I suppose this is more of a taster for something which might be continued. Or perhaps not. I might just leave it as a one-chapter thing. I'm not sure how much I will have to say on this. Anyway, here it is:
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SIREN THERE
Perhaps, Vector decided, I'm just sick.
She sank her head into her hands and stared morosely at the piece of parchment she was supposed to be working on. Ah, the bliss of numbers.
Bliss was certainly a word one might associate with her situation. Desired bliss.
Blissful, perhaps, but it was still a problem, and rather serious, at that, one that could not be solved by translating her life into equations and numerals. Arithmancy could not help her here: there was only one correct answer, anyway.
She blew sulkily downwards, watching the parchment shift slightly under the air. This problem did not even require any intellectual skill to solve it. No, what it needed was moral fibre. Discipline.
It was all his fault.
She did not even have to ascertain who 'he' was anymore. He had lived in her thoughts so persistently over the last few weeks that his name felt like a commodity. Still, she rolled it over her tongue and shivered.
Helen, don't be silly … don't admit it to yourself.
She snorted quietly. It was hopeless. Totally hopeless. If he was there, walking the way he did … she had no chance.
She shuddered slightly in self-disgust. Sick. There's no way you can have him. You're just sick.
But what is it about Draco Malfoy?
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