Miss Potter -DISCONTINUED

Chapter 13

A week passed after the first task, with the minister receiving an earful from the champions' parents for not announcing the designated task and letting their children drown. More so Finley rather than the other two, Lily Evans Potter was royally pissed at the minister and wasn't afraid to say so. The whole event went on a standstill, with Cœur and Draco with their schoolmates and Finley with her daily checkups at the Beauxbatons hospital wing. Her hands still healing from her injuries and the mysterious scratches on her forearm.

But sadly, that didn't give her much free pass on school work as she now sat in the hospital wing, Hermione placing five open books on her bed. Tutoring her of what she missed, unaware that Finley barely gave a damn about the lessons. Mind occupied with the previous task and all.

"We have 4 essays due next week, if you need any help you can tell me now so we can start," Hermione offered her, sensing that Finley wasn't listening at all. Not that she could blame the bedridden girl, even though they were taken by surprise to know that the first task started of the blue. "Finley," Hermione waves her hand in front of Finley, snapping her out of her blank stare.

"Hm?"

"I asked if you needed any help with your essays."

"Thanks, but Blaise promised to write them for me," Finley answered, closing the opened books on the bed and getting ready to store them away.

Hermione frowned. "Why are you letting them do it for you? That's hardly fair."

"It's not fairness, Mione. And you seem to forget that my hands are currently useless until I take these bandages off," Finley deadpanned, showing the cabbage-shaped bandaged hand of hers. Annoyed that her hands were not even healed with a magic ointment of sorts, she was going to have to heal her hands one day at a time.

"Harry is getting upset that you keep hanging out with the Slytherins."

"So?" Finley raised her brow at Hermione, "We're schoolmates, What's wrong with befriending them."

"They're mean people, they're bullies."

"I know they were," Finley frowned, "but have you ever thought of them maturing over the years? When was the last time they bothered you?"

"Not that it matters," Hermione muttered under her breath as she shifted uncomfortably. "But you still need to be careful, Slytherins are known to backstab you."

"It's the total opposite actually," Finley huffed once more as she watched Hermione walk out the Hospital wing with haste, leaving Finley even more annoyed than she had initially felt. Having to hear another prejudiced opinion from Hermione about her friendship with a few Slytherins, was hypocritical considering that she was prejudiced for being a muggle-born before, and now that she was the head girl was now free reigning on judging the Slytherins for their upbringing. Not that she blamed Hermione, the younger years the Slytherins were mean, and bullies, and certainly not as pleasant to be accompanied with, unlike today. But now they were trying, at least for the sake of school unity that is.

"Hey," a soft voice spoke causing her to look up from her bandaged hands, she smiled.

"Hey yourself," she greeted back.

Sebastian grinned as he sets down a bouquet of pink carnations in her arms, knowing that she can't hold them with her hands in bandages. "Sadly we can't take that walk in the garden," he tells her, "so I brought some of the gardens to you."

"That's cheesy of you," she teased him a bit, smelling the carnations, having to smell a hint of lavender in them. "How'd you know that these were my favorite?"

"I asked around, turns out Zabini has a very keen eye," he replied, opening his coat and revealing a book, rather thin but it looked to be a quick read. "Do you mind?"