Her four closest best friend's, only friends.
Theodore, Draco, Tom, Mattheo.
A group that allows no one to come into their circle, no one dares to, they know better.
And Morana, the best friend's precious darling, only theirs. The person that keeps...
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September 2nd 1995. __
Draco walked down the corridor, quite quickly. His arms were crossed over his chest. All of his thoughts were clouded with Morana. Hoping the words he spoke about her with Mattheo were true.
They normally are, considering this happens not a lot, but when it does, it's normally Theodore who causes it. The rest know not too, because they don't know if she could handle their feelings, because once they said them it would never be the same. Never. But they felt they needed to say something this year, hoping they could tell her their feelings this year. But it's only just the start of the seventh year.
But what Draco, Tom, and Mattheo didn't know was what Theodore was feeling about all of this. Theodore always tried to keep his feelings in, yes. He did, he tried so hard. To the point where he'd spoke his whole pack of cigarettes at night at the astronomy tower. But, Morana is always there with him. And Morana wasn't someone he could just hold back his feelings for. He loved her, more than words could explain.
Mattheo just headed out his dorm, his tie still undone. He truly could not fix it, but he could if he would've have listened all the times Morana tried to teach him. He just didn't want to learn. He loved when Morana did it.
He liked— no, loved being touch by her, in any way. Because it made his day, just by a touch, look, word, gesture by her.
"Tom, lad." Mattheo spoke, trying to hide his annoyed tone towards Theodore. Whilst he entered the Great Hall, taking a seat by Tom. Theodore was sitting in front of Tom, diagonal. His face in his hands, his elbows were propped up onto the long brown wooden table.
Tom turned his head to look towards his brother briefly, giving him a slight nod. "Don't be so hard on him, Mattheo. He already feels horrible. And Draco and I already talked to him." Tom countered. His voice was a low whisper so that Theodore couldn't hear.
Mattheo almost rolled his eyes, thinking he deserved more. He always did when it came to Morana.
Tom thought he deserved more too, this was Tom. He was more than in love with Morana. But, Theodore was already down.
"Yeah, whatever." Mattheo mumbles. His hands fell into his lap, rubbing the sweat onto his pants quickly.
Tom rolled his eyes, unnoticeable too the two beside him and across from him.
Theodore sighed, gaining the other two brother's attention. He took his face out his hands, showing his very noticeable sleepy eyes.
What they didn't know was that he was up all night, pissed at himself. Though he felt he wanted to sob. He held it back so that Mattheo and Draco wouldn't hear.
