"He hates her."
"No he doesn't, not really.
She just makes him feel things that he's claimed don't exist."
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When Slughorn puts Callisto McAdams and Regulus Black in his potions class together, he unknowingly functions as a match maker...
— i'll go down in history as the worlds biggest idiot. a week later : 18 september 1977
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CONFIDENT IN VICTORY, CALLISTO STRETCHES OUT HER RIGHT ARM and tries to grab the small golden ball. If only she could catch the snitch... just a little bit more...a little bit...got it!
The game ends.
A warm feeling fills her whole body when she realizes that she has just won. Her team has won because she caught the golden snitch. This has never happened before and in disbelief Callisto's eyes scan her right hand. The golden snitch lays there peacefully, as if it belongs to her and no one else.
Her teammates surround her and exclaim happily how proud they are. People from the stands now stand up and start to cheer for her. They are calling her name. Her name. She didn't know that they knew her.
"McAdams! McAdams! McAdams.."
Callisto frowns in confusion. That voice sounds so familiar to her...Madam Pomfrey?
"McAdams! Dear..." Madam Pomfrey sobs relieved as Callisto's eyes flutter open. Her head hammers painfully and she closes her eyes again, blinded by the sudden bright light.
She groans because her whole body aches as she tries to move. It feels like there are chains wrapped around her, pulling her body down and not allowing her to move.
"Lie down Callisto dear! Don't try to move too much for now." Madam Pomfrey commands full of worry.
As Callisto opens her eyes again, she can see the older woman standing in front of the bed she's laying in. Apparently, she's in the hospital wing. What a lovely surprise.
"What happened?" Her voice cracks. It doesn't sound like her's at all. Her throat is sore and she isn't able to swallow. Disoriented, she looks around before she tries to lift her right hand. There is no golden snitch like she dreamed of in her hand, but a cast around it and Callisto isn't able to move. "What the fuck?"
"You've been in coma for the past week my dear...what is the last thing you remember?" Madam Pomfrey asks cautiously, while sitting down on the edge of the bed. Her hand traces over Callisto's legs, that are covered under a blanket.
"I...I'm not sure.." She stammers. Her chest feels heavy and Callisto closes her eyes again, thinking hard. "T...The tryouts...they took place and I..." She stops. The realisation hits her like a truck. "Oh my god."
"Are you alright?" Madam Pomfrey inquires.
"Oh my god...no." Callisto cries out embarrassed. "I'll go down in history as the worlds biggest idiot."
