brisance (n.): the shattering effect of a high explosive.
She wasn't supposed to love him. She was Rowena Ravenclaw, the intelligent one; she wasn't supposed to fall for Salazar Slytherin, the original Hogwarts bad-boy.
But she did. His smirk, his swagger, his snide comments - they repelled most people, made most people resent him. But not Rowena. She knew there was something more there, some kind of vulnerability, some trace of softness in his heart. She thirsted for it, like she thirsted for knowledge, she itched to uncover it, to draw it out of him.
But she never had time. He left them.
The argument was like an explosion. She could still feel the brisance. It was painful, very painful. Rowena wished she could go back in time. Then she could have acted sooner.
A/N: I wrote this for Drabble Tag on the RoseScorpius Fans forum. The drabbles get posted on the forum account, but I was proud of this one, so I decided to post it on here. :) Also, this is my 20th story on here! It's not much, but I'm proud of it. Leave me a celebratory review? ;)
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