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

chapter thirteen

       𝖂hite light flowed from the tip of her wand, illuminating the corners of her four posters. Red curtains were drawn tight, encasing her and the light from the sleeping girls in the Gryffindor dormitories. Her legs crossed in front of her, the green silk of her sleep shorts bunched around her inner thighs as she fiddled with the loose string of a black jumper she wore to sleep. Honey blonde hair sat in two braids against her back as she stared at two compacts on her bed. One sparkling a deep violet purple, the other a light sky blue.

         After her lunch ( more like dessert if she were to be quite frank ) with Theo, she parted ways from him as he made his way back up to the castle. Her feet carried her to Hogsmeade around small shops decorated in snowflakes of Saint-Noel for yule break. It wasn't long before she found two tiny compacts, a perfect holder for what she had planned for Cordelia.

         Her bottom lip slipped between her teeth, fluffy blonde eyebrows drawn together before she reached forward and opened them both. Exposing a small round mirror, the pale of her face reflecting back at her. Pressing her hand to the pendent that rested against her chest, images of her break floated around her head. Shivering, she banished all thoughts of a man with pale skin and scorching red eyes. Winnie didn't need to deal with that; she couldn't allow herself.

       The blonde let her hand drop from the pendant. Instead, she picked up the sky-blue compact. She knew she and Cordelia couldn't talk as freely when home unless they used owls, but Winnie had a sneaking feeling that her parents read the letters she received whenever she was home. So here laid her solution in the form of compacts.

      She had questioned Hermione as the two got ready for bed about the coins she used for DA; the brunette had then gone off on a long rant about the properties of the spell and how it could be used. Winnie had sat the whole time smoothing down the orange fur of Crookshanks; by the end, Winnie knew precisely how to bewitch the mirrors for them to converse.

        Now, the female twirled her wand in her hands, watching as the white light illuminated her face in the darkness. "Nox," she mumbled, knowing she couldn't continue using her morning simultaneously. Darkness engulfed her, trapping her in as she repeated the spell Hermione had told her about. Switching the compact, she repeated the attack, chewing on the bottom of her lip.

          "Lumos," she whispered again, her eyes spotting the two mirrors on the bed before her. Now, to test it out. Winnie hadn't thought it through; her shoulders slumped as she frowned. Nobody was awake, and she wasn't one to exactly go wake someone up. She pulled open the red curtains around her bed, peeking out into the moonlight-lit room, only to find Hermione sitting up across her. Her hand worked furiously across a piece of parchment, hair frizzing around her like a lion's mane.

         "What are you doing?" She whispered, watching as the female jumped in surprise. If it wasn't for the fact that it was almost midnight and other girls were sleeping, Winnie might've laughed at the girl's shock. Instead, she simply pressed her lips into a small smile and raised an eyebrow.

         "I'm working on an essay for Defence, considering Umbridge wants us to do nothing but read and write, honestly!" The girl huffed in annoyance, rolling her brown eyes. "I don't ever speak poorly of teachers, but Merlin, she's just awful." Winnie snorted slightly at this, silently agreeing with the brunette's words. "What are you doing up?" Hermione questioned then, gazing at the blonde, whose eyes widened. Winnie quickly moved and picked up the compacts from her bed, her feet falling to the wooden floor as she slowly patted her way over to Hermione's bed.