Opia

1

Transfer;

"Dare."

Already being left in my bra and skirt, I challenged the tall brunette if he even dared to take this further than it already went.

"I dare you...to make out with Orlen," the brunette smirked. I scoffed as I yanked the joint out of his mouth before placing it between my lips and walking over to Orlen.

The boy looked eager, I hopped onto his lap, "Don't get too attached, baby." I took a puff before I held the joint in one hand and used my other to snake around his neck.

Holding the puff of smoke in my mouth, I crashed my lips onto his. Exhaling the smoke into his mouth as the guys around me began clapping and whistling.

I slowly removed my lips off of his, his eyes wide with pleasure - it wasn't too hard to assume as he felt rock solid.

"For a couple of baddies you boys sure are going soft on me," I pouted, falling back on my chair as I continued smoking the used joint.

"Show us what you're made of, Alora," the brunette chuckled lowly, gesturing for me to continue. 

I stood up, placing my hands on my hips as I looking around the seated boys - all of them too much of a pussy to do what I want.

"Truth or dare, Jácob?" I asked the young blonde.

"Dare," he imposed, rubbing his chin as he carefully looked me up and down - licking his lips. 

"I dare you-"

Suddenly the door opened revealing my perky roommate, Josephine, walking into Orlen's dormitory as she scrunches her nose - the smell irritating her.

I rolled my eyes before walking over to her, running my hands through her hair golden locks, "Did you want something?"

She brushed my hand away, pushing me back slightly. "Madame Maxime wish's to see you," she huffed, whacking her hair in my face.

"I'll be back, boys. You got lucky, Jácob," I winked as I grabbed my top and blazer off of the chair and put it on. Cleaning myself up before I speak with the headmistress.

Walking down the corridor, I popped gum in my mouth, my favourite flavour - mint. Whenever I'm feeling stressed I have to chew, in this case I needed to hide the smell of weed on my breath.

I knocked on Madame Maxime's door, a bad feeling washing over me. "Entre!" I opened the door and was gobsmacked to see my mother sitting on one of the chairs.

"Mum?" Madame Maxime walked over to me, stretching her gigantic hand for me to take. Taking it, I slowly walk up to her guest chair and sit in it.

"Look if I'm getting expelled then-"

"You're not getting expelled, Alora. You're transferring," my mum interrupted me. I scoffed, looking between her and Madame Maxime who seem to be holding a serious expression.

Leaning back in my chair, I crossed my arms over my chest. "I never asked to be transferred." My mother sighed before grabbing hold of my arm, rubbing it gently.

"You have no choice, baby. He found out," she breathed, her hands slightly shaking.

I grabbed onto my mother's hand, knowing talking about him made her feel sick.

"Vos valises, you need to pack them," Madame Maxime stated as she was writing my transfer documents.

I looked to my mother who had a sympathetic look in her eyes. "Where am I even going? Please don't say that rat of an American school," I scrunched my face in disgust as I questioned her.

Mother shook her head as she squeezed my hand, "You're going to Hogwarts!"

I chuckled, my mother has always had a trait for a funny personality. It was quite funny. Hogwarts. I didn't think she could get any funnier.

"Mum, I'm being serious. Where am I going?" She looked at me, that look she gave me when she was waiting for the news to settle in.

I shook my head, "Mum- No! He's not stupid, he'll find me easily." My mum took in a deep breath before standing up.

"It's the safest option, Alora. Adam will be there to look out for you, it's where I went, there is no place safer." I leaned back in my chair, my tongue rolling on the inside of my cheek.

Mother always talked about how she dreamt I would go to Hogwarts the same as she did. When I was a little girl she would describe the castle to me, telling me how one day I'll get to walk through the same doors as her and experience something magical.

"Fine! When do we leave?" I asked, standing up and fixing my skirt.

"Once you pack your things, we'll be off," she sternly stated.

Great, time to get out of this shit hole I called home for the past six years.