Phoebe Ellory, a talented pureblood witch, grapples with her burgeoning powers and the internal conflict between light and dark. As she navigates her studies, Phoebe's life takes a turn when she discovers her late mother's unfinished research on the...
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Phoebe
There was intentness in every stride I took. An untamed desire to prove everyone wrong. I didn't usually dwell on things like this, and I was usually much calmer about people calling me names and taunting me, but when someone crossed the line into having very little faith in my abilities and hoping for my downfall, it heavily struck a nerve. I wasn't going to let this down that easily. The greatest pleasure in life is doing what people say you can't do and proving them wrong.
The meeting was set to be in Dumbledore's office and when I got there a little out of breath, the gargoyle statue moved aside as if it knew to expect me — revealing an entrance. I pushed the door and stepped inside, seeing several backs standing around Dumbledore's desk. Upon hearing me walk in, they all turned to look at me.
"Phoebe Ellory," said Dumbledore, "the meeting couldn't start without you. Please come forward."
Great, now I'm going to be known as the one who can't be punctual!
I glanced over the faces ahead of me. Hermione Granger with the red-head, Ron Weasley. His expression depicted cluelessness, out of everyone I didn't expect to see him, but then again I didn't expect me here either. Next to him stood Anthony Goldstein from Ravenclaw. He shot me a friendly smile. The gesture alone was enough to ease my nerves. I didn't feel that excluded anymore until my eyes set upon an oxygenated blond with blue-grey eyes. C'mon, he's here too?!
Parkinson stood on his right, she looked over her shoulder and unlike Anthony Goldstein, she wasn't happy about seeing me. The scowl said more than words could ever. I clenched my already fists to keep my tongue in control. I couldn't risk losing the opportunity at Prefect and give Parkinson a reason. I came here to prove her wrong, and if I had to play nice in Dumbledore's presence then be it. I gulped down the foul words that I wanted to tell Parkinson and came forward between Goldstein and Malfoy.
"Leadership is not a title or position, but a behavior." Dumbledore looked me over behind his glasses then to Malfoy. "Everything you do, people look up to you and that's why you've been selected. The role comes with heavy responsibility because the lives of underclassmen depend on your guidance and protection when it comes to it. If this is asking too much, you do have the option to decline..."
Dumbledore's eyes moved to each one of us, I weighed the severity of his words and thought about it again, if I walk out now I'll look like a fool, an incompetent fool. And worse, I'll give Parkinson her way. Prove her right. I couldn't walk out on being a Prefect, even if it were for the wrong reasons. Parkinson looked me over. Urging me with a glare in her eyes to back out. Everyone else stayed quiet giving Dumbledore the impression everyone present was up for it.
"I do have to say that although you've been selected, there are a series of requirements you must complete before getting your badge. A simple thing, really; side quests." mentioned Dumbledore. "Nothing too difficult. It's merely practice for what you'll have to do as Prefect."
