The Bad Part
He's looking at me. Why is he looking at me? Oh gosh, does he hate me? I don't need another teacher hating me. Well, I mean not that many of my teachers hate me. Just Snape I suppose. Prob'ly cuz I'm a Gryffindor. Sometimes I wish I wasn't. It'd be a whole lot easier if I were a Ravenclaw, like my dad. I miss him a lot. He's so sweet. It's always been just me and him. Quinn and Finn Dalton. Two peas in a pod. Ick. Peas. I hate those, they taste so gross. Wait, what did he say? It was probably important. Why can't I hear a word that he's saying? I can't hear anything! What's happening to me? Am I gonna die? I can't move! I can't talk! I can't-
"-lton? What do you think?" Said Gilderoy Lockhart, flashing his winning grin at the girl, making her ghostly pale.
"Er... c-can you repeat the question?" She mumbled anxiously.
"Why of course my dear! What is a small biting fairy called?" He asked, grinning wider. Quinn started to sweat, and shrank down into her seat. She tugged on her shirt. Is it getting hot in here?
"I dunno!" She managed to squeak out. She gulped. Oh no. I'm gonna be in so much trouble! Oh no, no no n-
Lockhart shook his head disapprovingly, "Tut tut. The answer is a doxy. Anyone who read my book as assigned would have known that. Miss Dalton, I'm going to need you to stay after class. In any case, the doxy is..." Lockhart proceeded to tell many stories about his "adventures" and bragged for the rest of class. However, the first year named Quinn Dalton was not listening. Her mind was focused on something else. The words "stay after class" were repeating over and over again in her brain. Her mind was filled up of what-ifs of what could possibly happen to her. If he hated her. If she was gonna die. If she would get expelled. If no one loved her. She was hyperventilating. Having a panic attack. She didn't know that though. She didn't know what was happening to her. What she did know was that she needed to get a hold on her breathing. So that's what she did. In for 2, out for 2. in for 2, out for 2. In for 2...
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The bell rung. Class was over. Quinn Dalton rushed to the door. Maybe, if I can run fast enough, he won't notice that I'm leaving! Run run-
She heard a voice call out to her.
"Miss Dalton, over here please!" She cringed, but stopped in her tracks. She walked back over to her professor, sighing internally. There goes all my hope. Oh gosh what should I say? Just explain it, I guess? Yeah, that works. I guess. She waited until everyone had left the classroom to say anything.
"L-listen Professor Lockhart, I'm sorry that I got the question wrong, and that I didn't read your books, b-but it's not because I didn't want too, y'see, it's just me and me dad and we don't have that much money, we had to save up all summer to be able to afford all of them, so I barely got the chance to even skim them, and-" She continued rambling as she turned around to face her professor, but her words fell flat, as she saw a sight that she hadn't expected to see.
"P-professor," she started in a small voice, "w-why did you lock the d-door?" Her professor smirked, muttered a quick "muffliato", then began in her direction. She started back away. He chuckled.
"Don't be afraid, sweetie. There's no need to back away. Why don't you come a little closer, darling?" He said in a sing-song voice. She continued to back away, but he continued to advance until he had her backed up against the wall. He bent down, thought of all the things he could to her, and smirked. She was thinking of something slightly similar. She tried to find any possible way to escape the situation, but came up with nothing. He considered what to do first. He decided. He put his hand on her face and brought it close to his.
"P-please d-don't hurt me..." she whispered, pleaded, with tears forming in her eyes.
"Silly girl," he said in a low voice, pulling her even closer, "This won't hurt a bit."
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Quinn Dalton walked through the hallways to the Gryffindor common room, to get to her dorm. She felt numb. Her face was still wet from crying. Her throat still hurt from screaming. Her legs felt like jelly. Her whole body ached. And yet, she kept on walking. Step after step.
She could still feel where his hands had been on her. She wanted to puke. She could feel the pit in her stomach growing deeper and deeper. She hurt so much. She couldn't stop the pain. She just wanted it to go away. She wanted to go home. She wanted her dad. She wanted to tell someone. She needed to to tell someone. She couldn't keep it inside much longer. She wanted to scream. To cry. To do something. Anything. She wanted- She stopped. She had arrived at the portrait of the fat lady.
"Password," said the fat lady in a bored voice. Quinn mumbled a response, and the portrait swung open. She stepped inside. She walked past the couple of other students in the common room. They had been talking, but the only thing she could hear was a buzz. Everything seemed a blur.
She walked past them and into her dorm room. It was empty. She went to sit down on her bed. She thought of everything that had happened to her. Everything she couldn't prevent. Everything inside her. Her guts, shifting and churning. She felt a tear roll down her cheek. She laid down, put her face into her pillow, and screamed.