Forbidden
Written by: Florence
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Prologue
There she was, sitting sunken back in a tattered couch in a dark and dusty corner of Hogwarts library. Her hair was tied back to prevent it from distracting her reading. Her skin was pale, almost white, from many hours spent just like this, reading, learning, concentrating.
He admired her, although that was something he would never admit, not even to himself.
She looked up from her book for a second to relax her neck and for a moment he was afraid that she would notice him, forgetting he had taken an invisibility potion that wouldn't wear off for yet another hour. He couldn't possibly be seen here in the students' library, but he couldn't berate himself of the pleasure of watching them and eavesdropping on their conversations. It was an excellent way to pick his targets for the next day's lessons and finding certain students weaknesses. It was a great advantage to know how which buttons to push to prove his superiority.
Lately though, most of his time had been spent observing this particular 6th year. She was always here, sitting alone with a book most of the time, although sometimes her friends, those repulsive Potter and Weasley boys, joined her. They were utterly ungraceful and obviously unaware of how lucky they should be to have her as a friend. She gladly helped them with their homework, she was now, after many years, patient and gentle in her attempts to educate the restless boys, and far from the abominable 'know-it-all' she had been in her earlier years. Not that he refrained from using that phrase towards her in his classroom. He knew it was one of her frangible points and he would not deprive himself of the joy he got from knowing he could have influence on her emotions.
At the moment though, he found enough pleasure from just watching her. She seemed to be far away in the world of thought, perhaps trying to solve a difficult arithmancy problem or memorising an entire book on the complex nature of some unusual creature.
He glanced out through the window and seeing the sky was turning dark, he knew it was time to return to the dungeons and mark a test he had given the first years earlier that day. He let out an inaudible sigh, but knew he had no choice but return to the sombre world of his.
One last glance and his coat swept around as he turned and left through the magnificent library doors.
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She closed her eyes, feeling the delicate gust of wind that passed over her face. She knew that if she were to open them to see what caused it, there would be nothing to be seen. She had given up on searching; it was all in vein. Instead, she relaxed and felt the sensation, convincing herself that it was not only her imagination playing games with her.
She didn't remember when it had begun, but now she often felt the presence of someone or something while she was studying. At first, she had felt uneasy, but she got used to the feeling of someone watching her and somehow found a weird sensation of safety in all of it.
The gust soon passed by and the library was again a lonely place. She returned to her book and soon she was lost in words written long ago.
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Written by: Florence
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Prologue
There she was, sitting sunken back in a tattered couch in a dark and dusty corner of Hogwarts library. Her hair was tied back to prevent it from distracting her reading. Her skin was pale, almost white, from many hours spent just like this, reading, learning, concentrating.
He admired her, although that was something he would never admit, not even to himself.
She looked up from her book for a second to relax her neck and for a moment he was afraid that she would notice him, forgetting he had taken an invisibility potion that wouldn't wear off for yet another hour. He couldn't possibly be seen here in the students' library, but he couldn't berate himself of the pleasure of watching them and eavesdropping on their conversations. It was an excellent way to pick his targets for the next day's lessons and finding certain students weaknesses. It was a great advantage to know how which buttons to push to prove his superiority.
Lately though, most of his time had been spent observing this particular 6th year. She was always here, sitting alone with a book most of the time, although sometimes her friends, those repulsive Potter and Weasley boys, joined her. They were utterly ungraceful and obviously unaware of how lucky they should be to have her as a friend. She gladly helped them with their homework, she was now, after many years, patient and gentle in her attempts to educate the restless boys, and far from the abominable 'know-it-all' she had been in her earlier years. Not that he refrained from using that phrase towards her in his classroom. He knew it was one of her frangible points and he would not deprive himself of the joy he got from knowing he could have influence on her emotions.
At the moment though, he found enough pleasure from just watching her. She seemed to be far away in the world of thought, perhaps trying to solve a difficult arithmancy problem or memorising an entire book on the complex nature of some unusual creature.
He glanced out through the window and seeing the sky was turning dark, he knew it was time to return to the dungeons and mark a test he had given the first years earlier that day. He let out an inaudible sigh, but knew he had no choice but return to the sombre world of his.
One last glance and his coat swept around as he turned and left through the magnificent library doors.
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She closed her eyes, feeling the delicate gust of wind that passed over her face. She knew that if she were to open them to see what caused it, there would be nothing to be seen. She had given up on searching; it was all in vein. Instead, she relaxed and felt the sensation, convincing herself that it was not only her imagination playing games with her.
She didn't remember when it had begun, but now she often felt the presence of someone or something while she was studying. At first, she had felt uneasy, but she got used to the feeling of someone watching her and somehow found a weird sensation of safety in all of it.
The gust soon passed by and the library was again a lonely place. She returned to her book and soon she was lost in words written long ago.
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