Found AIAOY 4

Chapter 7

Before our regularly scheduled program, a shoutout is needed! lovely_dreamer_394 has sent fan art!  Entirely my fault, these magnificent drawings were sent weeks ago and I just now found them in my insta!  

They have captured young Rebecca so perfectly, I wonder if they have read my mind 😍

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Madam Pomfrey took great pleasure in Fred and George's follicle-related punishment.  "It's what you get, really!"  The healer scolded.  "Trying to scam your way into that tournament...Rules are rules for a reason!"

Rebecca laughed with Madam Pomfrey, stopping abruptly at the sharp looks Fred and George gave her.  It grew very, very hard to keep a straight face when Madam Pomfrey complimented their beards.

"Perhaps you should be slightly proud at your potion, though."  Madam Pomfrey used her wand to raise their beards.  "These are the thickest and whitest I have seen all day!"

Fred and George glowered further, jumping off the table as soon as their red hair was returned and their faces as smooth as they had been that morning.  They walked out of the Infirmary without even a thank you, which Rebecca scoffed at. 

"Thank you, Madam."  Rebecca shook her head.  "I'm sure they meant to."

Madam Pomfrey sighed.  "Go on, out with you."  She shooed Rebecca towards the door.  "I'm sure they need someone to rant to about now."

Rebecca left the Hospital Wing and looked down both ends of the corridor, not a single indication or inkling of a thought as to which they would have gone.  

"Are you coming?"  Fred called from the right, poking his head back into the corridor with the Hospital Wing's entrance.

"If you two would hold your bloody horses!"  She called, jogging down the hall to them only to turn the corner and find that they had stopped in the walkway.

Rebecca hit Fred, who hit George, who hit one of the suits of armor along the hall and started a chain reaction that ended only with an extremely loud clatter and a massive mess.

"Run!"  Fred hissed, seeing that Mrs Norris had turned the corner at the end of the last helmet that had fallen.  They all knew that Filch wasn't to be far behind.  The three teens raced away, panting but running faster and faster to escape certain-detention.  Finally slowing near the Great Hall and blending into a throng of other students filing their way towards supper, Rebecca was the first to speak.

"I've been thinking-"

"That's dangerous."  Fred deadpanned, not meaning to come off as a prat but also consumed with disappointment.

"No seriously," Rebecca ignored him.  "Why is she names 'Mrs' Norris?  That'd mean she was married.  But to who?  Is it another cat?  Are she and Filch married?  Can cats even get married?"

George stared at her as they took their seats.  "That's what you're thinking about right now?  Not the fact that we just lost our one way into the tournament, but that?"

Rebecca looked away from the both of them.  "I think everything happens for a reason.  If the potion didn't work out, maybe it wasn't meant to be."

Fred's face set in an annoyed frown.  "Yeah, cause you've always been such a stickler for limitations."

"What're you on about?"  Rebecca asked.

"What about Buckbeak last year?"  Fred rolled his eyes at the fact that she needed an example.  "He was sentenced to death twice but you kept on with the defence."