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[attr="class","cbody"]She was getting infinitely tired of being at Hogwarts. She supposed she should have seen this coming. Even though the announcement that Muggleborns were returning to school had been met with applause throughout the community—some of them, anyway, Sasha had not been all that convinced that it was going to be a good thing. Too much had happened, too much had changed. She couldn’t even imagine going back to school and acting like everything had been okay. Everything was decidedly not okay.
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But she had gone back. Sasha knew that she could have stayed home, but that hadn’t seemed much better. Her parents had just been trying to decide what to do with her. They hadn’t been all that sure how to have a witch as a daughter anyway, let alone one that was now damaged from whatever had happened to her while she was gone. Therapy had been their answer, boarding school had been their answer, so she knew that they had been relieved when she had told them that she was allowed to go back to Hogwarts.
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Sasha hadn’t thought that Devin was going to come back. If she was being perfectly honest, she had thought that he would stay fighting in that club and do whatever he wanted. He had made it perfectly clear to her that he wanted nothing to do with her, and she wanted nothing to do with someone that would treat her like that. She was still an Augustine. That still meant something to her family. It still meant something to her. In theory, at least. He had called her trash, had nearly made her cry—which she never did, and she had walked out of that club decently sure that she was never going to see him again.
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Yet, here he was. Back at Hogwarts. Thankfully, in the year below her still. It would have been far worse if she had to deal with him in classes too. Now, of course, he wanted to give her the time of day. He had been the one that had told her to go back to her old life. She had only listened. Now that she was back at Hogwarts, he wanted to once again get the princess on the wrong side of the tracks. And for what? To shag her, and then break her heart again? She wasn’t an idiot. Despite what he must think, despite what she was sure other people thought, she wasn’t stupid. Not academically, but not otherwise either. She was not going to open herself up for Devin to crush her to pieces all over again. It wasn’t something that should have happened to begin with.
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Now that February was almost at a close, she could look forward to Easter. Was she excited to go back home for a couple of weeks? She honestly didn’t even know. It felt like she didn’t fit anymore no matter where she went. But at least when she was here, she could fake it better. That might have made it a bit preferably honestly. Maybe she would stay here for Easter and take advantage of the school being nearly empty. She didn’t know.
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Most of her night had been spent studying—or pretending to study in the North Wing. Her books were out in front of her on a table, she’d gotten a cup of tea from a house-elf, and she had tipped some rum into it from a flask. Because why not?
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It had been a while since her last sip of the drink and she realized that she needed a bit more, so she took a glance around the room before pulling the flask out of her bag, and opening the stopper to pour some more rum into her mug.
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The inside lingo had me at hello
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They weren’t lost!

They weren’t. They were just trying to find another way to the Gryffindor tower, because even though they knew where it was. . .it was something in that they couldn’t find it when they looked inside the castle. They usually could climb and sometimes find it, because they’d found Clio Jones that one time, and Lizzy another time or two, but if they couldn’t find it on what should be that floor, maybe if they just climbed up again and tried.

Except they maybe stayed out a bit too long. And it was way past curfew and maybe they shouldn’t have decided to do a night climb because it was late and it was dark and not that they were scared because they trusted their body, but. . .

It was cold! And windy! And nothing like climbing a reliable tree. But there was a window, and they figured they’d much rather be caught by a prefect or a professor or a ghost because at least they’d still be safe, right?

They’d avoided a lot of detection by climbing away from windows but it was really late now, and maybe they could just. . .say they were staying out late. Maybe no one was there. Their limbs were aching anyway, and even with Sticky Trainers, they knew they warning signs of their body. So they pushed open the window, and there was a blonde they vaguely recognized, but they didn’t. . .

It was weird to see the person here, somehow. Like they didn’t fit, and they were sure they’d never seen the blonde in Hogwarts before. But the blonde was so--

Their limbs gave an involuntary tremble, and they lost their balance, making a rather ungraceful lunge into the room. Maybe if they just. . .played it cool. Said they had an astronomy lesson. Yeah, they’d do that! Especially because they did have an Astronomy lesson at midnight. Was it midnight yet? They didn’t know. Probably not.

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[attr="class","cbody"]It was hard to be back at Hogwarts. It was decidedly not the same for her as it had been in the past. Before, it had been fun. She had done well enough in her classes—not trying too hard, but at least enough to get by. There had been boys to entertain herself with, girls that wanted to impress her, and unfortunate losers to make fun of. Hogwarts had been something like her playground when she had been here before. But that just wasn’t the case anymore.
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She didn’t know what the Ministry had thought when they had deigned to allow them to come back here. Did they expect them all to just forget what they had been through? To forget that they had been treated as if they were less than human? To forget the times they had been tortured, and all of the suffering that they had been through? Merlin knew that Sasha couldn’t forget it. She had never even fully worked through it. After that night with Devin out on the streets, she had been too worried about him to focus on herself. They had barely made it through that night alive. If she hadn’t decided they needed to run, they still probably would have. There was no way to know for sure.
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But after that night, everything had been different. Devin had not been okay after all of the torture that he’d been through. She didn’t even know how long he’d been under the torture curse, but she had known that he’d been acting different. Sasha had never been great at worrying about people or knowing how to take care of them—and she hadn’t been sure that she wanted to. She’d missed the Devin with the dangerous smirk who was always quick to insult her when she deserved it. He was the one that gave her unfortunate butterflies that she couldn’t get rid of. Worrying about him had been on the front of her mind, and the torture she had been through had been something she’d just done her best not to think about.
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Now she was back here, expected to be grateful that she was allowed to be back, but it wasn’t the same. Being here after everything that she had been through felt ridiculous. Being a sixth year and knowing she had another full year of this to go through was just as absurd to her.
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She had a few hours to kill so she’d figured she might as well spend it over here with tea, rum, and sort of trying to study. What she hadn’t expected was a girl coming through a window of all things. She tumbled to the floor and the sound was enough to startle her, but then her eyes narrowed. “What the hell?” She wasn’t one to curse but maybe spending time with Devin had rubbed off on her. Or maybe she was just surprised by an appearance of a girl coming through a seventh floor window. “I don’t know, I’m not a clock. Were you just spying on people through windows?” What else could she have been doing out there other than creeping around? Sasha had seen a lot of strange people do a lot of strange things at Hogwarts, but this was close to the strangest.
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