SIRIUS & REGULUS (love triangle plot w/OC)
From the noble house of black.
✯ to fall from grace ✯
PHRASE
If someone falls from grace, they suddenly stop being successful or popular.
(in Christian belief) descend from a state of divine favour into si...
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MORE CHAMOMILE, LESS LAVENDER, ——— "And I realise you've had a tough start to the year Miss Webb, but I can't be seen playing favourites." Professor Slughorn explained.
"Sorry, Professor." I apologised for the hundredth time.
"And I fear if you don't catch up by before Christmas break, there may be consequences to whether you can continue your potions qualification." He went on.
"Wait what? Professor?" I said not being able to contain my feeling of injustice.
It's not exactly like I had been travelling and skipping out on school. I had been navigating the life of a student who has just woken up from a coma.
"As I said Miss Webb, I can't be seen to be playing favourites. I understand your situation but these are unfortunately the rules, and I have a quota to meet with my students who pass."
Suddenly I felt a little less pathetic and hopeless and instead was filled with injustice fuelled rage.
"Come back, Grace." My own voice echoed in my mind, a reminder of the night before at the black lake.
I did not recognise who this version of myself was. I have never been one to succumb to injustice, to feel small and weak in the midst of difficulty.
I'm Grace Webb.
The girl who passes every essay handed in, even if I've procrastinated it until the last second. Not the girl who was behind in class.
The girl who laughed loudly in the faces of those who thought they were able to belittle me. Not the girl who felt the weight of judgement and hurt by the childish giggles directed by others.
The girl who has tunnel vision on her goals, her friends and what the next day was bringing. Not the girl who feared tomorrow, because it meant I'd have to meet the night.
I'm the girl who flooded the third floor girls toilets last year because Valeria Greengrass had claimed it her own personal boutique, and got away with it.
I'm the girl who, as a Muggle born, was placed in a house fit for pure bloods and can stand beside them without questioning my own worth.
I'm better than this timid, hesitant, fearful, people pleasing behaviour. If taking a second to breathe is being distracting then so be it, I'll welcome the label with open arms. But I won't be failing this course due to a choice I did not make.
"Miss Webb?" Professor Slughorn questioned as a I gathered my bag instead of replying to him.
"I'm wasting my time here professor, it seems I have some catching up to do. Remember?" I said smugly and left without permission.
*
I stormed into the hall, focused and feeling more like myself than I have in weeks.
