Into The Darkness
My days were as followed, walk up, shake off my dreams, ignore Draco, eat breakfast, get a feeling of dread as Pansy flirted with Draco as I walked past them in the halls, hide in the library before class, go to class, eat dinner, hide in the chamber, go to my room, sleep, repeat. It worked for a couple of weeks.
But a couple of weeks ago was not today. Today was the terribly boring History of Magic lecture, which I'm currently sitting in, taking notes. I nearly drifted off into a daydream before a terrible pain started at the back of my neck. It felt as it my hair was on fire, but only in that small spot. I gritted my teeth and tried to ignore it. That didn't work as it intensified and felt as if it was slowly spreading. I slowly reached my hand to the back of my neck and nearly jumped as I touched it. I pulled my hand back and looked down at it as the professor droned on.
Just so you know, this is the second book of the Young Miss Riddle series of fanfiction. The world of Harry Potter is in no way mine, sadly.