Is Your Heart Taken P2 Closed

^{•Date• 20 April 2023
•Location• Hogwarts, Library}

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•Word Count• 535 •| @Lucian Mornstern as Alaric Havertz | mentioning: @Aida Mòrsgor-Ama Ellwood as Valentin Schnell| @Fang Hui-Ying as Niklaus Havertz |•

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Maila had been greatly enjoying her time at Hogwarts. The castle felt massive and she had gotten lost a lot in the first days but now she was good at finding her way around. A humming note left her lips as she skipped through Hogwarts' halls. Tomorrow was the Ball and she was quite excited to meet some people and have fun. She was even going with someone that she had met a couple months back. He was extremely nice and already felt like a good friend, kind hearted and generous with a deep connection to music that Maila shared with him. Tomorrow they would go as friends and meet some of his friends there to enjoy a grand evening with hopefully a just as grand ball. Hogwarts was certainly a good place and Maila was excited to see what they had thought of this time. Maila had her Violin case with her as she had enjoyed some time outside, practicing a little before she had decided to go to the library. Her steps carried her fast, the bright red Converse on her feet made it possible to make almost no sound. Her tight curls were put up into a ponytail and once again she was wearing overalls and a turtleneck.

It didn't take her long until she reached her destination, the library. She walked through the shelves for several minutes before deciding to take a book about Hogwarts: 'Hogwarts: A History'. Of course they had to have a book about Hogwarts' history here and Maila would enjoy reading about the enchanted looking castle. Perhaps there would even be something about Harry Potter or about both war's in here, after all that was something that had a big part in the history of Hogwarts. Or at least it did in Maila's opinion. She found a free table quickly and sat down there, desperately trying to not immediately pull her legs up and sit crisscrossed on the chair. That went good for a couple minutes of reading, as she bounced her leg but then Maila just gave in and crossed her legs crisscross applesauce on the chair. She played with one of the loose curls that hung out of her ponytail as she read and quickly sunk into the world of Hogwarts.

Maila almost didn't realize that someone was approaching her and she wouldn't have if that person hadn't started talking to her. When she did hear his voice she looked up from the book with a bright smile. He had sat down on a chair. „Alaric!! Hello!” she smiled brightly, trying to keep her voice leveled to the quiet Library. There was barely any chatter, mostly the sound of turning pages. „I'm reading, Hogwarts: A History. Do you think Klaus has read it yet? I think he might enjoy it, it is really good so far!” she said, knowing very well that a book like this would bore Alaric to death but perhaps Klaus really would enjoy it and Maila was trying to get on his good side. „How have you been finding your way around here? It's quite beautiful wouldn't you say so?” she asked, her smile bright and the laugh that followed bubbly.

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I visibly shuddered when she mentioned she was reading at thing! Yikes. How the hell was she not dead via boredom. Hogwarts A History. Really? “Hogwarts a History? Seriously?” I asked with a chuckle, gently prying the book out of her soft hands and closed it. “You could have read everything and picked that?” I questioned with a toothless grin.

I couldn’t stand to actually sit down and read that, or anything really, but look at the size of it! I gazed at the edge of the book where you could see all the pages and my eyes went wide (well not really, but they would have) at how many pages there seemed to be.

“I commend you…” I said with a low whistle. She then asked if Klaus had read it and I laughed. “Oh, das hat er definitiv! Sorry. I mean he did, definitely!” well, I don’t actually know, I don’t think he would. It is about Hogwarts… but then again my brother loves to read. I shrugged. “Eh. No idea haha. You should speak to him about it,” I advised.

I let out a sigh, “Yeah. Sadly this place is nice,” I scoffed, “Place full of… traitors,” I knew that I couldn’t say much. My two best mates were half-bloods! I don’t have a problem with half-bloods but I have a feeling the topic can be tricky. And despite my hatred for mudbloods and squibs and muggles, I know that I have to be careful around Maila and Ollie, but she is worth it. She laughed and I felt myself blush for some reason, the way her voice just sounded like heaven. Laughter, the universal language. “Well… I have something I really want to tell you,” I said, a nervous look on my face.

^{•Date• 20 April 2023
•Location• Hogwarts, Library}

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•Word Count• 451 •| Alaric Leopold Havertz @Lucian Mornstern •|•Mentioning: Olli •|• Klaus • @Taisia Stroudefielde •|• @Fang Hui-Ying | •

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Maila would note Alaric's comment about the book with an eye roll. Her eyebrows scrunched together as he took Hogwarts: A History out of her hands, he wasn't going to read it, was he? Maila could not recall ever seeing Alaric reading or even holding a book, that wasn't one for school, in his hands. The German boy was slightly younger than her and sometimes Maila felt like that was enough to have some major differences in interests. Then again, Klaus was the same age and was interested in a lot of things that she was. He was honestly very uptight and serious but Maila felt good in his company most of the time as he seemed to understand the simple pleasures of a good book or the loveliness of a good conversation. Although those seemed to be rather one sided when she tried to talk to him. Still, he had warmed up to her and Olli since when they first met. That day Maila had thought she had never seen such a serious, sarcastic and charismatic eleven year old boy. Yet she had grown to like him just as much as she liked Alaric.

Apparently he had not wanted to read the book, but closed it and put it away. She wasn't surprised about that at all. Alaric said something on German before he corrected himself in English. Maila had learned to understand some of the German words that Alaric and Klaus exchanged from time to time but not everything so she was grateful for a translation every time. Surely, if she started to start speaking Finnish, he would not understand her at all. He commented that Maila should speak to Klaus about it and she nodded, perhaps she would do that. He let out a sigh and Maila's gaze fixated on him as he agreed with her, that Hogwarts was indeed very nice. Traitors. The word rang in her ears and Maila immediately squinted her eyes. Alaric's family were blood purists through and through. He tried to not talk about it but deep down she knew that he could not ignore that about her. Maila and Olli had grown up entirely as Muggles and even after their first instances of magic, there was nothing that could have given them a bond to the wizarding world. In most people's eyes they were mudbloods. A word that Maila hated and yet heard Alaric use sometimes. She bit her lip and just nodded, her eyes gazing over the table and everywhere else but his eyes.

„Sure, go ahead” she said, not wanting to ignore that he obviously wanted to say something as he had said. His features expressed how nervous he was.

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I can see she isn’t that happy with my comment and a small part of me felt guilty but that was quickly gone when she gave me the go ahead. I cleared my throat and stared at my feet for while before nervously getting to my knee. I reached out and gently took her soft hands, eyes fluttering to look at her enticing browns ones. I thought of the poem I wrote but my throat clogged up. I couldn’t remember it. I- time to wing it.

Swallowing I fidgeted a little; this floor is not nice on your knee, thank god only one of them is receiving this torture. I looked back in her eyes, a smile dancing on my face, guess I was improvising. "I will tell you a story" I started, man, I wish I had a cushion and I also hope she listened to it all. "About a girl with brown curly hair, a shining smile that's oh so rare. By my side, she's my moonbeam; together we brighten every dream," I really hoped I was pronouncing these words right, I didn’t want to miss this up; I needed it to be perfect. "Her eyes sparkle like stars above, her laughter is music, a song of love. A smile that lights up the darkest night making everything, all around feel bright," my smile had grown tenfold as I got into the rhythm. I hope she was liking this as this is literally coming from the heart. "With her by my side, I'll conquer any strife. We'll dance, and sway, and take on life, my moonbeam, shining bright and true, I'll forever cherish and adore you," I placed a soft kiss to her hand, "Maila Aurora Laine," my heart started beating and I could feel my chest getting a little tight as the big question swirling in my head.

Would she even accept? Maybe Klaus is right. She doesn’t want to be with me. I’m me. I’m a- a clown, I don’t really do the proper etiquette at school or at home. Only when in formal situations! Or around people that I don’t know.

I had to ask, though, because what if someone else does before I stop being a baby? I keep teasing Lucian for being a baby with his broom! What am I if I wuss out on asking a girl to a dance.

"Will you please go to the dance with me?" I finally asked, looking at Maila with shining eyes and a pearly grin.

^{•Date• 20 April 2023
•Location• Hogwarts, Library}

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•Word Count• 500 •| Alaric Leopold Havertz @Lucian Mornstern •|•Mentioning: | •

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Maila was still looking at her hands. Her eyebrows were knitted together, her expression rather uninviting. How could he always say this stuff. He knew how she felt about this. But after all, even if she tried to deny it to herself sometimes, Alaric and Klaus had grown up rich. With pure blood. Pure and expensive. The more suprising it was when he suddenly took her hand. When she looked at him, Alaric kneeled on the floor, his features flushed. Maila's eyebrows furrowed together even more and her eyes went wide. She looked around at everyone in the library. What the heck was he doing? Pure shock was written on her face.

„Alaric, what the hell. Get up.“ she told him and almost stood up herself. All she wanted to do was pull her hand from his. Her heart hammered in her chest and there was a sense of fight or flight bombarding throughout her body. He smiled at her and the panic in her eyes expanded as her whole body tensed up and the time slowed down in front of her eyes. Blood was rushing in her ears and a light blush shot over her cheeks. What was he doing. He wanted to tell her a story..? This boy in front of her confused Maila so much. Her feelings were a mix. A storm inside of her.

She almost scoffed when he started a poem. A poem about her. Everything inside the 12 year old girl was repulsing against this. Everything but this one small feeling that she shoved down so quickly, it was almost as if it wasn't there. Almost as if she had never felt it creep up. He kissed her hand and Maila almost jumped from her chair. What was happening. What was happening. What's happening. Her eyes and features were filled with terror and panic as every possible power in her body rebelled against everything that was happening here.

"Will you please go to the dance with me?" No no no no no no. Why was he asking this. Why would he risk their precious friendship. Why why why why. She shook her head. Not noticable at first but then more violently and before she realized what she was doing, she ripped her hand free from his. „No!“ she said, her heart pulsating in her throat. „I'm sorry Alaric, but-“ it felt as though a storm was breaking through the Library, „I- I am already going with someone and his friends.“

Maila had stood up at this point. „I'm really sorry. I'm sure we can dance or meet up there. I'm sorry. Clearly you had thought more about this and-“ he had made it seem as though there was something between them, „I don't know what you thought would happen here but I can't. We are friends. Your poem was beautiful but you feel the same for me that I feel for you. Friendship.“ How could he ever think there was something more between them?

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^{This is my the fist time in a very long time that I am writing in first person, so please don't judge my writing in this too harshly (;}

^{•Date• 20 April 2023
•Location• Hogwarts, Library}

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•Word Count• 590 •| Alaric Leopold Havertz @Lucian Mornstern •|•Mentioning: | •

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My heart dropped as my eyes fully focused on Alaric. Everything around us was suddenly drowned out and tears shimmered in my eyes. His smile fell with my facial expressions as I tried to contain my heavy breathing. He repeated that I was going with someone else, almost as if it was a question. Almost as if he couldn't believe it. He still kneeled on the floor. „Alaric, please get up.” my voice was not more then a whisper. He muttered something in German but the only thing I really understood was my name. The way he said it. His voice was heart wrenching. Why did I feel so devastated? My eyes burned as he stood up and looked at me. I bit my lip, holding in my emotions with all my might. I didn't want him to feel like this but I also did not want him to think there was more than friendship between us. Not more then friendship. Just friendship. The horror in my eyes was still present and it still felt as though a storm was crashing through the Library but I could not tell if this was because of him looking at me like this or because of this little voice inside me that ripped on my heart and burst my eardrums.

He finally got up and my eyes fixated on his. Disgust graced his features as he lied to me and said that he only meant to ask as friends. That this was a friendly poem. Only I did not know that it was a lie. I believed him. But if I did and if I thought this was a good thing.. then.. why did his words stung so bad in my heart? Why did it feel like needles piercing through my entire body, killing all butterflies in the hand that he had touched. The hand that he had kissed. Why did his words of rejection make me feel like I was the one that had asked him and he ripped my heart out and stamped his foot on it. He had not. We were friends. We were just friends and these useless feelings had to be pushed back down because they were untrue. Perhaps someone had messed with my food at breakfast because this was not how I felt about Alaric. There was no reason why his words would now hurt me. It was good that we were just friends.

He wished me fun with whatever boy I was going and I forced a smile on my lips and nodded. „I'm sure you will find another lovely girl that will go with you. You're amazing Alaric. Any girl would be happy to go with you.” only that it was the night before the ball and most people would already have a date or a friend to go with. He hugged me and I wanted to cling on. I wanted to grab his shirt and hold on and I wanted to burry my face in his shoulder and I wanted to tell him that he is amazing and my best friend but I did not. Instead of that, I just stood there. His hands burned on my body, lingering there even after he had left. I wanted to pull him in but it was too late. He was gone. Taking my feelings with him. He was gone. Shit. I debated following him but then I just turned and stormed out the library back to Durmstrang quarters, where we were staying during our time at Hogwarts.

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