention to where I was going when I bumped into someone walking around the corner, reeling back in anger, about to hex them when my monochrome orbs met a pair of grey ones, breathing out quietly,

"Oh it's just you" I muttered, rubbing my eyes and sliding both of my hands into the pocket of my leather jacket as the boy stared down at me,

"Don't act too happy to see me, some might think you're insane" He retorted from my greeting, to which I sent him a flat look, his searching my face.

Sirius examined the snow haired girl in front of him, his heart paining inside of him because of how tired and fed up she looked. To everyone else she probably looked the same, unbothered and uninterested from everything. Void of any emotion- especially since eyes and ears were on her everywhere. He knew better though. He could see the diamonds underneath her eyes from a concealment charm, hiding her dark eyes, her facial structure sharper and her beautiful, unique eyes half open- almost like siren eyes.

"When was the last time you slept?" He murmured, stepping closer to me in the empty hallway, brushing my hair out of my face and neatly behind my ears, sliding his hand to my cheek of which I leaned into tiredly,

"Why do you care?" I mumbled, twitching my nose and averting my eyes elsewhere from him, yawning as his thumb stroked over my cheek.

"Because believe it or not, Rory, people care about you- me included. Massively" He sighed, tilting my chin up to meet his eyes again, my heart fluttering in my chest, wanting to melt into him. His eyes are cloudy and stormy, yet never looking so comfortable and warming, as if they were the colours of soft puddles of honey or grass verges on a summers day. For me- the thunder and lightning had a sense of amicability.

"I'm not sure, I've been having naps here and there when I pass out, but I'm okay" I muttered, his concern and worry only growing, biting the inside of his cheek,

"And if I took the concealment charms off your face?"

"You don't want to see...." I commented lowly, his head shaking when his other arm slid around my back, playing with my hair gently, only making me more sleepy. He knew what he was doing,

"I don't know, Rory, dark bags are pretty hot" He spoke with a smirk tugging on his lips, causing me to laugh gently before fluttering my eyes closed in his hold, leaning into his cold palm, "Okay, darling. I know what to do" He declared almost silently, my eyes flitting open to see his sincere ones, my eyebrows raising,