Wolves Without Teeth ── theodore nott ¹ ( UNDER EDITING )

chapter nine

              𝕳er hair frizzed like static at the top of her head, loose from the plaits she had fastened in her light locks that morning. She had spent an hour at the braids only for them to be ruined from the heat of a cauldron. It certainly didn't help her case that Zacharias Smith had blown up his cauldron. ( She didn't know who told Snape about the drama circling her and the git, but she sure as Godric's bloody arse didn't find it funny when Snape placed Zacharias next to her. It certainly didn't help that Snape had looked at her wide-gaped mouth with a hint of a smirk as if he knew the drama. )

          The female almost landed her another detention — she was now positively used to the pain of Umbitch's quill, and she was near as positive that it wasn't a good thing — when Zacharias' bumped into her arm and caused her to drop one too many aconites into her Babbling Beverage. Luckily, Lavender had managed to drag her away at the last minute.

           That didn't stop her from glaring at the blond git as she sat and ate her bacon sandwich rather angrily.

          "Stop it! He's gonna think you're gonna kill him," Lavender hissed as she slapped Winnie against her school robes, the female snorting as she shoved the last piece of her sandwich in her mouth.

         "Thwt's he patient," Winnie spoke, her words muffled by the food she was chewing as she picked up her glass of water. Parvati wrinkled her nose in disgust at Winnie's lack of manners. The girl had ways quite well. She just didn't care. Winnie took a gulp of her water, swallowing the contents in her mouth before speaking again, "That's the point."

         "I'd rather not take a trip to the Ministry to defend you," Lavender drawled as she shoved her empty plate away.

         "If you think that'll stop me, you're wrong," she grinned, tugging the bobble off the end of her braid before spreading the braided pieces. Her fingers caught on a tangled knot in her hair as she grumbled, winching in pain as she tugged too hard.

          "For someone raised in a strict wizard's home, you do so many things that could be easily solved with magic," Parvati observed as she rested her chin on her hand, Winnie pausing her movements as she looked at the girl.

        "Yeah, well, I'd rather not depend on magic, thanks," she frowned, taking out her wand and muttering a detangling spell. Letting her hair fall free against her shoulders, still frizzy from the two hours in the dungeons.

          "What do we have next?" Lavender questioned as she read over her DADA essay due the next day, Winnie making a mental note to check hers in the library.

        "Herbology," Winnie replied as she pulled her hair into a high ponytail on the top of her head, ignoring the strands she missed that lay framing her head.

        "Oh, Merlin," Parvati grumbled from beside the blonde, her eyes rolling toward the back of her head. "I hate that class! We're supposed to be starting on a new plant with partners," the female pouted as Winnie grinned. She didn't mind Herbology much. She found the class relatively easy and straightforward.

           Winnie opened her mouth to speak just as a vast Tawny owl swooped down before her, the girl pausing as she stared at her family owl. The female's lips pulled into a line, feeling her heart shudder in her chest at the unknowing of what her parents could require her to do now. A letter was tied to her leg as she hooted, dipping her peak into Winnie's glass of water. Flipping it over just as she saw the words 'Millicent' written in straight black ink. She paused, her fingers touching the folded envelope as the owl swooped down and clicked her beak over her finger.