[HP] The Tweed River flows

I have long forgotten when I received my first bouquet of flowers.At that ignorant age, love should have been a hazy and beautiful thing, but it was probably really influenced by that gypsy woman, but I was wary of every suitor around me.Countless gifts and love letters were placed in front of me, envious of others, but I dismissed them.Perhaps it is due to instinctive self-protection, or perhaps it is the pickiness and arrogance cultivated by the stars.What is the reason, I do not know.In short, no matter whether it is the temptation of sweet words or the promise of each other, no one can touch my heartstrings.At first I sincerely refused, but later I simply ignored it.But what is inexplicable is that the more indifferent I am, the more they flock to it.Probably this is human nature: you will never cherish what you hold in your hands, and you will be particularly fascinated by what you wish for.

Most of the suitors' voices have been blurred by time, but there are two of them that I will never forget.Of course, you've heard their names, Patrick and Barrow, cousins.

All the chaos and entanglements must start from them.Regarding this chaotic past, I can't say that my choice is wise, but at least I have never regretted it-even if I paid a high price for it.

The story has to start with Patrick.At first, I didn't realize that there was anything unusual about him, but I just felt that I saw Patrick suddenly more frequently.Although we've known each other for a long time, we never crossed paths at school.But one day in the corridor outside the Charms classroom, he walked across from me. I thought we would just pass each other like two strangers, but he said to me inexplicably "Good morning," like a friend you've known for years.I froze for a second in surprise, and he walked past me without feeling anything wrong.Since that time, whether it is going to the classroom, going to the auditorium, or even Syl and I go to the edge of the Black Lake, we always seem to meet very "by chance".From the brief greeting at the beginning to the polite greetings later, inexplicably, he began to pretend to be an old acquaintance, showing that he has a close relationship with you everywhere, exactly the same as when we first met.

To be honest, I don't like this kind of familiar people, I have been like this since I was a child.But in view of the fact that we knew each other too early, and what he said was "a bit of a relationship", I also tolerated some of his intimacy, but this does not mean that I like it.But one day, some of his actions really made me unbearable.

It was a Hogsmeade day, and Syl and I went to the village to buy new parchment and quills.We saw Patrick again as we passed the post office - he was with his friends.

"Hey—Helena!" He suddenly saw me and waved excitedly, "Come here! We were just talking about you!"

I waved him and told him I was going back to school, but he didn't care, climbed over the fence, dragged me to his friends, and forced me to be introduced to his cronies.

"So this is the famous Miss Ravenclaw! It's a pleasure to meet you..." One of the boys with a greasy face smiled obsequiously, and stretched out his hand to me.And I just ignored the fat palm, looked Patrick in the eyes, and asked him why he brought me here.

The burly boy rubbed his palms in embarrassment and suppressed his smile.

"We just mentioned you, and I said we...just met," Patrick said after some consideration, with an embarrassed look on his face.He actually meant to say "we know each other very well".

"That's right, we do know each other," I said coldly, raising my head, deliberately emphasizing the word "knowledge". "Is there anything else?"

"Hmm... I was thinking... well, it's nothing special..."

"Then can I go now?"

"Sure, of course you can...please yourself," he said mechanically, his embarrassment growing more obvious.

I didn't say another word, turned around and left with Syl.There was a roar of laughter behind me, and I could even imagine Patrick scratching his head as his friends teased him (“Don’t you guys know each other well?”).

No doubt he was smarter than the average suitor, at least he didn't send a huge bouquet of flowers with a sleazy greeting card on the first day, because I wouldn't read that crap.It's a pity that I really don't have a good impression of him, although he looks much better now than when I first saw him.Perhaps in the eyes of ordinary people, Gaunt is a noble family with a rich, ancient and pure blood.But in my opinion, he is just a pompous and dissolute young man, and he has a sister like that, which is really not likable at all.

I originally wanted to take this opportunity to warn him and tell him not to pester me anymore, but after thinking about it carefully after returning to school, I felt that it seemed too disrespectful to him, and I was a little sorry for him, after all, he didn't really do anything wrong.When I met him again later, I relaxed a little bit.But I didn't expect him to realize the wrong meaning of this little bit of guilt, mistakenly thinking that I was encouraging him, and became more aggressive.Even when he was not at school, he entrusted that taciturn friend to deliver all kinds of gifts in front of so many people that everyone made fun of me and him.I used to throw his presents on the floor angrily, and he thought it was funny, laughed, and made it worse.

Finally one day, all the contradictions broke out.

I have forgotten what the cause was, in short, he came to my classroom to find me, and put his hand on my waist in a strange way.I turned around and slapped him without hesitation in front of everyone.

The classroom was silent for a moment, and everyone turned their heads to look at us in surprise.

Patrick opened his mouth and maintained the posture after being beaten, and he didn't recover for a long time.

"What are you doing?" After a while, he slowly turned his head and said word by word.

"Who told you to put your hands where they shouldn't be?" I stared at him not to be outdone.I am in fifth grade and he is in seventh grade. He is a full head taller than me.

With a livid face, he said bluntly, "Helena, I warn you that my endurance is limited. Don't think that just because I like you, you can do whatever you want!"

"Who wants you to like it?" I said coldly, "I warned you a long time ago, don't pester me!"

"Don't push yourself too hard!" He whispered, his eyes became cold and flashed with a dangerous light.

"Who do you think you are?" I sneered. "You're nothing to me. I've been refraining from telling you that, and you've ended up being sentimental instead."

"You're making me, Helena, don't make me leave you."

"I'm glad to hear that," I scoffed. "It's a shame you didn't realize this sooner."

He squinted his eyes and looked at me from top to bottom. The place on the left side of his face that had been beaten was already slightly red.Suddenly, he raised his hand abruptly, and the person next to him gasped.I almost thought he was going to hit me, but he didn't.

Patrick put his hands within an inch of my face and slowly clenched his fists, as he usually does when threatening people.I saw the gleam of resentment in his eyes.He leaned down and said in a whisper, "I don't hit women, but remember, Helena! I want you to regret it, and you will regret it!" He released his hand and squeezed my face, I parted his hands, resisting the urge to hit him a second time.

"I'm afraid I'm going to disappoint you. At least in this case, absolutely-yes-no-yes," I said with my eyes narrowed.

Patrick shook his hand and left in anger, leaving me and a room full of stunned people.I sat back on my seat and opened the book as if no one else was there, and the place where I hit him with my right hand also started to hurt.After about a few minutes, the others gradually came to their senses.

In fact, I did regret it, not because I rejected him, but because I knew the bastard.I seriously overestimated his character, Patrick Gunter is not a playboy who only knows how to eat, drink, but a vile, disgusting scum.