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You felt the air of the castle hit your face.
You were muggleborn, a half-blood if you will.
You were shunned by your peers including your non-magical father.
Your mother wasn’t caring at all, she looked at you like you were a stranger.
You didn’t mind though, they were all strangers you never wanted to interact with apart from the fact that you live with them.
You sighed, your eyes drifting back to the Hogwarts express behind you.
You scrunched up your nose, already feeling a dull ache of bittersweetness invading your blood stream.
You blinked and stepped forward, trying to muster up all your courage and energy— to immediately bumped into a taller boy.
“Bollocks!” You cursed as you rubbed your pained head. “Excuse me?” A voice invaded your ears.
You look up with slight worry. “Pardon my manners, I didn’t mean to bump into you.” You tried to say as politely as possible. Biting your lower lip- and immediately stopping in embarrassment.
The boy infront of you was breathtakingly charming. His dark curls falling just over his eyebrow, the slicked well tamed hair showing off his sharp cheekbones.
“Who are you?” He asked, bored. Suddenly your fantasies were broken with the deadpan expression he was giving you.
Was he really one of THOSE wankers? You groaned internally. Though, his appearance excused his lack of politeness. You might indulge in some of your delusions if he doesn’t suddenly get a horrible haircut..
You coughed, breaking your own line of thought to focus on what he was telling you— oh yeah, who are you?
“My name is Y/N, I’m..” you paused, considering the fact that muggle-blood was looked down upon but remembered it was inevitable in the long run, your last name wasn’t really known. “a halfblood.”
The boy looked at you with mild interest, a polite smile making its way onto his face. “That you are, hm.”
Your knees immediately felt weak, his voice was.. you didn’t notice it before, but the way he tilted his head in thought while humming in that- in that way. Blimey! Your heart was about to jump out of your chest.
“A-ah yes..” you hurriedly said, bloody hell.. you were extremely embarrassing. Was that even something you had to reply to? You don’t know. His face is so dreamy..
“You’re extremely red,” he noted, teasing, with a slight hint of condescension.
Gosh that made him even more attractive.
Snobby men weren’t usually your type but.. he wore it so bloody well.
You couldn’t help it— “Offering to escort me to the medical wing, aren’t you?” You don’t know how you suddenly mustered the courage to say what you just said- but you’re extremely embarrassed. Though.. if he responded accordingly…..
You tried to read his face but it was still polite, the only thing you could notice was the slight curl of his polite smile. Will he catch the bait?
He instead chuckled, “No need for that.” Oh so he wants you dead in a ditch. Ah you see..
“But just to be sure,” he put on his most charming smile and held out his arm for you to take. You couldn’t help but fan yourself putting on a goofy smile. Until you actually realised that it could be icky for him to see— you instead put on a small smile.
He smiled knowingly.