I'm going to finish this story. I promise. So here's a step towards progress! Enjoy!
I do not own anything besides Dylan and Logan
"Dylan, I didn't see you at the feast," Alicia sat down on her bed, filing her perfectly cut nails.
Her pink comforter crumbled under her weight.
"I wasn't hungry," I mumbled loud enough for both Alicia and Angelina to hear.
I turned my back to them.
But I could hear their whispers.
"What's wrong with her?" Angelina asked Alicia.
Alicia scooted closer to her.
"I don't know. She's been like this lately. Talia and Naomi said she was being all shy and weird when they were talking to her on the train," Alicia whispered.
That's what the two girls' names were.
If fit them both perfectly.
"Maybe she had a bad fling," Angelina suggested.
Close.
"Maybe a relative died? Let's ask her tomorrow," Alicia finally said.
Their voices faded into a soft snore.
I closed my eyes and faded into a world of nothingness.
"DYL!" I woke up to a loud screeching sound.
But that was just Alicia's morning voice.
I mumbled a bunch of words before I could process my surroundings.
I wasn't at home.
I wasn't in a compartment.
I was in my dorm.
I rubbed sleep from my eyes.
"C'mon Dylan, we're already late for breakfast because little miss sunshine thought we should wait for you," Alicia said very annoyed.
"Thanks, Ange," I rolled my eyes at Alicia.
What's her problem?
"Fine, you ladies can take all day. I'm going to go eat," Alicia threw her hands up for emphasis.
I watched her stomp out the door.
Each step was a lightening bolt to the ear.
She was mad.
I bit my lip.
Did I do something?
No, I didn't see her all summer.
"Hello? Earth to Dyl," Angelina waved her hand in front of my face.
"S-sorry," I stammered, scrambling to my feet.
The sudden movement made my head become dizzy.
I grabbed my robes that I had laid out the night before, and closed the bathroom door behind me.
I quickly stripped myself of my clothes after brushing my teeth.
I tightened my Gryffindor tie.
I smiled at myself in the mirror.
I look exactly like the girl I was three months ago.
The girl who had many friends.
The girl who was outgoing and fun.
So much has changed since then.
I really took third year for granted.
Along with second, first, and every year.
"Dylan, hurry up!" Angelina was starting to lose her temper.
I nodded.
Stupid.
She can't see me nodding.
I opened the door.
"Let's go," Angelina forcefully grabbed my wrist and dragged me down the dorm steps.
I tried keeping up, my legs wouldn't let me.
My body went limp as Angelina controlled me.
Just like it did when IT happened.
I shake my head of those thoughts.
I forbid myself from thinking about it.
I can't.
I sat down next to Angelina.
Alicia was across from me, munching down on a bagel.
I take on for myself.
"McGonagall said to give you these," Fred handed me a paper with words I have yet to read.
My timetable.
I groaned.
I had Potions with Slytherins first.
"Let me see," George demanded, taking the timetable from my grasp.
"Awful," he commented, comparing our schedules.
I nodded, biting my lip.
"Ew, Dylan, don't but your lips. It's bad for them," Alicia rolled her eyes at me.
I ignored her and continued to chew.
Alicia glared as I did it.
I zoned out of the conversation.
"Come on, Dylan!" Fred grabbed my wrists.
I winced as he did so, but he didn't see.
He grabbed it slightly softer than IT had.
But her DID notice my confused face.
"Potions, remember?" He inquired.
I was a bit taken back by his harsh tone.
As Fred and I rushed in, we ran into the backs of a few people.
"Why aren't you guys sitting?" Fred blurted.
"Snape's assigning seats," whispered a brunette boy, who's name I don't know.
My eyes widened in shock.
"Is he allowed to do that?" Fred asked.
The boy nodded.
"Fred Weasley and Lauren Colt," Snape said.
A girl with deep black, midnight hair walked to the seat next to Fred.
"My name's Fred," he introduced himself.
"Lauren Colt," she replied shaking his hand.
Fred is quite the charmer.
"Logan James and Dylan Matthews," he spat.
Thank goodness he's a Gryffindor.
I wouldn't be able to survive sitting next to a Slytherin.
Don't get me wrong, Slytherins are... well not the sweetest.
My jaw dropped as I saw him.
He had clean cut brown hair with the most piercing green eyes I've ever seen.
His lips curled into a pearly smile as I met his eyes.
"You must be Dylan. I'm Logan," he said.
I nodded.
"Open your books class, and tell me the first ingredient of the Oculus potion."
I quickly scrambled out of the classroom, dodging questions on why I was in a hurry.
As I looked behind me, I forgot to notice Filch as I ran over him.
"Miss Matthews!" He scolded.
I kept my mouth shut and ran.
"Miss Matthews!" Anger was obvious in his voice.
My legs carried me to a deserted room.
"Miss Matthews!"
I slowed my breathing.
Maybe he can't hear me.
I heard scowling fade down the hallway.
I allowed myself to take in the dusty air surrounding me.
"Lumos," I covered my eyes from the bright light
There was a small couch across from where I was standing.
A desk was scattered with papers.
This was an old office.
The papers were dated more than a hundred years ago.
I shifted my weight of my feet until I backed into the door.
I grabbed the knob and scurried off.
I made a mental note of where this secret location was.
Because I'm definitely coming back.
