4. BLASTING CURSE
Adam Burn

Scooping more beef bourguignon on to Selina's plate, Kurumi froze midscoop and found herself only half paying attention to Headmaster Tate as he gave his speech. She ought to be ashamed of herself, not paying proper respect to the man who reminded them each term not to die, but her full attention had been drawn elsewhere.

On a certain someone strolling between the crowded tables like he owned the place that he had previously abandoned. The people he had abandoned.

All those wasted tears. All that wasted time. All those wasted feelings.

The smug look and cocky smile that pulled at his handsome features lit a fire in the Gryffindor and she could feel her blood begin to boil. Not even giving Selina a second glance, Kurumi slowly stood and closed the gap between herself and the approaching boy. Swallowing back tears, his words hardly registered as she allowed impulse to take over.

The sound of her hand connecting with his cheek was seemingly the only sound in the Great Hall and, while she wouldn't admit it, her own hand stung a little at the unfamiliar sensation.

And then, her heart broken all over again, she walked away.