THE RARE WARMTH OF sunlight ranges the ground of Hogwarts, providing a rare chance of tenderness in the highlands of Scotland. All the young wizards and witches had same idea of enjoying the temperateness, till it last with the upcoming harsh winter days.
The courtyard was full of young magic learners, while some were chatting about the new gossips going around the school, some were just ideally enjoying the warmth and the welcoming presence and some were doing their assignment. Ophelia along with Hermione and Ron was indulging herself in the later on the insistence of Hermione, much to the dismay of the young Weasley.
It has been almost a month since their arrival for their Second year at Hogwarts and it was quite interesting to say the least, but if she was being honest the highlights of the month would definitely be how Malfoy got bitten by the little mandrakes they were supposed to pot and the pixies fiasco they have to went through at the new DADA professor's class.
Ophelia couldn't help but feel something off about the new professor, Lockhart. She couldn't deny the fact that he was quite charming like some of the girls proclaimed him to be, but when it came to academics that's were her suspicion arouse.
"Where did you say Harry went to Ronald?" Hermione closed her book marking the page.
Ron looked up from his parchment, "Oh- he just went for his quidditch practice."
"Really? But earlier on my way here I heard that Slytherin team is supposed to have quidditch right at this moment." Ophelia swinged her legs inspecting the flower in her hair through the reflection, she had already completed her assignment and now enjoying the company of her friends.
Ron shrugged going back to working on his potion assignment. Hermione placed another flower on Ophelia's braid earning a smile from her god sister. Just like that they ended up in their peaceful rhythmic pattern, but unfortunately the calming environment didn't last longer.
A commotion not brewing far from the trio grab their attention. Gryffindor and Slytherin team where standing face to face, indulge in a serious discussion. The three mates packed their bag making their way towards the uproar. The red head boy looked quite eager in packing his things then other, most likely because now he has no reason to continue doing his potion work.
"Seeker. You got a new seeker. Who is it?" Oliver Wood, the Gryffindor quidditch team captain asked Marcus Flint, the captain of the rival team.
Ophelia craned her neck to get a better look at the new member of the quidditch team, the only people she was able to see were the old member, but when Flint signalled, the other member of the team made way for the new player and a sneering Malfoy made his way in front of them.
"Malfoy!"
Ophelia didn't mean to say it out loud, but it didn't fail to grab the attention of both the quidditch team. She flushed at the attention she received shrinking between her two friends for support, pushing her long floral braid behind her back.
"That's right and that's not all that's new this year." The entire Slytherin quidditch team flaunted their new broom.
"Nimbus 2001s," Ron gaped. "Where did you get that from?"
Flint announced, "A gift from Draco's father."
Malfoy walked towards the three sneering being followed by the his new team , "You see Weasley, unlike some, my father can afford the best."
Ophelia frowned at his hostile words, he may have all the luxuries in the world and maybe he is more privileged than most of us, but Draco Malfoy surely have no right to speak or treat anyone in such an antagonistic manner.
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Fate That Ties Us
Fanfiction"To my little angel......" Ophelia Malone's only motive in life is to love and to be loved. She is content with the life she has with her god parents and her sister, Hermione with simplicity. But the peace doesn't last longer when the storm arrives...
