Oh how horrible. My Jude had been put under a love spell and hadn't spent lunch with me. I missed her so much, even after only a few hours. I had to think of a way to get rid of that Waylen kid. He was going to ruin any chance that I had with Jude. Perhaps saving her would make her love me. I wanted her to love me; I was always so insecure about it. I needed to get over my fear of rejection. Even though I was years older than her, I wanted to be with her.
I thought about her long, brown hair and turquoise eyes. The way she touched her nose when she was nervous. Her beautiful laugh. I wanted to have those things be mine. I sighed, tapping my fingers upon my desk.
I got up and walked towards a bookshelf and looked for a book on love spells and potions. I was determined to get her back. I went through numerous books, tossing them all over my office. Until! I found one.
I ripped the page out and practically ran down the hallway towards Ms. Arizona's room. I needed her help. Panting, I stepped into her personal chambers. She was speechless on why I had barged in.
"I found a cure… I mean antidote." I panted.
"Good! Let's make it!" She jumped up from her chair.
"We need a lot of things, follow me." We ran down the hallway, going to the potions closet. We needed a bunch of different plants and a few liquids. Mostly different animal things. It was kind of disgusting, but anything for my darling, Jude.
We returned to my office, pulling out a brewing pot to make the elixir in. It'd take at least two days to finish. That made me so mad. That Waylen boy would be ruining my dear Jude. My dear… dear Jude.
I sighed the whole night in my sleep, having nightmares over this. I wanted to save her.
When I woke up in the morning I ran to her room to see her. Casting the spell upon the wall again I looked inside. What I saw… devastated me. She was in bed, but someone was beside her. Waylen. I wanted to kill that boy! I slammed my fist against the wall and undid the spell.
Walking back to my office was painful. I needed some alone time with her, to show her that I was the one that would protect her, that would love her, and that would care for her no matter what. Not that sex-driven, trickster Waylen. That boy would surely be expelled for this. He'd be gone forever after this. I needed to go talk to Dumbledore about this.
I arrived at his office moments later, knocking upon his door. He wasn't in. He was on a trip to Hogsmead. I sighed and made my way towards the Library. Perhaps there was a quicker potion. I knew where I'd be spending my night tonight. I took a seat at one of the tables, using my wand to levitate books to me. I wanted to conserve my energy for the reading. I'd be doing a lot of it. In the midst of the reading, I had thought of a poem.
My dear, Jude.
So sweet and fair.
My dear, Jude.
With long, flowing hair.
My dear, Jude.
I need you here.
It wasn't a very good one, but it said what I felt. It was wonderful. Perhaps I could slide this under her door sometime. She'd never know whom it was from. No one would expect me of all people to write poetry.