𝘐'𝘮 𝘴𝘰 𝘴𝘪𝘤𝘬 𝘰𝘧 𝘮𝘺𝘴𝘦𝘭𝘧, 𝘳𝘢𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘣𝘦, 𝘳𝘢𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘣𝘦
𝘈𝘯𝘺𝘰𝘯𝘦, 𝘢𝘯𝘺𝘰𝘯𝘦 𝘦𝘭𝘴𝘦, 𝘣𝘶𝘵 𝘫𝘦𝘢𝘭𝘰𝘶𝘴𝘺, 𝘫𝘦𝘢𝘭𝘰𝘶𝘴𝘺
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IN WHICH, a girl hiding her insecurities with a mask becomes a witch...
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NEWS HAD SPREAD LIKE WILDFIRE OVER THE TIMELY DEATH OF PROFESSOR QUIRELL AND HARRY'S ARRIVAL IN THE HOSPITAL WING.
all these things just made you all-the-more glad you indeed did not attend their stupid trip down in some weird dungeon.
they had tried to get you to come, but you were harsh with your answers and they eventually gave up, not wanting to waste time.
but now, it was the final feast of the year.
thank god.
one year down, six to go.
the room was decked out with green and slytherin banners were strung up all around, you could care less who won, but you'd rather it be your own house than any other.
food was scattered all over the table like usual, everyone gouging down on it. you, like usual, ate nothing at the meal, instead waiting for only a while after when you could have your final meal in the comfort of the kitchens, away from the prying eyes.
everyone had these ugly black pointed hats on, but you refused to wear yours. it was plain hideous and would never be touching your head.
all attention turns to mcgonagall as she hits her spoon on the goblet.
dumbledore stands up, dressed in some ugly, yet fancy robes like usual.
"another year gone.. and now, as i understand it, the house cup needs awarding. and the points stand thus : in fourth place, gryffindor with 312 points"
you see everyone at your table smirk.
unlike everyone else, you don't clap.
"third place, hufflepuff with 352 points"
everyone claps again, with the gryffindor's looking majorly disappointed, you again don't clap.
"in second place... ravenclaw with 426 points"
the clapping gets a little louder and cheers can be heard from ravenclaw table.
"and in first place.. with 472 points, slytherin house"
your house erupts into loud cheers, you don't even bother to clap.
"yes, yes. well done, slytherin. well done, slytherin. however-" dumbledore holds up a finger - "recent events must be taken into account. and i have a few.. last minute points to award."
you look up at him in confusion.
"to miss hermione granger"
you purse your lips.
"for the cool use of intellect.. while others were in grave peril... 50 points."
