Anatole felt stupid. If he had just apologised, never proposed anything, never given her free reign over any sort of punishment she desired upon him. Just the look in her eyes made Anatole shudder. "Uh, well, anyways...well, uh, we never met. I'm Anatole." They approached the classroom, the Gryffindor gulping as a door slammed behind him. "Once again, I'm really, really sorry...okay? You can even break my wand, I can afford a new one, or, uh..." He didn't want to consider the options. His punishment was in her hands. "Just, go ahead...go as hard as you want." He was visibly cringing with fear, frozen in the classroom.
It's not saying Anatole knew he was going to die there, but he knew he was going to die there, in this room.
Might as well be goodbye.
How I'd die to catch the freedom of falling...
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