By the end of the week, Luette realised her incessant worrying about the Slytherin commotion was, in fact, quite unnecessary.
As for Lily's predicament, that was another matter entirely. But she would undoubtedly deal with that slimy scumbag on a later note.
But for now, what she was most thankful for was the unwavering support of the entire Hufflepuff house - they had not only congratulated her for saying aloud what everyone was thinking, but also glared at the unusual number of Slytherins lurking near her till they were scared off.
"Truly hell hath no fury like a Hufflepuff scorned," She whistled as a nearby fourth-year Hufflepuff boy held his wand out threateningly at a couple of harrassed-looking Slytherin girls as they scurried past Luette and Pandora. "Poor girls."
The short brunette beside her shrugged. "It's only karma. Buuuuuut, the real question is, how fantastic do I look right now from one to ten?" She winked, wiggling the Christmas tree hat perched atop her head.
Luette raised an eyebrow in amusement. "A million. Bonus points for the fact that it's not even Christmas yet."
"Let's not talk about that, yeah?"
"Sure, sure, 'Dora, whatever you say."
Strolling through the corridors, they were blissfully oblivious to the many dubious looks they were getting from both students and paintings.
Luette abruptly came to a halt at the end of the corridor and sniffed the air in suspicion.
"Smells weird."
"Huhh?" Pandora looked alarmed, her pale blue eyes wide with confusion. Luette contemplated for a moment. Rotten eggs, perhaps?
Plop.
Plop.
Plop.
Numerous strange round objects dropped onto the floor in front of the girls. Luette did not even have time to react before-
KA-BOOM! KA-PUT! KA-POW!
The objects exploded with a sharp pop, one by one. A strange black gas seemed to be heading towards them at an alarming speed-
"Run."
Pandora had already disappeared behind the corridor when Luette whipped around, feeling betrayed. The overwhelmingly foul smell was literally suffocating her - it was the revolting mixture of watery diarrhea and silent farts, with rotten durian as the cherry on top. Yeah, that pretty much summed it up.
Fortunately, Luette still had enough sense to cover her nose and mouth with her clammy palms as the gas engulfed the entire corridor in a blink of an eye.
Her head was spinning from the lack of oxygen, but she resolutely persevered towards the nearest classroom a short distance away from her. Her mind was a blank - the fact that she was even conscious was fueled solely by her burning determination to escape.
As her vision became fuzzier and her movements more unsteady, she was suddenly aware that there were some people running towards her, shouting some indiscernible hogwash.
Her head throbbed and pounded against her ears. Just shut up, shut up, shut up, shut up...
Everything was growing fainter and fainter, then, all of a sudden... blissful emptiness.
A pair of arms caught her limp body right before it could hit the ground.
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FanfictionLuette honestly just wants some peace, now that she's finally gotten some fresh air from her hectic household. Quite unfortunately, it seems like Merlin has got other plans. The tired girl is only too grateful for the ever-loyal company of her best...
