This is a extremely late Birthday gift to the wonderful Angie (thetourguidebarbie/Angelikah). Thank you for being a wonderful friend, I hope you enjoy this!

WARNING: this story (not necessarily this chapter) will include violence, torture, and will discuss the prejudice against muggle borns/muggles.

This ain't for the best
My reputation's never been worse
So he must like me for me

Delicate - Taylor Swift

Caroline could feel all eyes on her.

She wasn't unused to it, mind you. It seemed that everyone was constantly watching her ever since her mother had died four months ago. Everyone kept looking for the signs that indicated she would break.

Her father and Stephen had spent the entire summer sharing worried looks and walking on eggs around her. All her friends back in America had been the same. All the letters and random phone calls in the middle of the day… She had been looking forward to leave it all behind as school finally begun.

And it had felt like things would work just fine as she managed to sit alone in a cabin in the train. For those precious hours, she truly felt like she could be at peace.

She had just forgotten one small detail: she was now the only new student in Hogwarts who was not a freshman.

The entire Great Hall now seemed to be whispering about her, curious about why a tall blonde girl — who was definitely not 11 — was standing among the first years, waiting to be selected into one of the four houses.

School transferences were not a common thing, as she had found out during her process to leave Ilvermorny and join Hogwarts. Since all magical schools were boarding schools, even if a family moved away, the children usually kept attending the same place, magic always able to shorten the distances.

But Caroline's parents were no-majs. Or muggles, as everyone seemed to say in the United Kingdom. So when Liz died and she had to move in with Bill and Stephen, who happened to be living in London… Well, they didn't have the option to just travel by portkey to America and then back to the UK, and plane tickets weren't exactly cheap. Not to mention all the complications she would face to hide all her magical material from the airport security.

So there she was.

She had left all her friends behind, her studies, the Thunderbird quidditch team… To now stand as nervous as she had been when she was 11 years old when her name was finally called.

Everyone's confused faces returned to normal as the professor explained that she was a transferring student.

Caroline sat on the bench, her heart ringing fast and loud in her ears as she still felt everyone looking at her, even as the hat covered her eyes. She took a few deep, calming breaths, but the effect was ruined by the shiver that ran down her spine as a deep voice echoed inside her skull.

This is unusual. Your mind is not so young as the ones I am used to studying… This is less about who you could be and more about who you already are, I'm afraid. You've already done so much, haven't you? Already decided everything… I can see how ambitious you are.

She fought down the urge to snort as ask what was wrong with that? But the hat, of course, noticed that even though she controlled herself. It chuckled in her mind, making her bones tremble from within.

There is nothing wrong with that, child. I know just the place for you… It would be uncommon, of course… But it's the only place where you'd reach your full potential… I'm sure you will be able to handle it well.

Caroline was just about to ask what she would need to handle, but the hat's voice was no longer in her head. Now it was echoing through the entire Great Hall, announcing its decision.

"Slytherin!"

The hat was pulled from her head and she was denied even a second to make sure her face didn't show how utterly shocked she was. Caroline was left staring at all those people, blinking her eyes to adjust to the sudden light.

Muggle-born. How the hell did it think that it could put her into Slytherin? Perhaps the Sorting Hat was losing its power from old age, because that had to be a mistake.

Sure, perhaps she had identified with Slytherin and some of its values when she read Hogwarts: A History, but she had also immediately thought that it would be the last house she could ever be sorted in, since being pure-blooded seemed to be a pretty big deal for them.

And yet, Slytherin's table was cheering for her, all faces with welcoming smiles.

Reluctantly, Caroline stood up and walked towards the table on the far left of the Hall, forcing a smile into her own lips as she sat down.

She was not yet settled in her seat when a boy with dark brown hair and eyes, and a mischievous grin sitting on her right began to ask her questions.

"So, Caroline, was it? I think we're all dying to know why you were transferred to Hogwarts? I'm sure there must be an interesting story there."

She didn't have to look around to know that everyone had their eyes at her, expecting her to tell the most amazing adventure they'd ever heard. She wondered if she should lie, if she should tell them that she had been expelled or anything of the sort… Then she would be able to avoid the pity looks she would receive when they told them the truth.

Still, lying about her mother… Pretending that she was still alive… That didn't seem right. She couldn't do that.

"Nothing interesting," she chose to say, instead. "I just moved in with my father who happens to live in London."

There. Not a lie, not exactly.

"But why transfer to Hogwarts? Couldn't you keep attending... What's the name of the American school? Ilvermorny?" a blonde girl who was sitting across from her asked, her lips curling into a saccharine smile at the world 'American', as if that was an offense. Caroline rolled her eyes, which made the girl's gaze become icy. "I'm Rebekah, by the way. Rebekah Mikaelson. And that's my twin brother, Kol."

She said their surname as if its was supposed to mean something and was clearly offended by how Caroline just shrugged. "Nice to meet you, Rebekah. And, to answer your question, since I'm living in the UK anyway, it would be easier to go to Hogwarts than it would be to go to Ilvermorny."

She made sure she used her most condescending tone, like she was explaining it to a five-year old, ending her sentence in an obviously fake smile. She immediately decided that she didn't care at all for this girl's attitude.

Rebekah, however, only narrowed her eyes at her, clearly deciding not to back down. Beside her, Kol was making a bet with a brunette girl about who would win that argument. Something about how "Bekah might have finally met her opponent", to which the other girl replied, "She's not done yet." On Rebekah's side, a blond boy with strikingly blue eyes sighed, as if he was tired of this little fight already.

"Well, I don't know how things are done in America, but here we have something called portkeys, or apparition... I'm sure there are a million ways to live in London and still continue to attend an American school."

Should she just tell them the truth? She didn't owe any of them an explanation… But why should she lie about who she was? About who her parents were? She wasn't ashamed of them. She shouldn't have to be ashamed of them.

So she took a deep breath,

"As I'm sure you know, a minor could not use any of these means of transportation unaccompanied, and since my father wouldn't be able to help me… Here I am."

Rebekah's eyes lit up with amusement. "Oh, your father is a muggle."

"Yes, he is," Caroline said aggressively. Her relationship with her father was far from being great, but she would not let anyone say shit about him. Especially because of something so ridiculous as his non-magical status.

"And what about your mother?" the girl insisted. "She lives in America, doesn't she? Certainly it wouldn't be that hard for her to help you be where you needed to be."

Caroline took a deep breath, ignoring the sharp pain in her chest she felt whenever someone mentioned her mother.

"She wouldn't be able to help me either," she said simply, still omitting the part even if she were alive. Better to admit that she was muggle-born than to talk about her mother.

She saw the shock in Rebekah's face and looked around to see that everyone seemed to have the same expression. Even Kol had abandoned the mischief in his eyes to allow surprise to take its place. Everyone seemed to be unsure what to do or say now she had revealed who she was… Everyone except a boy sitting beside Rebekah.

He had been quiet the whole time, looking rather impatient and annoyed by the whole thing, and Caroline had figured — by the "prefect" badge on his clothes — that he thought he was too important to be involved in such small matters. But now... Now he had his eyes on her. His very blue, very sharp eyes. And she had his undivided attention. She had never felt so bare under someone else's gaze. He was handsome, she noticed, with his stubble and full lips and dirty blond hair. He was the only one not looking at her in shock, but with an almost childlike curiosity. As if he could not understand her.

Caroline held his gaze, almost challenging him to look at her the way everyone else seemed to be doing. He didn't falter, not for a single second.

"What?" Rebekah managed to say, her voice slightly high-pitched, unknowingly or uncaringly interrupting that staring match. "You mean to say you are muggle-born?"

She swallowed, her palms beginning to sweat. "Yes, I'm muggle-born."

Rebekah began to laugh, a few others joined her. The boy sitting beside her didn't.

"Surely you must be joking. There aren't muggle-borns in Slytherin. It's against the rules," she insisted.

Caroline shrugged, "Well, there is one now. Deal with it."

"But there shouldn't be any!" Rebekah nearly cried out.

The boy beside her laughed quietly, "Come now, dear sister, it's not unheard of. When Finn was in Hogwarts he studied with a muggle-born in Slytherin, don't you remember?"

Caroline frowned. Was he standing up for her? Even if apparently he was Rebekah's brother?

"But Finn didn't have to share a dorm room with him, Nik! I will have to share with her! That's not fair."

Caroline snorted, crossing her arms in front of her body. "Oh, great. My roommate is the wizarding world equivalent of a racist. Awesome."

Everyone around her gasped. Except Rebekah's brothers. Kol spit out the juice he was drinking as he began to laugh, and Nik — that was what Rebekah had said, right? Was that how he was actually called or just a nickname? Why was she so interested about this? — smiled, his eyes meeting hers again. She couldn't read them.

"Excuse me?" Rebekah said, offended.

"Well, you are saying that you don't want to share a room with me just because I'm muggle-born, aren't you? What's next? Are you going to call me a mudblood?"

Rebekah didn't answer. The principal began his speech, and she spent the entire time frowning, looking down at her empty plate. Caroline still felt eyes on her and still heard the whispers. She ignored them, trying to focus on the words that were being said, trying to absorb the rules and the names of the professors.

Her mind wouldn't shut up, though. From the motherless girl to the muggle-born in Slytherin… And to think that she used to be jealous of all the attention Elena would get.

She had to fight down the urge to cry as she thought about her friend. She missed her and Bonnie. She missed Ilvermorny.

Caroline stayed silent the rest of dinner. Ignoring Kol's jokes at her expense, ignoring how Rebekah was ignoring her, and ignoring Nik's eyes on her.

She found out that she would share the room with Rebekah and the brunette girl Kol had been betting with, Katerina Petrova. Or Katherine, as she preferred to be called. She was just as rude as Rebekah, but Caroline wasn't sure if that had to be with her magical blood status or if she was like that with everyone.

"That is your bed," Rebekah said simply, pointing to the one near the window. She had been quiet since dinner, and her voice was now indifferent, as if nothing had happened. "The bathroom is just down the hall."

Caroline nodded, trying to decide whether she should thank the girl for the information despite her behavior earlier, but spent too long thinking about it, until it was too late and it would be awkward to say it.

"If you touch any of my stuff, I will make you pay," Katherine warned her, arms crossed in front of her body and a hard stare that made Caroline roll her eyes. "Do you understand me?"

"Don't worry, I doubt we share the same style," she said, looking the girl up and down, even though they were wearing the same uniform.

Katherine arched her brows, almost as if saying that two could play that game, "So do I. My clothes have personality, you see. Unlike your grandma cardigans and summer dresses."

Caroline didn't ask how she knew what she liked to wear, knowing that Katherine must had seen her in the train station while she was still in her human clothes.

She shrugged, "It's because I don't have to compensate for a lack of actual personality."

Katherine opened her mouth to reply, but Rebekah sighed loudly. "Oh, shut up the both of you. I'm tired, let's just go to sleep."

"All right, Mikaelson," Katherine said, rolling her eyes. "We wouldn't want you to miss on your beauty sleep."

Caroline watched silently the both of them as she searched for her pajamas. They were clearly close friends, she could see in the way they talked and looked at each other. Completely in sync.

She wondered if she had ever felt like that with anyone… She loved Bonnie and Elena, they had been immediate friends since first year, but she wondered if anyone would ever look at them and see what she saw in Katherine and Rebekah. She suddenly felt very alone.

She tossed and turned in bed, unable to fall asleep. She didn't want to cry anymore, but her eyes were filled with tears anyway. She couldn't stop thinking about her mother. About when Mr. Saltzman had called her to his office to give her the news.

A car accident. Something so ridiculously normal it was almost infuriating.

Caroline had believed she was special when she found out she was a witch. She was extraordinary… The world was now full of wonders and excitement and literally magic… But her mother died in an ordinary car crash.

And now she all alone in a foreign country, with people whispering about her and treating her like she was sick just because she wasn't born into this world.

She muffled a sob in her pillow, praying that the other girls were asleep.

ARE MUGGLES DANGEROUS?

After the murder of Henrik Mikaelson, the wizard community begins to question whether we have been too lenient towards muggles and their crimes towards us. The persecution that wizards and witches have faced from those who do not possess magic should be ignored?

The Chief of the Sigil Department in the Ministry, Mikael Mikaelson, has spoken exclusively to The Daily Prophet about the murder of his son and what he believes the government should do about it:

"As a father, I cannot allow the murder of my son to go unpunished. I cannot accept that what happened to my family will be ignored. The Minister has to do something about the crimes of muggles and they must pay for what they've done to my son. Every year, we allow thousands of muggle-borns around the world to enter our world and take advantage of our abilities, but in return, their kind is committing genocide against us. The Minister must do something about this, or pass his job to someone who will."

When asked about who he believed would be fit to be the new Minister, Mikaelson was adamant on his choice: "Only Silas Petrova can take us to this new era, where our children will not have to suffer the consequences of our lenience."

"Hello, gorgeous," someone said from behind her, startling Caroline as her concentration was broken. She dropped the newspaper back on the table, turning around to meet a boy who seemed to be about her age, with brown eyes and hair and Gryffindor colours on his tie.

"Uh, hi," she said, a questioning look on her face.

He grinned at her, offering her his hand, which she shook. "I'm Enzo."

"Caroline," she offered, frowning as he moved to sit beside her. She was pretty sure that people couldn't sit at the table of houses that weren't their own, but he seemed to be at ease with his actions, so she didn't ask.

"I know. I've heard all about you… The entire school has, actually. Rebekah and Katherine were very loudly bitching about it when they came for breakfast. Also, the fact that your presence alone made them wake up earlier so they could avoid you… I'm impressed, really."

She arched her brows and said, a bit more acidly than she had intended, "Yeah, their bigotry is really impressive."

Enzo's smile left his face, his eyes growing serious. "Kol told me about how Rebekah acted last night, and I believe I'd be correct in my assumption that Katherine was just as bad?" Caroline nodded, and he sighed, shaking his head. "Look, you must understand, they're not…"

She raised her hand to stop him, "If you're going to defend them, then you can leave. Besides, if you're friends with her brother, then you probably shouldn't try to be friends with me, anyway."

"I'm not trying to defend them. It's just… complicated. But, all right, let's not talk about them anymore," he added quickly when he saw her face. "Also, I'm not friends with Kol," Enzo said, smirking and winking at her. "And I can assure you that he will not be an asshole to you. Well, scratch that. He is an asshole 24/7, but I can assure you he won't be an asshole because of your parents."

Caroline made herself relax a little bit, trying to lose a bit of the defensive stance she was in. Enzo seemed to be a good person, she just hoped he was there because he was trying to be nice, not because he was curious about the muggle-born Slytherin.

"Well, that's good to hear, I guess" she said, offering him a small smile.

She heard a snort from across the table, and turned to see Rebekah's other brother sitting there. "That's because you don't know my brother and how impertinent and annoying he can be, love."

"Klaus," Enzo greeted. "I didn't see you there."

"Klaus?" Caroline asked before she could stop herself, a frown on her face. Both boys turned to look at her amusedly, making her blush. "I just… I thought Rebekah had called you Nik?" she tried to justify herself, fighting down the urge to groan as she realized that only meant she had been paying attention.

"Niklaus," he explained, offering her his hand to shake. "But I prefer Klaus, if you don't mind."

In the many, many novels Caroline had read, there seemed to always be this moment where the protagonist's and their love interest's skin would touch and something like electricity would run through them, startling their hearts and making their breaths hitch. She had never quite believed in those moments, chalking it up to poetic license. Up until now, that is. Up until her hand touched his and she found herself with widened eyes, searching his gaze to see if he had felt that, too. A smirk on his face was the only answer she could find. She didn't quite know what it meant.

"Nice to meet you," she said politely, suddenly too aware that Enzo was sitting right beside her, watching her like a hawk and seemingly reading her way too well, if the clear amusement all over his face was anything to go by.

"Lorenzo," Klaus said, turning his attention the boy, glaring at him. "I believe you shouldn't be sitting here, now, should you?"

Enzo sighed, raising his hands. "I'm leaving. I just wanted to meet Caroline here," he said, already standing up, then looked at her, "I'll catch up with you later, gorgeous."

She wanted to ask him to stay, not sure what to do now that she was alone with Klaus and his gaze was back on her. She averted her eyes, focusing on finishing her breakfast and choosing to let him speak if he wanted to.

"May I ask you a question, Caroline?" he asked. She shivered at the way he pronounced her name, how the letters rolled off his tongue so carefully.

"Sure."

He hesitated, probably waiting for her to look up at him, but she didn't, still very much focused on her cereal. "Why did you do that last night?"

"Did what?" she asked, frowning.

"Tell everyone you are muggle-born. It would have been much simpler to just lie, wouldn't it? Your life would be infinitely easier."

Caroline's eyes did meet his this time. "I didn't want to lie."

His smirk was less teasing and more infuriating this time. "A Slytherin that doesn't lie? Perhaps the Sorting Hat has put you in the wrong house, after all."

She couldn't help but feel a little disappointed. Perhaps he wasn't so different from his sister, after all. Perhaps he thought she didn't belong there either. It somehow just made her more determined to prove to everyone that she did.

"And lying to please others would be a Slytherin attitude in your opinion?"

He shrugged, "If it would benefit you."

"It would not benefit me to lie about this. I am not ashamed of who I am, I won't lie about who I am. No one should have to."

She half-expected him to laugh at her sentimentalism, but instead he began to look at her the same way he had last night, with that same curiosity. Like he wanted so desperately to understand her, but he just couldn't.

"I see," it was all he said. She wasn't sure that he did.

They fell into an uncomfortable silence, Caroline returning her attention to her breakfast even if she could still feel his eyes on her.

She could not understand him. She could not understand the Mikaelsons at all, actually. Kol had been annoying, though not necessarily rude, but he didn't do anything to defend her either. Rebekah had been offensive and mean, but the moment Caroline had pointed out she was being a bigot, she had seemed to falter in her attitude, as if she hadn't meant to be like that, but that was just the way things were. And Klaus… She thought he had tried to stand up for her last night, or at the very least tried to calm his sister and make her stop… And now there he was, asking her why she had told everyone the truth and seeming so dedicated in understanding her.

And there was the matter of their brother. Caroline hadn't had the chance to even process that information before Enzo came to talk to her… She tried to think about it. If her mother had been murdered by a wizard only because she wasn't one, would Caroline have grown to hate all wizards? She liked to think that she wouldn't.

Without noticing, her eyes settled on the newspaper, and she suddenly felt the itch to finish reading the article, as if that could help her understand those people a little better. Klaus's gaze followed hers.

"Do you mind?" he asked, gesturing to the newspaper, and Caroline shook her head, watching him carefully as he began to read.

He gritted his teeth, his hands flexing as if they wanted nothing more than to crumble the paper in his hand or tear it into a thousand pieces. He was fuming. She didn't know if she should say or do something. She didn't really know him and that clearly had to do with his family, so she didn't want to intrude. She stayed silent.

When his eyes met hers again, they were cold. "You must excuse me, sweetheart. I'm afraid I'll be late for class."

He walked away, leaving her alone with her ever-growing confusion.

Caroline couldn't sleep.

It was one of those days where grief was eating her up from the inside. She could not stop thinking about her mother. She could not stop thinking about her new life at Hogwarts. She could not stop thinking.

Her brain wouldn't shut up.

She had been here for nearly three weeks already, and things didn't seem to be getting any better.

Most of her peers from Slytherin ignored her. Even Rebekah and Katherine. They pretended like she wasn't there at all, like she was invisible. They would exchange words with her only if it was absolutely necessary. In the beginning, Caroline had been thankful that she wouldn't have to fight and hear disrespectful things every second of every day, but this loneliness was somehow even worse.

Kol and Enzo were the only ones who would speak to her without a care. They were batshit crazy and her eye rolling had skyrocketed ever since she'd met them, but she couldn't say she didn't enjoy the moments she spent with them. At the very least, they kept her entertained whenever they were together and managed to make her smile and forget her worries.

Still, she didn't want to intrude on their time. She didn't want them to feel like they had to be with her because she was oh-so-sad-and-lonely. So she would distance herself every now and then, even if she longed for those moments of almost normalcy.

And then… Well, and then there was Klaus. And Caroline didn't know what to make of him.

He was never rude to her, never said the wrong thing per se. But he wasn't exactly a friendly face in a crowd either.

He was charming. He would always talk to her when they sat close to each other at the table in the Great Hall or in the Common Room, or he would always at least smile at her if they walked passed each other in the halls. But there was something about him she didn't understand. He still looked at her in that same way. Curious, confused. When they talked, he would always ask her questions that left her mind hurting. Questions about her decision to tell everyone who she was, questions about who she was, where she came from, what she wanted.

Klaus was obviously really making an effort to know her, to understand her… And she couldn't figure out why.

Was she just interesting to him because of her muggle born status? Was it because she had the courage to tell everyone who she was even if she knew of the consequences? Was it because he liked her?

Caroline truly couldn't tell.

And amidst all of that, every day more and more news came about his father and his views on muggle borns and their dangers. About the murder of Henrik and what should be done about it.

His views appalled her. His ideas made her feel sick. It was clear that he was an extremist and that, if he could, he would exterminate all muggle borns. Perhaps all muggles.

She tried to imagine how being raised by a man like that would influence her view of the world. It didn't excuse the Mikaelson's — especially Rebekah's — behaviour, but she didn't just blame them anymore. Perhaps she could even grow to feel some sympathy for them if they showed they wanted to change.

Kol had, anyway. And Klaus… The jury was still out, she supposed.

Or at least that was how she felt until her insomnia made her leave bed far too early on that Saturday morning.

The sun was already beginning to appear, the first rays of light already making its way through the curtains and just barely illuminating the room with an orange light. Only just enough so that Caroline could find her clothes.

It's technically not night anymore, she reasoned with herself as she stepped out of the Common Room.

Her steps echoed loudly through emptiness of the dungeons, but it felt oddly empowering not having to fight the urge to lower her head to avoid the curious eyes.

She walked around aimlessly, just exploring the castle. Hogwarts: A History told her that there were many secrets to be uncovered in that place, and she was feeling adventurous this morning. She would open every door she came across, peeking inside to see if she would find anything interesting. Most of them were just empty classrooms, some of them were broom closets, some of them indeed have weird things inside of them — like a room full of toilet seats when she was just in need of going to the bathroom, or an empty room with a single wardrobe in the middle of it. But all of them, without exception, were unlocked.

Except for one of the doors she tried.

A door she was pretty sure she had never seen before even though she walked through that particular corridor almost every day.

It was made of a dark blue stone, and there were silver engravings of every phase of the moon in it, stars shining all over it. It was beautiful. Caroline would've most definitely noticed it before if she had seen it. Which meant she hadn't. Which meant there was a secret to be uncovered there.

She took a deep breath, trying to remember if there was any room that was forbidden to the students on the east side of the fourth floor, but she didn't remember anyone mentioning it. So she shrugged, taking her wand from her inside pocket.

"Alohomora!"

Caroline tried turning the doorknob again. The door opened up.

She pushed it hesitatingly, trying to keep herself ready in case there was something in there that tried to attack. She had heard all sorts of stories about what happened in Hogwarts, after all.

But there was no threat, no incredible adventure, no amazing discovery about Hogwarts.

There was only a boy sitting against a wall. Not just a boy… Klaus.

He was staring at her in complete shock, his eyes opened wide and lips parted. She would've almost said he looked cute if it weren't for the cuts and bruises she could see in his arms, in his uncovered torso.

Right, he's only wearing his pants, Caroline thought, unable to keep a faint blush from staining her cheeks even as her eyes scanned his injuries.

She frowned. What could've happened to leave him like this? Surely no one would've hurt him, his family was too important, and she knew Klaus had enough of a reputation that no one would dare mess with him.

So how could that boy that always looked so full of himself, so damn important, now seemed almost fragile?

Caroline gasped as the answer came to her.

The moon engravings on the door… She tried to think about her Astronomy classes… It was a full moon right now, was it not?

And in that moment she understood. She understood the way he looked at her, why he was always asking her those questions. He didn't want to know what it was like to be different. He knew it all too well. No, he wanted to know what it was like for everyone to know that you were different. What it felt like when everyone whispered about you in front of you and behind your back.

Because Klaus Mikaelson was a werewolf.

And if everyone knew… If everyone knew then he would be treated just like she was being treated. Worse, perhaps.

He was still looking at her and she was still looking at him. None of them knew what to say.

Caroline knew she had two options: she could close the door now, walk away and pretend that nothing had happened. Or she could walk inside and deal with this. And force him to deal with this.

She found the answer to what she should do in his eyes, in the loneliness she found in them. It matched her own.

She took a step forward, closed the door behind her, then took another and another, getting closer and closer to him. He kept staring at her, his eyes hard, as if he were ready for her to attack him and he was ready to defend himself.

But Caroline just sat beside him, her right arm touching his left arm. She saw him turn his head to look at her by the corner of her eyes, but she kept looking straight ahead.

Blindly, she scoured the floor, searching for his hand, grabbing it.

She heard his breath hitch. If she had looked, she would've seen how his shoulders had tensed, how absolutely lost he was feeling. But she only felt how he intertwined their fingers, squeezing her hand once.

She squeezed it back.

None of them said a word, they didn't have to.

So, what did you think? Let me know your thoughts! Did you enjoy the beginning of this Klaroline dynamic? What did you think of the plot in general? I can't wait to know!

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