She tucks her hair underneath her ear, says a short curse under her breath and proceeds to heave her bags and books to her chest. Pretending she doesn't see him has been her forte for the past few months. She didn't really know what else to do. She carefully rushes over the throngs of students milling the hallway and decides that the library is her best bet today. She thinks she sees him from the corner of her eye at the other end of the hallway, she decides that maybe she might risk a glance. Before she can even make a decision, she hits someone that has her on the ground, books flying and dragon ink spilling on the hallway floor. "Great. Just great." She whispers. She doesn't realize who she's hit until she finds his hand on her hers, willing her to sit up.
"Hi."
With her heart in her throat, she pulls her hand away. She keeps her eyes on the floor. Struggles to shove her things in her bag. And stares helplessly on the ink spreading all over the hallway. The bell tolls, signaling the start of the second class.
"Hey. Sorry, I didn't see you. Are you okay?"
She keeps her emotions in check. But she couldn't help feeling crushed. How could he say sorry? Didn't see her. Was she okay? She hasn't felt 'okay' since Nicholas came back from Lilith. He wasn't okay since he came back.
She takes a big sigh and looks up at him, "Hello."
"It's been a while, Sabrina." She thinks she hears him say. He doesn't.
She has no idea how he got from there to here. She long stopped questioning why things happened. Or maybe she was delusional. She kept seeing him everywhere.
He takes his hand over the dragon ink and mutters a short spell, cleaning the mess. She feels him stare at her from the corner of her eyes and she finds herself hoping.
He smiles, straightens up and nods. "Gotta get going now. See you around." He says.
He pivots and enters the academy classroom, closing the door gently. The soft click of the door sounds in the empty hallway and she doesn't know what to make of the emptiness she feels in her arms. She feels her vision glaze, a vice like grip starting in her chest. Sitting in the empty hallway. She closes her eyes, lets the darkness encompass her surroundings, and stands up.
Prompt: Nicholas forgets the past year after returning.