"I write her a letter
just a few short lines,
and suffer death
a thousand times."
Asteria O'Connor, sole heir of a prestigious wizarding family,
has other plans when the self-proclaimed Marauders decide to
torment her and her housemates.
It's abo...
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aster
"You're being weird."
"Gee thanks Lils. Just what I wanted to hear on a Friday afternoon. Really, I'm so grateful."
My eyes meet hers as I look up from a book about Transfiguration – some chapter that I haven't seemed to grasp quite yet. She sighs at me and sits on the tabletop. The realisation that I had no memory of missing class time frightened me more than I'd like to admit and Lily obviously wanted to go straight to Madam Pomfrey in case I got hit in the head during Quidditch or something of the sort. I told her that I would after the match, it being my main focus at the moment. Slytherin versus Gryffindor an entire week away and I'm already beginning to feel sick at the thought of it.
"Close that darn schoolbook and let's have a girls night."
"Okay, now you're the one who's being weird."
She gives me a telling look, one that is threatening in a best friend kind of way. "I'm worried about you Aster."
I shift in my seat, pulling my skirt lower down my thighs uncomfortably. At this point I don't really care about trying to look hotter or how fashionable I am like I used to, which is why I modified my uniform in the first place. I guess now it's for confidence, to show that even with everything going on under the spell I place on my body every morning, I can still be proud of the skin I'm in. It's dumb I know but it proves something to myself that I'm not cowering in a corner hiding everything from sight.
"If I go will you quit worrying?" I give her an exasperated look.
"I'm always going to worry," she scoffs. "It just proves I care."
I make a face at that. "Lils, you sound like you're from one of your soppy romance novels."
"Oh well I apologise for caring. I promise I'll stop as soon as I can. Would next Tuesday suit? Now get your arse up and let's get some Firewehiskey."
"Evans are you sure you haven't been possessed? Soon you'll be snogging Potter at this rate of unexpected exertions."
I manage to grab some liquor from a hidden cupboard in the Slytherin common room that only the sixth and seventh years know about. Someone bewitched it long ago to keep producing bottles of your required alcohol as long as you give it the money. I insert the knuts into a small slot at the front of the cupboard which looks slightly like a keyhole. The small door swings open to reveal three bottles of Firewhiskey and a couple cans of Witches Brew.
"Where did you get these?" Marlene gawks as she opens the bag I hand to her, taking out one of the larger glass bottles of dark golden liquid for all of the Gryffindor common room to see.
Lily's eyes widen and she snatches the liquor from Marlene, shoving it back in the bag with a scowl, her freckled cheeks tinting red. Mary and Dorcas laugh like maniacs at the scandalised look on Lily's face, embarrassment clear as day.
