Little Light of Mine // George Weasley // FF

Chapter 18: Thank you

George stood up, clearly just as flustered as I was. "Professor," He said. Next to the professor, a cat was staring at us. A cat we all recognized. The cat that I thought I heard.

Sprout approached me first. Her eyes were narrowed, and it was clear she was disappointed. "Miss Scamander, I had hoped you were just on a walk,"

"I-" I began. Sprout was aware that sometimes I would sneak out of the dorm; she never minded before because I had done so to get familiar with the rumors. What the good professor did not expect was for me to use that time to do something else. "How - did you find us,"

Sprout turned her focus to our fourth silent companion. The cat jumped off the boulder, and Mcgonagall stepped into view. "Cat's have a keen sense of smell, Miss Scamander," The professor's voice was dripping with annoyance. "Now, can you tell me why I am out of bed at this hour?"

"Well, we didn't call you," George said. "So how would we know?:"

"George!" I hissed. "You are getting yourself into more trouble!"

"And taking Maise with you," Sprout replied, earning a strange look from McGonagall.

"It wasn't her fault," George said, stepping next to me.

"Did you drag her out here?" Sprout said. "I don't think so,"

"Please don't fault the houses for this," I pleaded. "It was all my fault; I wanted time with George,"

"No, I coaxed her out here," George said.

"Christ, would you to hormonal children quiet," Mcgonnagall stepped into the clearing. "I am sure there is plenty of martyrs to spare,"

"Professor," George looked scared now. That was rare for him. "Forgive me... but what are you even doing out here,"

I saw the graceful woman freeze up in the same instance. She looked to Sprout, who was trying her best not to look at me. Finally, McGonagall nodded. "We got word that students were trying to sneak into the arena for the tournament," Mcgonnagall said simply. "Were you there tonight,"

"No," Both George and I said. "We... we have been in the wood the whole night,"

Mcgonnagal scowled at what we were implying. "Merlin, it is the middle of the night,"

"Typically, isn't that when this kind of thing goes on?"

It just slipped out. I swear It slipped out. There was no way I would have said this purposefully. Not to Mcgonogall. Never her.

"Ten Points from Hufflepuff, just for that comment," Sprout said. "And another for... sneaking out,"

I nodded and folded my arms. I could tell George had stopped fighting the urge to laugh. "I have said worse," George said.

"Fine- Romeo," Minerva rolled her eyes. "Twenty pointy points from Gryffindor for being an imbecile," She folded her arms. "Happy?"

"On Cloud Nine,"

"A letter will be sent home to both of your families. And detention," McGonagall said.

"Separate Detentions," Sprout added.

"Well," Minera looked back and forth with a sympathetic smile. "They can have detention together," Before Sprout could ask why a sly smile spread on the graceful professor. "We will need help clearing up the mess after the first match,"

My face fell. Dragonshit.

Literally.

"RIght," Sprout said. "Let's get you back to your beds," She turned to the path.