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He wasn't there.
I noticed when I walked in that the seat in the back corner of the room was empty.
"Get better soon." I whispered to myself.
He was sick again was he?
I parted from my friend and took my seat in the front of the class.
Looking around, I saw that a few peoples' auras were extremely depressed.
Maybe it was the rain that was softly descending outside the building.
Maybe, but I've never seen anyone look so unhappy due to rain.
I shook my head mentally.
I guess I'll never get it, I mean I love rain, so I wouldn't understand why they could be so gloomy.
The morning announcements came on and the squeaky voices of the middle school newscasters rang though the room.
Same as always.
"…The rain should continue until early tomorrow morning and rain on and off throughout the day so don't forget your umbrellas." The weather caster said proudly.
I sighed happily.
The refreshing rain scent continuously for the next forty-eight hours.
I rested my cheek on my hand and watched the end of the broadcast.
Professor Slughorn turned off the projector and faced us grimly.
Immediately, all pointless chatter was annulled.
He never held an expression like that before.
It had taken everyone by surprise.
We all turned to watch him for a moment until he seemed to be able to compose himself.
"I've been asked to let you all know of a very sad happening."
I felt a twinge in my stomach.
Great, bad news.
"As you all know one of our students is not present."
At this every student scanned the room for the absent.
There was only one person.
He breathed in deeply.
"He has passed on. Over the summer he was a victim of a tragic hit-and-run and was instantly killed."
He gazed sadly at every face, and then stared pointedly at the cold stone floor.
My breathing stopped, but my heartbeat had only begun to pound rapidly against my chest.
All thoughts were gone from my head.
It was so quiet, yet so agonizingly loud.
I gaped unbelievingly at the teacher.
How dare he lie like that! It couldn't be true. Could it?
"You liar…" I countered hushed.
Without my noticing, I was standing rigidly on my feet.
Every bone in my body ached, every limb shook.
My damp fists clenched. Professor looked at me surprised and…somewhat knowingly.
I pressed my eyelids shut, not wanting to see the pity and guilt in his expression.
"It's true, no matter how much we don't want it to be, it is. He's gone."
He placed a rough hand on my shoulder.
I flinched away angrily.
By now all eyes stared openly at me, but I didn't care.
Nothing seemed to matter anymore except him.
"Why do you insist on telling this-this lie? It can't be true! He wouldn't die because of that! It's impossible! He's only sick. He'll be back tomorrow… watch…"
He stepped back a few feet and averted his eyes.
My voice cracked, my eyes widened and became tear laden.
I wheezed audibly.
A single warm tear ran down my cheek.