Rumours and Goodbyes

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Ah Hogwarts... the most effective rumour mills to date, or news. Both of them were the same basically, but it made no difference within the castle walls. Whatever people saw or heard would be under everyone's attention by the end of the day. 

Gerralt had told him that the record was 30 minutes, happened during his first lunch in Hogwarts. From what he heard, a rather reserved seventh year boy was caught shagging with another fellow seventh-year guy he utterly despised. Nobody would let them off the hook for the remainder of their time in Hogwarts. Who were they kidding? Enemies to lovers was one of the most enticing tropes to read.... or in that case, watch. Oh how Rey wished he was there to witness it firsthand how the two's relationship bloomed. But anyway, let's just return to the latest news that broke out this morning.

By breakfast, after that whole Sirius ordeal, the castle was taken by storm. People were gobsmacked by the revelation that was written on the front page of Daily Prophet. There, printed in big-bold letters, the title said, "PETER PETTIGREW IS ALIVE! THE TRUE TRAITOR TO THE POTTERS!" 

The smiling portrait of Sirius Black was printed at that front page, along with the minister of magic, Cornelius Fudge. The minister was holding a paper, showing the warrant for Pettigrew. Apparently the rat managed to escape from the hands of the Aurors when he was going to be shipped off to Azkaban. How incompetent the could be, really? In the midst of all that, of course Fudge didn't forget to make a big fat speech of how with his wisdom, the ministry have granted Sirius a fair trial. It was all just a cover up for how Pettigrew managed to slip through the aurors' fingers. But at least, Sirius would be free within a few days, that was kinda the upside of this whole ordeal. 

From the what he heard last night, Sirius was Harry's Godfather. Rey couldn't help but feel ecstatic for his friend. Finally Harry didn't have to stay with the horrible family that always treated him horribly. Emotional abuse was not cool.

While eating their breakfast, people couldn't help but to speculate how the truth was revealed. Rey have heard snippets of wild theories, but the most insane was a theory about how Sirius got Fudge under control by the help of love potions. Rey decided that whoever made that theory up, needed to touch some grass. Or maybe, they should just roll themself down a slope of grass and eat some of the grass afterwards. They were really in dire need of grasping the reality around them.

Everyone seemed to be at the borderline of contentment, except for Snape. The man was looking murderous at the head table, stabbing his plate repeatedly after reading the morning edition. After a few minutes of ignoring the professor, Rey finally glanced at him. He could see a viscious plan was being made behind those obsidian eyes. The man smiled like a maniac for a minute before dashed out of the Great Hall, leaving behind a confused group of Slytherins.

Now, now. If the news about Sirius Black managed to Hogwarts by storm, one particular rumour was only one step shy from destroying it. Rey was enjoying his breakfast next to Cedric -as the students were too avid discusing Sirius Black- when he heard it. It didn't take much for the Gryffindors to be in a state of uproar.

"Did somone just have a shag in your room?" Cedric stared at him, horrified.

"I don't know, Ced. We were busy yesterday, remember?" Rey replied nonchalantly while taking a large bradwurst. 

"Well, well. Did someone already did that?" Malcolm wiggled his thin eyebrows before turning to Anthony.

"I guess so, Malc. Look at them, all worn out and dreamy." Anthony grinned from ear to ear, almost causing Rey to choke on the bradwurst he was eating. Almost.

"We did not do anything mate! Rey just read a book to me." Cedric defended his absence last night before turning towards him.

"Wasn't that true little o-" Cedric's word was cut off by the sight of him. Rey was munching on the large bradwurst inside his mouth. 

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