𝐭𝐨 𝐡𝐨𝐥𝐝 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐜𝐥𝐨𝐬𝐞 | 𝐡. 𝐩𝐨𝐭𝐭𝐞𝐫

𝟒𝟓 - 𝐜𝐫𝐚𝐜𝐤 𝐢𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐦𝐢𝐫𝐫𝐨𝐫

"𝙔𝙤𝙪'𝙧𝙚 𝙣𝙤𝙩 𝙩𝙧𝙮𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙝𝙖𝙧𝙙 𝙚𝙣𝙤𝙪𝙜𝙝." Snape seethed, standing over a sweating slightly trembling Ophelia who was glaring up at him from her seat, it was the fourth day of doing this, and she was beginning to lose patience. "Concentrate! Again!"

He pointed his wand at her
"Legilimens!"

Her head was thrown backwards as she clung to the sides of her seat, as her brain attempted to fight off Snape's advances.

Then he gave one kick on the door of her brain, and she caved.

"I can't believe that I lost Trevor! My Nan is going to kill me!" Fretted Neville, running his sweaty hands all down his front.

"We'll find him, don't worry, he can't have gotten far." Reassured Ophelia, lifting up the couch cushions to their compartment.
"He must've got out of the compartment, we best start asking around."

Ophelia slid open their door and allied Neville to climb out again, she was nervous enough because she couldn't find her cousins through the compartment so she had to settle for a new person, Neville Longbottom, who not long after the train had left the station announced to her that he's lost his toad. Another girl, Hermione Granger who had also settled down in the compartment, also offered to help.

"I'll go this way, do you want to come with me?" Asked Hermione to Ophelia, their brown eyes meeting as she nodded. "Better two pairs of hands than one, Neville says he'll try the opposite side... so come on!"

Ophelia and Hermione took turns going door to door, asking if they had seen a toad, most said no, a couple of rude Slytherins had said "Your mum." but Ophelia ignored them, until they came to a compartment in the middle of the train.

Hermione slid open a compartment door as Ophelia was thanking the last compartment for their help.

"Oh? You're doing magic? Let's see then." Announced Hermione as Ophelia stepped closer to her side, looking into the compartment she saw one ginger haired boy with freckles over every piece of skin visible, sat next to an almost scrawny looking boy with black hair and glasses.

The black haired boy looked up at her as she stepped into view, their eyes met and she smiled kindly at him before looking at the boy beside him, though the boy with the green eyes didn't take his eyes off of her.

"Sunshine daisies, butter mellow, turn this stupid fat rat yellow!" Said the ginger boy, tapping his, as previously mentioned, fat rat with his wand.

Nothing happened, the rat did not turn yellow.

Hermione scoffed.
"Are you sure that's a real spell? Well it's not very good is it? Of course, I've only tried a few simple ones myself, but they've all worked for me."  She told them, before stepping into the compartment to sit down across from the dark haired boy, as Ophelia rather sheepishly joined her.

"For example," she said, pointing her wand at the dark haired boys face, as the rest of them opened their eyes wide.
"Oculus Reparo." She said, and the boys glasses were fixed in an instant, he took them off to take a look before looking over at Hermione and Ophelia.

"That's better isn't it?" She said, putting her wand away as Ophelia fiddled with her sleeves.

Hermione gasped, "Holy cricket! You're Harry Potter!" She said, as Ophelia's eyes widened at the realisation.

"I'm Hermione Granger," said Hermione, before turning to the ginger haired boy, "And you are?"

The boy turned to her, mouth filled with chocolate muffin, "Um, Ron Weasley."