short change hero;

Tell me every terrible thing you did, and let me love you anyway.

At first, Clara wanted to smile when she woke up and saw Astier – noticing small things like how his homework seemed to be repetitive, and how he couldn’t string a sentence together properly to talk to her it seemed – out of nervousness ( though he’d never admit it ). Then, she remembered how the same boy in front of her had been harsh with, no, bullied someone in her house she really liked. And for what? Being a blood traitor? This mentality angered her, even if she knew Astier didn’t really know better. Even if she knew this was how the people she loved around her were. It didn’t mean he needed to go around berating every blood traitor in the castle. The smile on her face that was there for a moment faded as she looked at him seriously.

If Astier had known the kind of turn this evening with Clara would have taken, the truth of the matter was that he still would have spent his time rewriting his homework. Even if it was for the worse. There was nothing that could have prepared him for the daggers wielding from her usually warm and welcoming eyes. Immediately, he avoided her gaze, hanging his head a little as he looked down at his parchment but his hand remained still as his index finger began twitching, a constant tapping against the wood. 

Clarabel had been in the library studying for what felt like hours ( she wasn’t able to go on a Hogsmeade weekend yet, so, she had some extra time to kill – that she desperatelyneeded for studying ). After finding herself succumbing to sleep, she yawned, waking up to find some ink smudged on her face.

Admittedly, Astier had no reason to have spent all his free time in the library. However, he hadn’t yet managed to figure out a way to take Clara to Hogsmeade for the weekend, nor was there anyone else he liked to be in the company of aside from his sister, so he sat opposite his oldest friend and rewrote his Potions homework for the third time.