━━ 𝐰𝐢𝐧𝐞 𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐫 𝐭𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐬;
The wizarding world is facing their darkest period of the war, led by the formidable Lord Voldemort. Despite his efforts to plunge the Order of the Phoenix into eternal night, Octavia Cunning's prophecy offers stars...
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❛ i'll be your quiet, afternoon crush ❜
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October 10th, 1996
The unfortunate event from Hogsmeade has been pushed out of Octavia's mind to the best of her ability. Her memory was sent away in an owl to her father; she hopes it remains forgotten until his reply.
Hermione, Parvati, nor Lavender made efforts to bring it up after the first few mentions. It had shaken her up, though she has no desire to understand what the woman was getting on about.
Classes at Hogwarts are beginning to appeal to Octavia, as the contents were better applicable towards careers life. She's immersed in her Potions lecture, barely paying attention to the irrelevant environment.
Draco Malfoy included.
"Move, you nincompoop." he grumbles suddenly, having approached her table.
Octavia raises a brow at his unique insult, looking up from her notes, "What in Merlin's beard did you call me?"
"I said move, fathead."
"To where?"
"Up my ass. I'm trying to get around you, move."
Octavia inches as closely as possible to her desk to give Malfoy the space to get around her. She shares a look with Parvati, snorting at the interaction. She glances back to see him filing out of the classroom discreetly without Slughorn's notice. It isn't unusual for him to be be skiving class off lately.
"What's his problem?" Parvati whispers, "Had to make a scene."
Octavia furrows her brows, "He's been sort of off this year, though there's nothing particularly unusual about his insults. I genuinely forget he's a student here until he shows up every blue moon."
"Could be something to do with his dad in Azkaban maybe?"
"He called me a fathead. I have no sorrow."
The two tune back into the lecture as Slughorn motions to a pot with bright pink potion.
"Amortentia. As we've reviewed several weeks ago, it's one of the most powerful and dangerous love potions. For these next few lessons, we'll be focusing on the properties that makes it so influential on a witch or wizard's brain by conducting experiments."
The classroom buzzes with his words. With a love potion, there's only one way you can experiment with it.
"I'll be splitting you all in half." Professor Slughorn beams at his pupils' attention, "One group will brew their own potion while the other will be your victims. The potion brewers will be the ones to conduct an analysis precisely on a 10 inch scroll. Victims will provide their personal insight upon their experience under the spell at the same length."
