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I began trail deeper though my colourful thoughts that occupier my mind, as Professor Snape aggressively wrote on the chalkboard.
Even the potions room had the nostalgic smell and golden warmth of Hogwarts buried underneath it, only right underneath the chilling air and occasional wafts of the potions brewed still stuck in the air from the years before.
I felt a small tug on my pigtails, and then a sudden jolt, thrashing my head backwards.
"Stop it!" I hissed, turning around and swatting Goyle's hand with mine.
"You like that?" He chuckled, raising his eyebrows at me and biting his lip.
"Obviously, I don't. I asked you to stop, please." I sternly commanded, keeping my voice low.
"That's not what you said to John when he tried to hit that." He chuckled, Crabbe obviously uncomfortably next to him, but still laughing.
He then began to make obnoxiously loud moaning noises directed towards me and started to slap his hand against the table.
My clenched jaw softened, and I only stared at the ground, feeling hardly any emotion but panic.
"Really?" Harry angrily said to him, abruptly turning in his seat two away from mine.
More heads began to turn from the table I sat at.
"Um, It's alright, I can handle him." I questionably whispered, hoping they wouldn't hear me.
"Obviously you can't." Goyle scoffed, carelessly swinging his wand around.
"Piss off." I mutered, keeping my eyes fixated on the stone ground as they watered.
"What was that?"
"I said, piss off. We're not doing this again this year alright?"
"Says who?"
"Please. None of that's even true, you and I both know that. I just want to finish my work."
I turned in my seat, and pretended not to noice the stares surrounding me.
My hands began to sweat, and my shaking leg made squeaking noises on the stool I sat on.
Blinking back the tears back from my eyes, I suddenly felt a tickle of sparks on my upper back.
