Calista took a shuddery breath, her heart throbbing in her chest. She pushed her journal away, hot tears stinging her eyes. There was a quiet knock at her door and she quickly snapped the small book closed and wiped her eyes rapidly.
"Come in," she squeaked nervously and stood up, brushing off her lavender gown. The familiar, comforting face entered the room and Calista sucked in a sharp breath.
"Andrew," she breathed.
"My Lady," Andrew curtly bowed to her before shutting the door behind him and taking a few steps closer to the Noble. Calista's lip quivered and she fell forward into his arms.
"I'm sorry," Calista whimpered into his shoulder. Andrew gently rubbed her back.
"There's no reason to be sorry, love." he whispered. Calista held back a sob and held him closer, burying her face into his neck. Andrew hissed the top of her head lightly, running his fingers through her hair.
"We have tonight," he murmured. Calista understood what he meant and pulled away, planting a kiss on his lips and preparing herself to forget the fears of tomorrow with the love tonight.
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Yours Truly
FantasyAspen, a seventh year Slytherin, has the complexion over everyone of her classmates, yet she doesn't seem the Slytherin type. In the midst of her attempt to get away from her troubles, she has the pleasure of meeting Harrison S Pendrake, a Gryffindo...
