ᴘʏʀʀʜɪᴄ ᴠɪᴄᴛᴏʀʏ// ᴛʜᴇ ɢɪʀʟ ᴡʜᴏ ʟɪᴠᴇᴅ ᴀᴜ

FLIGHT OF THE FAT LADY

Sitting on a massive pumpkin near Hagrid's hut, Bluebell watches as Roman stabbed the ground with a shovel, he had dismissed his robes and tie, only wearing his white shirt which was now covered in the dirt, his dirty grey pants and his shoes.

"We've been lookin' for ya, sugartits."

Roman glanced at her, before looking back down at his work. "You found me."

"I should tell Nips to stop going through all the bathrooms," Bluebell said. "He's been opening all the stalls and I mean all of them, and Lore, she's been wandering through the halls, calling your name, bet she's given Myrtle's a run for her money."

"Well, I had better things to do than being back to class," Grumbled Roman, stabbing the floor hard. "And before you ask, no, I don't want to talk about it."

"I wasn't going to... well, not if you didn't bring it up first, that is."

"I won't."

"All right."

Bluebell stretches with a sigh, before using her hands to lean back against the pumpkin.

"You know, if Hagrid catches you sitting on his precious Halloween pumpkin he's going to fuck you up," Roman said, making Bluebell snort.

"And if he catches you doing that to his field, he's going to han' ya from the bollocks."

"He let me, one because it's nowhere near his cabbage crops," Roman told her. "And two there is a purpose for this."

"Which is?" Bluebell said, tilting her head to try and understand what he was so heavily working on.

Roman stopped his digging and leaned against the shovel. "Eric said we needed a safe, dark space to leave the potions once they're done, what better place than underground."

"Smart." Bluebell nodded humming. "We'll probably need a box to put the vials in, so they don't get dirty."

"That could work..." Roman said, before continuing to shovel. "But first, I- Need-To- Dig- More."

Bluebell looked down at the hole, it wasn't that deep, it only reach Roman's ankles. "Where did you find the shovels?"

"Over there." He said, pointing at the side of the hut, where a few of Hagrid's tools lay. "Why?"

"What do ya mean why?" Blue slides off the pumpkin with a grin. "I'm going to help, you'll get nowhere with those noddle arms of yours."

"Bitch."

"Perv."

Once with the shovel, Bluebell discarded her own robes and started shovelling dirt with him. "Where is Hagrid anyway?"

"He just left, actually, I think he was off to talk to Professor Dumbledore," Roman told her with a shrug. "You don't think he'll be sacked, do you?"

"Of course not. They'll be idiots if they did." Bluebell answered, confidently. She knew they couldn't fire Hagrid, not after so many years, and if they tried, she was sure Dumbledore would step in.

"I'll riot if anything happens to Hagrid."

Humming, Bluebell nods. "We'll burn the castle to ashes."

After a couple of minutes of shovelling dirt, Bluebell was quick to realize that it was harder than she thought, the ground was hard and stiff, and she had to put her strength into digging, her back was starting to hurt and her arms were tensing up making her wonder how Hagrid does it so well.

"Fuckin' hell." Bluebell huffs, stopping to wipe the sweat off her forehead.

Roman scoffs stopping and sending her a teasing smirk, although he looked equally tired. "Oh, too hard for you, is it?"