Half-Blood

Fifty years after Harry Potter destroyed Lord Voldemort, the biggest threat of the wizarding world, there was finally peace. Erela Harris, an awkward witch, starts her life off in Hogwarts to try and discover who she really is, all while struggling to fight her unknown destiny. Only when the time comes will she face the choice between what is right and what is easy.

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30. Highlights of the Day

    The month was going by swimmingly. The full moon cycle was slowly approaching as Halloween was around the corner. Erela saw some conflict coming from Landon’s side of the relationship boat as his time of the month was getting closer. She wondered if it had something to do with her safety, but brushed that off since Landon shared his thoughts on the matter. If it were a problem, he would have said something, right?

    The sixth year Hufflepuffs and Slytherins were in their Defense Against the Dark Arts class revisiting how to conjure a Patronus charm. Erela completely dreaded it when she heard Professor Haxel say that. Yes, she hadn’t practiced since she witnessed her boyfriend transform into a werewolf the month before, but it was still something she hadn’t tried to do since then.

    As Erela mustered the happiest memory she could think of, one of her classmates flicked her ear and broke her concentration. She rubbed her ear in frustration and shot a hard glare at Michael, who snickered at her like a lunatic. The Hufflepuff girl smacked his arm and he tapped her forehead back playfully.

    Professor Haxel coughed at them to get back to their studies, which immediately snapped the two from their playing. But they both snickered for a couple seconds before they went back to their practice. Landon eyeballed Erela for a moment before the boy effortlessly conjured his Patronus. The stag appeared much brighter than the first time and felt much warmer than before. The werewolf looked toward Erela and warmly smiled at her.

    Erela pursed her lips and looked away, her face radiated heat to the point that she knew for a fact that everyone could tell she was blushing if they looked her way. Once she brushed some escaped hair behind her ear with a wave of her wand, silver light flowed from the tip of her wand and took shape. She watched the silver current bind and transform before it spread its wings and took flight around the classroom. Erela’s Patronus flew around the other students and successful conjured Patronus’ quickly before it slowed and landed onto the antlers of Landon’s stag Patronus. 

    An owl. If she remembered correctly from her text reading, owl Patronus indicated the skeptical, perceptive, and keen people. Rather stubborn when it comes to trying to get the truth, rather cynical when it comes to the less honorable nature of people, but still surrounded by friends that tolerate their personality. Well that explained a lot.

    Landon looked back at Erela in interest and back at the silver owl that perched onto his stag. “You and your birds,” he chuckled and shook his head.

    “How was I supposed to know I matched an owl?” she started with a chuckle and crossed her arms.

    “First time successfully conjuring the charm?” he asked.

    “Yep,” she nodded with a small smirk.

    “What memory did you use this time?”

    Erela pursed her lips and brushed her escaped bangs behind her ear. “You . . .” she blushed. “First time we kissed . . . and other things . . .” she muttered very quietly that Erela knew for a fact only Landon could hear with his keen sense of hearing.

    Landon lightly chuckled and very gently took her hand into his and pressed his lips to her knuckles. “You’re adorable.”

    Professor Haxel coughed once more, that time with a little annoyance in his tone. Erela and Landon practically threw each others’ hands away from each other and pretended they didn’t do anything with a tweaked smile they tried to refrain from showing. Haxel merely rolled his eyes at the two and returned to eyeballing all the students that continued on their practice.

    Once the class was over, Erela’s owl Patronus faded away at the same time as everyone else’s and they were all dismissed. Everyone went to pack their things when the professor called for Stacee and Landon. “What did you two do this time?” Erela rolled her eyes.

    “Hell if we know,” Stacee shrugged and slung his pack over his back.

    “I’ll see you back in the common room,” Landon waved Erela off.

    “Sure,” she nodded and turned out the door. Wonder what Haxel wanted from them. And when she walked out the door, Michael’s arm wrapped around Erela’s neck and messed up her hair. “Dammit Michael!” she hissed.

    “Not with your boy toy today?” he laughed.

    “The professor wanted to talk to him and Stacee,” she growled and pushed the boy off him. Great, messed up hair. Erela then pulled the rubber band from her braid and brushed her hair to get rid of the mess of tangles Michael caused. “How’s your club coming along? I hardly see you outside of classes anymore.”

    “Maybe because you’ve been hanging out with your boyfriend lately,” Michael rolled his grey eyes. 

    “I would be more than happy to hang out with you too,” Erela rolled her eyes back and nudged him.

    “Will he be okay with that? Or will he be an overprotective dog protecting his mate?” he bounced his brows in a seductive manner, hinting at her.

    “Stop it,” she growled. “He probably won’t be okay with it, considering you two absolutely hate each other.”

    “While it is true that I don’t like him . . .” Michael sighed. “This is the first time I’ve seen you smile to anyone else besides me,” he said in disgust and another tone she wasn’t sure was actually there.

    “Are you jealous?” Erela chuckled.

    “What? I’m allowed to be jealous toward someone who takes my job at making my friend come out of her robot personality,” Michael sighed. 

    She merely rolled her eyes at him and nudged him with her shoulder. “Well sorry. You two will have to split the pay.”

    “You are just TERRIBLE at sarcastic jokes,” Michael laughed.

    “I’m working on it . . .” she sighed. “I’ll see you around eventually, right?”

    “Yeah,” he nodded with a smile. “I’ll come to you when I have the time to hang out.”

    “That club of yours really takes up a lot of your time . . .”

    “Yeeeeeeeah, but I think it’ll be worth it once I graduate,” Michael replied with a shrug and a big smirk.

    “I hope so if it takes up your time immediately after class the last two years.”

    “Get out of here you damned robot,” Michael chuckled. “Clean your face thoroughly, your pet must be a wet kisser when he’s panting hot for you.”

    “Michael!” she hissed as Michael rounded around the corner with laughter.

    Still a total asshole to Landon . . . Erela rolled her eyes and continued back to the basement. One more class to go. The tall Hufflepuff girl looked around the corner of her room and tossed her bag to her bed before she three herself to the couch. She let out a yawn and pressed the couch pillow over face, hopefully to take a quick nap before going to Transfiguration with the boys. 

    Something brushed against the back of her hand, Erela flicked it off. The same feeling touched the back of her hand, that time she decided to pick it and examine the soft material. Once she pulled the pillow off her face, flower petals rained from the ceiling and tickled her skin. When Erela sat up, she looked around the room and took notice that pink petals were only falling on her.

    Erela heard some laughter just behind her and turned to Landon. “Hey.”

    “Hi,” she chuckled and brushed the petals off her head. “A bouquet of flowers is inconvenient because . . .?”

    “Because flowers are kind of dead this season, given its autumn,” Landon rolled his eyes. He dropped his bag by one of the armchairs as he approached the tall girl and took her face for a deep kiss on the lips. “You’re beautiful . . .” he sighed.

    And there he went again and made her blush. That would be the first time anyone had called her beautiful. “You don’t mean that . . .”

    “I do,” Landon smiled and pressed his forehead to hers. “And you are.”

    Plain looking flat-chested girls are his thing now, I guess, Erela thought to herself. But her thoughts were immediately erased when he kissed her again. She noticed that they hardly make any lip contact, in fact it was the first time they kissed since their very first two weeks ago. 

    “I love you . . .” he whispered.

    Those three words completely caught her off guard. Erela felt as if someone knocked the wind out of her. He loved her . . . she knew he had feelings for her, but that strongly? Landon lightly brushed his thumb to her cheek, his skin left trails of fire behind it and made her feel that much hotter to the touch. Her heart thumped madly against her chest and echoed in her ears and muffled her thoughts.

    “I love you too . . .” Erela said without thinking and shared one more long kiss.

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