"Are you an angel?"
Flint moved closer to me then, forcefully pulling me closer to him. I sighed and pushed him away with my hip. "Really, Marcus, it's an honest mistake." I whispered harshly. I turned to the speaker then and had my breath instantly taken from me. The person who owned the voice was Viktor Krum. I let out a nervous laugh. "Angelvieve, my name is Leona Angelvieve." I stammered out.
Viktor looked down at the paper in his hands. "Angelveeb?" he said.
I was used to people mispronouncing my name by now. It was quite difficult. According to my parents it was a combination of their last names, something about my mother's parents' traditions. It was clear that Viktor didn't have much experience with English anyhow. I smiled patiently and sounded it out for him just like I'd had to do for all the professors at Hogwarts my first year. "Angel-vee-ev. Angelvieve."
He smiled nervously. "Angelvee-eeb?"
I tried not to laugh. "How about Leona?" I offered. "Just call me Leona."
"I could call you Angel." He said. "You look like one."
That moment, that one right there, would change everything that I knew. This moment, even though I didn't know it right then, would start a landslide of events. That was when I would stop believing Flint's lies that everything would get better, that he'd be better. That we would get better. It would strike a new found belief in myself. All though, at that moment, all I could feel were Flint's eyes burning a hole into the back of my head.
As Flint clenched his fists and stomped off muttering something about needing to go to class before he earned himself another detention, I knew I'd be paying for this all later. I looked back to Viktor. "Leona." I said a little more forcefully than I meant to. "Please call me Leona."
"Leona," Viktor said. "This paper say that you are my mentor?"
I was Viktor Krum's Hogwarts tour guide.
Bloody Hell.