AIANES (Theodore Nott) H.P AU

Chapter Nine

October was coming to an end. Beauxbatons and Durmstrang would arrive any minute now, and Olympia was certain she would end up locked in one of Azkaban's filthy cells.

She knew she would. She would be charged with first degree murder and her victim would be none other than James Potter.

The reason? He had enlisted her in Muggle Studies.

This evening, during one of her lessons, Professor Snape found her and gave her a brand new timetable and when she expressed confusion, the former Slytherin mentioned that 'her father' requested it. Apparently, now that she was back in Europe, and because her classes back in America had been slightly different, her transfer required for her guardians to choose what lessons she would be taught the next coming years.

Now, Olympia was aware of this. She knew it because Apollo had been asked what lessons he would prefer for her to take. What she did not imagine was for James Potter to be asked the same thing.

And now, after weeks in Hogwarts, October 30th had arrived, and with it came her last day of taking Divination. She was now stuck learning about Muggles and their ways of life.

To say she was livid would be an understatement.

And to top it all off, she was late to greet the foreign schools because she was bloody, fucking lost.

After she argued back and forth with Snape, the boring Professor told her that no changes could be made and that she was expected to attend without complaint. This made her strut out of his class, fuming, cursing, and earning detention she did not bother acknowledging. But now, after walking what seemed to be a thousand corridors, she realizes she has no clue of where she stands.

A groan threatens to slip past her lips.

"Olympia?" Astoria's voice echoes through the empty hallway, a set of books in her arms.

Olympia might've just seen the goddess of luck herself. "Thank Τύχη you found me." Tyche.

The youngest Greengrass laughs, but it doesn't quite reach her face. "Wild guess but, are you lost?" Olympia nods. "Come on, I'll walk with you." Both girls link their arms. "Heard about your little disagreement with Snape. What do you think his reaction will be to your lateness?"

Olympia rolls her eyes at the mention of their Professor and soon goes to speak, but at the sight of her youngest friend, she stops. Eyes glazing with concern. Astoria walks faintly despite the tight grip they have on each other, her forehead is covered in sweat and her eyes seem to lose focus. Her skin is pale and clammy and the way in which she holds her stomach clearly expresses pain. "Astoria? You alright?"

The youngest Slytherin doesn't get the chance to answer. Instead, she folds over, her books falling to the ground before she starts throwing up, narrowly missing her belongings. Olympia's eyes widen in shock, she stares at her, seeing how her eyes water, her nose bleeds, and her lip trembles before more bile rises up her throat and falls onto the floor.

"Astoria!" There's panic in Olympia's voice, but when she sees the youngest Greengrass is about to hit ground, she moves forward, stepping on her left behind vomit and catching her from the waist.

"I'm sorry." Astoria's voice breaks and Olympia shushes her, cleaning her mouth with the sleeve of her robe. "I'm so sorry."

"It's alright, love. It's alright. Here, we are going to the Hospital Wing." She says, tightening her grip and using her wand to levitate the fallen books. "They'll have you back on your feet in no time."

Astoria only nods, too weak to do more. Olympia walks hurriedly but still mindful of the girl in her tight grip, who gives faint directions every now and then.