Rollo couldn't take one more second of Transfiguration. It killed him inside. The reason? Two words: Zoey Daniels. The whole event flashing through his head, almost visible through his transparent blue eyes. The party, the beating, and the blood. He brushed his hand through his long blonde hair and bit his lip. He had skipped class. Zoey; being in his same house and year; virtually had all the same classes as, but this one killed him the most. Seating right next to her; yet not allowed to talk to her. How she absent mindlessly twirling her hair, biting on her pencil whenever she didn't understand a question. It hurt. It physically hurt.
It was only a few months ago when it all happened. The party, the drinking. It all moved so fast, before you know it they he was kissing her neck and taking of her blouse, then Rachel walking in.Rache tried too not say anything but she cracked under the pressure. She didnât say what she really saw but said she had only seen them kissing. Everybody tried to protect Zoey, even Rollo at times. The whole house went up in a riot, Zoey oblivious to it all. Zoey didn't even remember it all. It was her first time drinking that hard, she didn't want her to drink alone. I should have never let her drink. Next thing he knew, he was walking the grounds when I group of 7th years attacked him. He was in the Hospital wing for 2 weeks but never said what happened. He could still feel it. But Zoeyâs breathe against his was stronger. She needed to talk to her, but they had threatened him, he couldnât talk to her or even be seen around her. They were always so close, and he always tried to hide his crush on her. No matter how hard he tried. Nothing.
He walked the empty corridors and leaned against the wall, messing with his hair. He couldnât help it. Zoey is just⊠ugh. He canât explain it. Sheâs perfect. He rubbed his eyes. Go away. I canât think about her. Go away. He banged his head against the wall. He wasnât used to this. The thoughts wouldnât go away. Even when he buried them as far back as possible they always managed to slip back. Iâm going mental.
He went to turn the corner when he saw a familiar blonde girl in Hufflepuff uniform. Z-Zoey? Fuck. Hide. He panicked for a moment put it was too late. He felt a familiar had pull on his wrists. He gave out a small sigh, he couldnât help but smile. He brushed it off and turned around. âHello Zoey. Shouldnât you be in Transfiguration?â He tried to hold back the urge to pick her up and swing her around saying how much she missed her. I canât. He pulled back the hair from his eyes, biting his lip. He tried to look down, act like her presence donât make his heart skip a beat. She should leave. Fuck. Please donât leave. Please notice something wrong. Please Zoe.
