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Eliot just didn't care anymore. She didn't care that her hair was an absolute mess, or that Mylene was babbling about who-knows-what, or that she was wearing her shirt and tie backwards. She didn't even flinch as a random kid ran screaming past her with his hair on fire. It was as if she was setting the Guinness world record for the longest brain fart, complete with brain diarrhea and brain vomiting.

"Eliot, are you listening?" Mylene raised a brow. She frowned when Eliot didn't even respond. "ELIOT ARE YOU-" she cut herself off to instead gape incredulously as Eliot's head literally dropped onto her desk and started snoring loudly.

"Are you fucking kidding me?" Mylene asked herself in disbelief. She then proceeded to punch Eliot's shoulder while yelling into her ear, "ELIOT WAKE THE FUCK UP!"

Eliot didn't budge.

"ELIOT I JUST SWALLOWED A DESK!"

Still no response.

Suddenly Mylene got an idea and she smirked deviously before positioning herself right by Eliot's ear. "Oh my god, Newt just stripped in front of the whole class!" She whisper yelled in her ear.

Immediately Eliot bolted from her seat, looking around frantically as a dark blush painted her cheeks. "Where?!" She demanded, only to turn and see Mylene laughing hysterically on the floor.

Eliot's blush deepened as a scowl crossed her features. "Whatever," she muttered in embarrassment, before looking up, only to lock gazes with the very person who had managed to unconsciously turn her cheeks a rosy pink. Newt gave her an oblivious smile and she quickly turned her head, wanting nothing more than to be swallowed by the earth itself. Damn, what were the odds that they'd have transfiguration with Hufflepuff?

"Oh god, that was priceless!" Mylene guffawed, still rolling around on the floor.

"Oh, shut it already," Eliot complained, giving the former a hard kick in the side with her foot. She rolled her eyes as Mylene gave a slight 'oomph' in pain, but otherwise continued laughing.

"Miss Black, is there a problem?" Minerva's thin voice cut through Mylene's laughter.

"Hardly professor," Mylene grinned, her face still red from laughter. "You can continue."

"Do it again and it's a detention," The professor warned, before continuing with her lesson.

Sometimes it occurred to Eliot that Mylene should have been sorted into Gryffindor with her radiating confidence and daring personality, but she was also brilliant, hence being sorted into Ravenclaw. Then again, she was completely expected to be sorted into Slytherin, since Blacks were strictly pureblood Slytherins. Which was why her parents practically disowned her when they found out she was sorted into Ravenclaw. She now lived with Eliot, which consequently caused the two girls to grow even closer over the years.

The whole ordeal about her parents disowning her caused her to develop a deep hate for all pureblood Slytherins, which was probably why she was so weary about Leta. Though, this whole thing sort of shaped her personality into more of a rebel, just to spite her parents.

Eliot sometimes envied Mylene for her courage, but she could never bring herself to feel even the slightest dislike for her after knowing what the girl had gone through.

"Miss Beverly! What is the hand motion for the Avifors spell?" Professor Mcgonagal's voice snapped her back to reality.

"Sideways figure eight, Professor," Eliot answered immediately.

"Light?"

"Electric blue."

"Effect?"

"It turns the target into either a bird, a flock of birds, or a flock of bats," Eliot answered without hesitation.

Minerva pursed her lips, but Eliot could see the amusement gleaming in her eyes. "Correct, ten points to Ravenclaw."

Eliot could hear some of the Hufflepuffs scoff and she allowed a small smirk to tug at her lips in pride. Though, strangely she could feel a pair of eyes burning holes into the back of her head. As she turned, green eyes clashed with ocean blue ones, and she could feel her face heating up.

Oh god, Newt was just staring at me, her heart hammered as she turned back around to face the front. Okay Ellie, get your shit together.

A shrill, and slightly irritated voice snapped her out of her trance.

"Miss Beverly! I said to pay attention!"

"Sorry Professor!"

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"Oh my god, that was absolutely hilarious!" Mylene laughed as they exited the classroom.

"Will you shut up already?" Eliot groaned, hanging her head in embarrassment.

"Nope," Mylene smirked deviously at her. Suddenly something caught her eye, causing her smirk to widen into a toothy grin.

"Whatever it is you're thinking of doing, forget it," Eliot said wearily, not liking the mischievous gleam in her friend's eyes.

"Hey, look," Mylene grinned at her, pointing to a familiar figure nearby. "It's Newt, what a coincidence."

Eliot's stomach dropped slightly, not liking where this was going.

"You should go and say hi," Mylene suggested, and Eliot didn't have time to protest as the former shoved her right into the person she had been deliberately trying to avoid.

"Eliot?" A voice reverberated from the chest that her face was currently squished against. Two warm hands placed themselves on each of her shoulders, pushing her back from the chest, until she was met with the sight of Newt's concerned blue orbs. "Are you alright?" He questioned her, snapping her out of her mini trance.

Eliot's face heated up for the millionth time that day, as she struggled to form words. Her eyes were fixated on the sturdy hands that were currently testing on her shoulders, sending delicious shivers of delight down her spine.

Following her gaze, Newt's eyes suddenly lit up in realization as he quickly snatched his hands back as if burned by fire. A small blush dusted his freckled cheeks as he stuttered out a small 'sorry'.

"It's alright," Eliot muttered quietly in reply, as an awkward silence soon filled the air afterwards.

"So, uh," Newt cleared his throat. "Am I forgiven?"

Of course, her heart yelled out, but she found herself unable to repeat those words aloud. For some reason, in a panic, her brain just decided to avoid the question. For god's sake, she couldn't deal with this shit at the moment so early in the morning (well, it was already nine o'clock, but Eliot was most definitely not a morning person).

"Um, bathroom!" Eliot squeaked pathetically.

"Excuse me?"

"Um, I really need to use the bathroom because... Uh... Girl stuff?" It sounded more like a question then an actual statement.

Newt's eyebrows furrowed in confusion before his eyes lit up in realization and his cheeks bloomed a pale pink. "U-Um, yeah sure," he stammered, scratching the back of his head in embarrassment.

Eliot didn't waste a second as she speed walked down the hallway, uttering a string of curses under her breath.

"Shut up," she snapped at Mylene before she even had a chance to open her mouth.

The later just shook her head in silent laughter before turning around to catch up with Eliot.