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Davina had barely listened to Ms. Ravenshade throughout the lesson. Her notes were a chaotic mess of barely legible scribbles, and after her brief exchange with Newt, her mind was too clouded to focus on potion-making.

When the class was instructed to partner up, a wave of excited chatter filled the room as students eagerly anticipated brewing their own potions.

Ophelia and Davina fell into an uncomfortable silence, neither knowing what to say. Ophelia didn't want to push Davina, sensing the storm brewing within her.

Davina could feel the concerned glances of her friends as her eyes skimmed over the pages of their assigned task.

She tried to concentrate, determined not to let her tangled emotions over Newt—who had just walked out of her life—ruin her chances at acing the lesson.

But the more she focused, the more the anger began to surface. Anger at Newt, at Leta, at herself.

Her thoughts were shattered when Lucian Nightshare's irritating voice sliced through the air. He sat beside her just a little corridor between them, leaning in too close for comfort, his voice laced with mockery.

"Not so close to Scamander now, are we, Dumbledore?" he said, not even looking at her as he pretended to focus on his potion.

Normally, Davina would have ignored him, but today, his words hit too close to home.

"It's sad, really," Lucian continued, his grin spreading. "You used to defend that weirdo, and now he's just replacing you."

Her temper flared. "That's none of your business, Lucian," she snapped, trying to keep her composure.

Lucian laughed, his eyes gleaming with malicious amusement. "A girl like you protecting a weirdo like him... it's almost pathetic."

She could feel her fingers twitching with restrained fury, her leg bouncing nervously.

"You can be honest with me, Davina," Lucian whispered, his voice loud enough to draw the attention of nearby students. Newt, who had been trying to ignore the tension, glanced over at them, his face darkening with concern.

Leta, seated beside him, gently placed a hand on his arm, but her attempt to regain his attention was futile as his gaze remained fixed on the confrontation.

Davina clenched her jaw, trying to steady her breath, but Lucian's words pierced deeper than she'd expected.

"You were only friends with him out of pity, right?" he taunted. "Because he had no one else. Am I right, Dumbledore?"

That was it. The dam broke. With a flick of her wand beneath the table, Davina muttered a quiet Bombarda. The potion on Lucian's table exploded in a flash of violet, splattering over his crisp white shirt.

The room fell silent in shock. Lucian's face turned pale as the purple liquid stained his clothes. His mouth hung open in disbelief.

Ms. Ravenshade immediately turned toward the sound of the explosion, her eyes narrowing as she spotted Davina fumbling with her wand.

"Ms. Dumbledore! How could you do such a thing?" she snapped, marching toward her.

Davina's heart pounded in her chest as she stared wide-eyed at the chaos she'd caused. She hadn't meant for this to happen.

Tears welled in her eyes as the flood of emotions overwhelmed her. Without a word, she bolted from her seat and rushed out of the classroom, her cheeks flushed with frustration and embarrassment.

"MS. DUMBLEDORE, YOU COME BACK HERE THIS INSTANT!" Ms. Ravenshade's angry voice echoed after her, but Davina didn't stop.

Newt, still seated at his table, was frozen in shock. He had seen Davina get upset before, but never like this. He couldn't help but feel a deep sense of regret. He'd had the chance to be there for her, to comfort her, but he'd pushed her away by choosing Leta instead.

As the students murmured amongst themselves, Lucian continued to curse under his breath, desperately trying to clean the potion from his ruined shirt.

Despite his discomfort, Newt couldn't help but smile slightly at the sight. It was the only bit of humor in the tense moment. But as his eyes drifted back to the door Davina had stormed through, the smile faded. He had a sinking feeling that things had just gotten much worse.

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Davina was resting on her bed. The room was silent, nearly engulfing her. The typical sparkling green eyes of the young brunette were now swollen and red from tears.

A gentle tap on her door caused her to glance up. Her eyes locked with the soft gaze of Lizzie's blue ones. The blonde took a seat next to Davina on the side of her bed, being cautious not to mention anything inappropriate.

"Ravenshade asked me to inform you that you need to go to your father's office." "She mentioned he would look after you more thoughtfully than the Headmaster," she said serenely, observing her friend's every action.

Davina locked eyes with her, watching her friend as a myriad of feelings danced in her gaze.

"I—I'm not sure how this happened..." she murmured, barely audible.

Lizzie let out a sigh as she spread her arms for the small girl. Davina immediately wrapped her arms around her best friend and held her close. The blonde recognized her conflicting feelings and realized that she simply needed someone to support her.

Keeping her close in silence, it was only the two of them until Davina became a little more relaxed.

Lizzie gently tucked a piece of hair behind her ear, gazing at the girl with a friendly smile. "That loser doesn't have a clue what he's saying. Ignore what he says. The Davina I used to know would've chuckled in his face, dismissing his mean remarks." Lizzie inhaled deeply, rising from the girl's bed and moving towards the door.

She turned around one last time just before reaching the door handle. "At times, we all act a little crazy." "Just don't allow them to alter you; you're perfectly okay as you are, even without Newt," she said while exiting, leaving Davina alone once more.

The brown-haired girl realized she needed to step out of her room and bed to speak with her father, if only to clarify what had occurred.

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𝐀𝐮𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐫𝐬 𝐍𝐨𝐭𝐞: I promise that the next chapter won't be Davina crying. I know it's been a lot of drama but I wanted to build up the tension as high as possible.

Larah :)