luck
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noun
success or failure apparently brought by chance rather than through one's own actions.
magic
/ˈmadʒɪk/
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the power of apparently influencing events by using mysterious or supernatural forces.
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The snow falls heavily now. Neville, Jeremy, and Rosalie walk together. All of them content, in front of the trio was Katie and Leanne. The two had seemed to be arguing. Rosalie's eyes narrow as she sees Katie holding a slender package.
"Rosie!" A whiny voice cries from behind them. They almost turn to the Weasel. But their heads shoot back to Katie, who rises six feet into the air. Hair dancing violently in the wind, her face remains eerily placid. Then she... screams. Rosalie slams her hands over her ears as Jeremy rushes forwards, Neville holding his god-sister tightly.
Jeremy grabs Katie's ankle and at his touch Katie falls to the snow, thrashing and shrieking, eyes rolled up in her skull.
"I warned her! I warned her not to touch it!" Leanna cries watching her friend suffer.
Rosalie shakes her head and finally runs forward. Neville sees the package lying in the snow, torn open.
"Jeremy, she's swallowing her tongue..." Rosalie says at the two hold the thrashing girl.
"I'll get someone..." Neville says but Rosalie stops him.
"There's no time." She says and as her fingers are about to touch the girls forehead a massive figure lurches out of the white. Hagrid stares down on them.
"Get back! All o' yeh!" Hagrid orders. He says it so forcefully the others apart from Jeremy and Rosalie instantly obey. Effortlessly, he scoops up Katie's thrashing body then, as if calming a terrified animal, presses his face close to hers and whispers with great tenderness.
"Now, now. Now, now."
Over and over he repeats this, soothingly, the words like a mantra, until Katie's lids flutter and her body goes limp.
"Don' go touchin' tha' but by the wrapping's. Understan'" Hagrid says as he nods darkly to the package. Rosalie sneers, before stomping over to the package and grabbing the metal with her bare hands. Everyone gasps, apart from Jeremy, as the girl holds the ornate opal necklace. Jeremy steps over and observes his mistress, as he watches her eyes turn not gold but black as night.
Her hands clinching as the curse tries to overpower her mind. But it shudders in her hand, cracks run through the opals, the metal turning a glittering obsidian. "Such hatred inside a simple jewel." She taunts before walking forward with Jeremy beside her.
Hagrid lumbers off, Katie cradled in his arms.
As they step inside McGonagall sees the state of one of her cubs, and Rosalie holding a dark items, her eyes still a dark void. Her protector right behind her watching her. "Come with me now." She orders. "Hagrid take Katie to the infirmary now."
Hagrid nods before going in the direction of the infirmary. The rest along with the Weasel, sadly, follow the stoic professor. Inside her office, McGonagall watches as Rosalie places the necklace down, it lies green and glittering upon the desk, but now a darkness surrounds it. And the questioning begins.
