You know, don't you?
You know who it is.
Why don't you say?
Are you scared of being wrong?
I bit my lip, worried for Tom. It had been a few days, but we were in a stand-still, waiting for him. He wasn't a murderer. But how could Harry Potter's little boy be one? I didn't understand. It was the first time my knowledge had failed me.
But I did met Albus shortly after.
"Hey!" he said. I turned around, my hand buried in my pockets. I was on my way to meet up with Lucas after a long day, but I was glad I didn't have to study like most of the children here.
"What?" I said.
"You should be in class," said the kid, a little snottily. "The 6th year classes just started!"
"I've been graduated for about 3 years, kid." I said, walking as he struggled to keep up with me. He seemed bent on calling me out for doing something wrong.
"No you haven't!" he said.
"I have," I told him wearily. "You should be in class, though."
"No way. A girl can't have-"
I smiled. "Listen, Albus," I said. "I don't care who your father is. Just quit acting like you're above everyone."
"You obviously don't care about fathers, cuz otherwise you wouldn't be dating the Lucas kid!"
"Where's your right to say that? It's not your problem that I have good taste in Malfoys. After all, you're friends with that Scorpio kid."
"You've met him?" Albus asked.
"Yeah, I met him before his mum died. Get outta my hair."
"You're dating a murderer's brother! You're friends with a murderer!"
"Tom didn't kill him." I said coldly. "Get to class. I have enough right to report you as a perfect does. I'm here because Hogwarts wants me here," I lied. Albus scoffed and scurried off, and I continued walking down the hall.
"Lucas?"
I had reached the Great Hall, the day after we had had our little run-in with the silver-eyed boy. Lately I had been trying to forget that I had kissed Lucas, like, an actual kiss, because I thought it might be awkward. But it didn't feel that way.
"Any news?" Lucas asked.
"No," I said, shaking my head. "But they should have a verdict tomorrow. I personally think they'll accuse him." I sighed. "Lucas, I've been wanting to tell you something."
He looked around with his blind eyes. "What?"
"I love you, but I don't know if you want to here it. It's about my curse."
"What about it?" he said, almost scared.
"I've been feeling a little odd lately. I don't know if it's really the curse, but it's not like a normal illness. For one, nobody seems to have gotten it. But, I hope that's what it is, because we need to kill this Handison guy-"
"I haven't heard about him lately," said Lucas.
I sighed again. "Yeah. Hazyl wrote to me and said she and Willow had captured him. It doesn't seem like it can be that easy, though. We're supposed to kill him. He's in Azkaban, so he's as good as gone, but..."
'It'll be okay," Lucas said strongly, and I leaned into his warm shoulder.
"I hope." I said.
