❝ 𝘽𝙚 𝙢𝙞𝙣𝙚, 𝙋𝙤𝙩𝙩𝙚𝙧𝙚𝙩𝙩𝙚, 𝙖𝙣𝙙 𝙄 𝙬𝙞𝙡𝙡 𝙡𝙤𝙫𝙚 𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙡𝙞𝙠𝙚 𝙄 𝙝𝙖𝙫𝙚 𝙡𝙤𝙫𝙚𝙙 𝙣𝙤 𝙤𝙩𝙝𝙚𝙧. ❞
Calysta Potter had it all; the looks, the fame, the brain, the popularity... And so did Draco Malfoy. When you combine two o...
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It hadn't even been an hour and the Ravagers were already overusing their newfound name, enjoying it immensely that they finally had a name that fit them perfectly.
It was long past curfew that they decided to return to the common room, and as soon as Calysta stepped through the portrait hole, she knew something was wrong.
Neville was lying across the floor of the carpeted common room, stiff as a board, and pale and a ghost. In fact, judging by his expression, it looked like he had actually seen a ghost.
Ironic, how they were in a castle full of ghosts.
Moving closer, she stifled her gasp, clapping her hand over her mouth.
"Guys," she whispered.
She looked at Neville again, who's face was horror-stricken, eyes wide.
Felix looked unfazed. "Someone's put a body-binding curse on him," he said simply.
"How'd you know?" hissed Jeff.
"Intuition," he muttered boredly.
Calysta, by now, was used to Felix's incessantly wonderful brain, and she had a feeling she'd hear him say that very many times in the following years.
"How do we reverse it?" asked Regulus. "Isn't there a counter-spell?"
"Finite Incantatem," Felix chanted, pointing his wand at Neville.
The boy in pajamas sat up, rubbing his eyes together, which had started to water.
"Neville," Calysta said softly, handing him her handkerchief (another one of Aunt Petunia's oh-so-brilliant-ladylike ideas, she had yet to use the handkerchief to wipe her nose).
Neville wiped his eyes and looked at Calysta. "Thanks," he muttered.
"Who did this to you?" she asked. No sooner did she speak those words, the answer dawned on her.
"Hermione," she answered, at the exact same time as Neville said her name.
"Bollocks!" she stood up in realization, while Jeff nudged her and said, "language!" in a way that reminded her very much of Aunt Petunia.
"Desperate times call for desperate measures," she replied nonchalantly. "We need to go to the third floor corridor."
The other fours boys stared at her blankly.
Until Jeff checked her forehead with the back of his hand. "You got a fever?"
"No, guys, I'm serious," she tried, standing up and heading back to the portrait hole.
"Do you have a death wish?" asked Felix. "We all remember what happened the last time we went there."
