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The dreary room's windows darkened as rain pitter-pattered down them gently. Professor Snape's agonizingly depressed voice droned on as he lectured about a hex deflection spell. While the information was valuable, the students could barely keep their heads from slamming into the wooden desks.
His potions lectures were unbearable, and to switch to every students favorite subject was a nightmare. He taught things they already knew and constantly overcorrected them even when it wasn't necessary. Snape took joy in the students' misery as it was his way of getting a bit of revenge to all those who wronged him when he was a student.
Fred's eyes wandered over to Cassie, trying to find anything more interesting to look at rather than their professor. His heart physically hurt as he watched the girl slouched over, looking beyond exhausted. Her eyes drooped, and she looked like she hadn't slept in days. Was the fight really worth all this tournament?
He forced himself to look away when he saw the girl glance over at him. He could let her catch him, not when they were both acting like this. Staring at her was a crime, and admiring her beauty was now a sin. Fred desperately wanted to become a sinner in that moment, but it took every ounce of energy in him to not give in to temptation.
"What were you looking at?" the boy next to him whispered, trying to find the interesting thing so he two could focus on something else
Fred glared at him. "Nothing mind your business." he wouldn't let anyone look at Cassie when she was his. Was she even his when he had no right to claim her as anything but a friend. She was a human being, and yet he felt like he had the right over her life.
"Calm down, it's not that deep." The boy next to him rolled his eyes before looking down at his blank piece of parchment meant to contain notes from today's lecture
Fred looked back to his own sparce notes and quickly jotted down a few points he'd need to know later for homework. Cassie would be proud of him for actually taking notes for once instead of copying hers and relying on her for everything.
He misses the sensation of pure joy it gave him when she laughed at his jokes. The way her smile lit up any room no matter the time the sky told. Her gentle touch scared to break whatever she was grasphing onto. Her lips and how soft they were on his. He missed everything that was Yun Cassiandra Aera.
By the time Fred was able to bring himself back to reality, everyone was quickly packing their things and rushing out of the classroom at lightening speed. Fred gathered his own belongings without a care about their usability.
He looked over and saw Cassie lingering, and his heart soared. Had she waited for him? He doubted it since she got up, looking him directly into the eyes before shaking her head and speed walking out of the classroom. He had two options, let her go or chase after her. He opted for the second option and was quick to try and catch up to her.
He was desperate to talk to her again. The sound of her angelic voice was something he craved. He needed to hear it, or he would go insane without it. Fred needed Cassie in his life he just couldn't quite see that for himself just yet. Maybe what he needed was to talk to her to realise it for himself.
However, by the time he got out of the classroom, Cassie was rounding a corner. Fred knew what he had to do and sprinted after her, pushing past fellow classmates and students to get to her. He muttered a couple lame scuse me, and sorry along the way as he tried to watch Cassies next movements and find where she was going.
He was desperate, so as he got closer, he shouted, "Cas will you please wait up," causing a bunch of classmates to stop as well as the girl herself.
She looked back at him, her eyes darkening with pure firey rage. "The bloody hell did you just call me," Cassie spoke with such a tone the fellow students fled, leaving Fred and her alone in the hallway.
"Cassie, I didn't mean to. I just wanna talk to you, I miss you. " Fred reached his hands out but was quickly slapped away by Cassiandra.
"You don't get to treat me like this after what you said, Fred." With those words, it went silent, and she spun on her heel and walked away in a fit of rage.
Her reaction was to be expected, yet it still stung and opened new and old wounds. The same feeling Cassie had felt now struck Fred, and he would never understand just how deep her wounds were cut. The way he hurt her was so exasperating that it was nearly impossible to think about it without some sort of negative outcome.
Social justice cuts deep when the warrior is someone you trust. A shattering timeline, and yet the breaker was the creator. Nothing could compare to the pain he was in, only if he knew Cassie felt everything he did and more. Fred had been blinded by his own desires he forgot the person he craved most could hurt and feel unloveable at his own hand.
A heart could still break even after it's been punctured. That was a lesson Fred was starting to understand and learn. The way pain makes you feel so different when it does and does not affect your own mental status. Violence of the mind was baffling. Cassie had experienced this all before.
The same poetic heartbreak between two blind souls. The same tragic tale is only a different storyline if you look at it through a different lense. A pain so deep and strong it would drive one insane. One heart, one soul, one pure connection shattered by humanitarianism.