clair de lune. ( mileven au )

1 | american hogwarts.

i told my mom everything.

i know the whole 'you're a witch' thing was a big secret to keep, but i never thought she'd lie to me about something as trivial as where she went to school.

though she never spoke much of the life she lived before me, she had definitely mentioned small moments like how she had her first kiss under the oak tree at school when she was 15, or how her and joyce accidentally set fire during some sort of chemistry lab when they were 16. when she told me these stories, imaged them taking place in a low budget public school in the late 80's, not a fucking castle!

joyce patiently waits for me to process my shock, uncomfortably shifting my bag to her other shoulder.

i barley break away form my thoughts when someone approaches from the entryway on the right. a boy, about my age, with deep skin and a short afro-cut politely smiles at me before shifting his brown eyes to his dean. "you wanted to see me?"

"yes! lucas, this is my goddaughter, el. i presume will mentioned that she was starting school here," she says, her voice lacking the usual propriety you would expect from a principal speaking to one of her students.

the boy, lucas, nods enthusiastically. "oh yeah. hey, el. what's up?" he greets, his tone friendly by i can tell that he's secretly wondering why he's a part of my welcoming committee.

i've always been bad at talking to people, especially people that are good at talking to people because i'm intimidated. somehow i end up deciding on the response, "hi."

his warning smile dims to something else, and i recognize the sympathy. he knows. oh, god. does everyone know? is everyone going to look at me like i'm the new orphan at the academy? that sounds like something out of a horrible movie.

"these are el's bags." joyce begins passing him the luggage with that small warning, but the heavy weight of my bags doesn't seem to even faze him. "please carry them up to her room. she's in d11," she instructs, her face tightening slightly.

his beaming smile drops instantly. "d11? uh, you sure?" he asks, glancing at me. "i don't think that's a good idea-"

"it's the only room left. maxine will just have to get over her aversion to roommates. i won't have a repeat of cynthia, especially with el," she replies in the most stern voice i've heard her speak in since i arrived.

my mouth gapes slightly. "who is maxine, and what did she do to cynthia?" i implore, somewhat concerned for my own wellbeing.

"max is my girlfriend," lucas answers proudly.

"oh, and what did she do to cynthia?" i query on, trying not to sound too concerned.

he grimaces. "she bit her."

i widen my eyes before shifting them to joyce, hoping she'll dispute what he's said. she mirrors his grimace before redirecting her attention to me. "it was a one time thing, i assure you."

"well, there was yaritzah, but she kind of had it coming," lucas reminds but shuts up when joyce tosses him a quick glare. he smiles reassuringly at me.

i swallow harshly and turn to joyce. "you're putting me in a room with a girl that bites people?"

"it's not like she's biting to kill. it's more of a warning-" he cuts himself off when joyce silences him another glare.

my brows raise, and i repeat, "bite to kill?!"

joyce looks at me quizzically before she says, "lucas, take el's things up. it seems her and i need to have a discussion in my office."