MAUVE VIOTTO is in her sixth year at Hogwarts' School of Witchcraft and Wizardry as a widely-loved Ravenclaw. She is a protector of those she cares about, and treats most people with relative kindness despite her sassy attitude. She's a free-spirit...
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"Why did you do that? Are you dating him? Hey, I'm talking to you! You know they're all death eaters, right?"
I stop walking, feeling Cho walk right into my back. I close my eyes, mentally counting to ten to avoid blowing up right in front of her. "I'm not talking about this with you," I spin around, huffing as I walk in the opposite direction.
"What are you doing?" She calls out. "We have class!"
"I don't care!" I respond, making a beeline to the astronomy tower. I sigh, sitting right at the sill as I watch the sun in the sky. I can hear the faint sound of first-years learning how to fly, with Madam Hooch yelling instructions. I smile softly, remembering my first lesson.
It was how I met Alyssa— she had the most trouble with lifting the broom with a command. Back then, she lacked confidence. She was unsure on her skills, and heavily doubted her ability to preform magic. I remember I walked over, despite already having my broom in hand.
"You need to have more confidence!" I smiled at her. She was shaking, clearly nervous about being surrounded by people— people that she believed were ten times more powerful than her.
With a little help, she was able to make the broom fly into her hand. And since then, Alyssa had grown immensely. She's confident, not in an overbearing way, but in a powerful way. She's learnt not to take anyone's shit like she used to in public school.
I couldn't be more proud of the person she had become today.
"Shouldn't you be in class?"
I turn to find the source of the voice, my mouth turning upwards at the Chosen One himself. "That's gold from you, Harry Potter." I laugh light-heartedly, knowing he must have missed countless of classes while doing what he's done in the past.
He laughs along with me, "That's fair. How about I reword that; Why aren't you in class? We both have Herbology right now."
I give him a meaningless shrug. "Didn't really want to go, if I'm being honest." I softly laugh.
He raises an eyebrow, "does it have anything to do with the fact that you sat with Malfoy at the Slytherin table?"
I scoff, "What, does the whole school know?"
Harry shrugs, tossing his bag onto the floor. It lands with a soft thud. "No— I'm just observant, I suppose."
I hum in response, "not anything with Malfoy himself, but more that I sat there."
He nods, "your house isn't taking it well?"
"Cho isn't taking it well," I correct him with a half-hearted smile. "She keeps pestering me about why I sat with them, am I dating them. It was pissing me off honestly."
