❝ a darkness that holds me,
and loves when I bleed,
it locks all the doors and then hides all the keys,
wish someone had told me what I couldn't see,
a glimmer of hope that was staring at me ❞
fred weasley x fem!oc
golden trio era
[poa...
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REBECCA WAS ON HER merryway to turn in an extra essay she had done for Potions – which wasn't her choice, but seeing as Snape took pride in being a git and inconveniencing his students – when she had stumbled upon a gaggle of fifth years all waiting for their next class. Professor McGonagall had let her out a few minutes prior to the bell to turn in her essay, thankfully, knowing Snape had set a time between periods while he knew well that both her classes were on completely opposite sides of the castle. The fifth year Slytherins were all posted up outside the Potions classroom, leaning cooly on the walls. Draco Malfoy was waving around an official-looking piece of parchment, extremely smug as he boasted loudly about it to his little posse, and obviously indirectly to the incoming Gryffindors.
"Yeah, Umbridge gave the Slytherin Quidditch team permission to continue playing straightaway," He grinned smugly, grasping the parchment and wistfully waving it around some more, "I went to go ask her first thing this morning," He added with a nonchalant shrug, "It was pretty much automatic."
Rebecca bit her tongue as she passed the hoard of students, sparing the blond an eye roll before entering the silent classroom without so much as a knock or warning and letting the door shut behind her. Snape peered up from his desk, already scowling as usual at the sight of her.
"Afternoon, Professor," She said simply, offering up her double-paged work on the components, deception, uses, and active ingredients of Wolfsbane, her chosen topic, "here is that essay you requested."
Snaps didn't say a word at first – as he was most likely hoping that he'd have an excuse to call her a lousy student to her face in not getting her work in on time – before he was practically snatching the parchment from her grasp and not sparing a glance at it as he set it onto one of many piles already on his desk. Without so much as a goodbye, Rebecca turned on her heel, promptly exiting the classroom and shutting the door right behind herself once more. She had stepped out just in time to see Neville barrel right passed Harry, mindlessly knocking their shoulders and lunging straight at Draco.
"Neville, no!" She yelped out quickly, inserting herself into his eye-line and blocking him from Malfoy.
Harry was quick to leap forward too, grasping at the back of Neville's robes. The slightly taller, lanky boy struggled against the firm grip, frantically waving his balled fists at the blond who had been rendered shocked and silent from behind the Ravenclaw's indirect protection. With a quick yelp to Ron to help, both he and Harry had finally managed Neville backwards, and far away from the Slytherins. Rebecca swirled around on her feet when he was a decent distance away, her eyes narrowed at the few students up front and in green, gripping her wand tightly in her hand.
