Pathos | A Pansy Parkinson Fanfiction

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Maeve had never felt more adrenaline pumping through her veins before.

Everything was in chaos, but it was sort of beautiful, in a way. All of Hogwarts was finally coming together. Fighting for their home. That feeling, as terrifying, as out of the blue, as mind-blowing as it was, made her smile.

"Maeve?"

...

"Maeve?"

...

"Maeve Kingston!" a shrill voice sounded and Maeve broke out of her trance, taken aback as she saw a livid Pomona Sprout standing in front of her.

"Professor Sprout!" Maeve blinked, standing up straight, "Hi."

"Let's leave the pleasantries for later, Maeve. I'm putting you in charge of taking the first years away from the battle. I'm putting Zachary in charge of the second years. Leave them house by house, take them to Aberforth's through the portrait. Make sure they're safe.

Maeve gulped, nodding. "Yes, professor. I'll move them at once."

"Thank you. As quickly as possible please, we need all the help we can get."

"Of course professor. Thank you for trusting me with this." Maeve nodded, hurrying out of the Great Hall.

"Maeve!" she heard a voice call out through all the anarchy, and turned around to find Cedell waving wildly in her direction as he approached her. "Where are you going?" he shouted over the crowd as she begand continuing towards the Gryffindor Tower.

"Professor Sprout told me to escort all the first years out of the castle. What are you going to do?"

"Well, Seamus and Dean asked me to help them blow the bridge up-"

"They what?" Maeve almost screeched.

"On McGonagall's orders, Christ." Cedell chuckled as they fell into an uncomfortable silence, neither knowing what to say to the other.

"Hey, Ced?" Maeve asked and the boy looked up expectantly.

"Yeah?"

"What's a psychiatrist?"

"Huh?" the Ravenclaw asked, his eyes widening.

"Tia's a psychiatrist and I have no what that is. I don't want to die without knowing what my dad's wife does for a living."

Cedell laughed - no, guffawed would be a better word. "Only you could think of such a thing in the middle of a fucking war, May. Don't worry. We're booth getting though this alive. Remember what you're fighting for. Hogwarts, Cedric, your mom... fight for them Maeve." he said, pulling her into a hug.

"Okay." she nodded, wrapping her arms around him tightly. "I'll meet you at the Great Hall once I'm done escorting the first years."

Cedell forwned as they broke away. "You better."

The brunette smiled at the boy in adoration. He had come such a long way - from being a snobbish, grumpy Ilvermorny student, he'd matured into someone very much like Cedric. It made her feel proud. She nodded, kissng his head. "I love you, Ced."

"Oh save that for later." the boy rolled his eyes but grinned anyway. "Well, see you on the other side."

Maeve nodded, a little confused.

"Seriously?" Cedell laughed. "The Apollo 8 mission. Merlin, we've got to get you up to date with muggle affairs." he rolled his eyes, shaking his head, giving her a small wave before running out of the castle, and Maeve continued running to the Gryffindor Tower.