Daisy | The Marauders Era

Year One: Protego

❀

    In her dreams, there was darkness. A deep pit full or sorrow and terror. She gripped her sheets tighter, falling into the imaginary depths, with no one to help. It had been days, months, years? It was a war, and she was too small to stop it. Fighting the walls as she tumbled down, she only wanted her parents. Though they never came.

    When she awoke, the memory of the pit faltered bit by bit, turning into a blank nothingness, but an uneasy feeling lingered on her body still. There was something off about it. It made her feel vulnerable.

    Daisy went over in her head to comfort herself. But this was all new. Now she was scared. Was this really just like a horror story where she was just an innocent victim? Or was Heather overreacting and this is simply just how life goes on.

    Muggles can be cruel too, like wizards can.

    Ian Brady and Myra Hindley sure proved that.
    Still... hearing about those stories made Daisy never stray too far from home, and always return when the street lamps turned on. But there were no street lamps here.
(It was only a dream.)

"Good morning everyone!" Professor Duras, the defence against the dark arts teacher, welcomed his first year Gryffindors.

Professor Duras was a rough looking man, but smiled like the softest. His brown hair was greying, his skin wrinkling, and looked like he'd been through a few battles, tracing the pink scar lines along his forearms and face.

    This class wasn't a personal favourite of Daisy's... the sound of defending yourself from dark wizards sounded frightening. Though Professor Duras somehow created a warm, safe place for his students to be themselves in. To give him extra points, he would even give every student a lollipop of their choice at the end of every lesson for their hard work, no matter if they failed.

It's the hard work that counts, as he always says.

The defence classroom was filled with all sorts of gadgets that intrigued the young muggleborn.

There was a little glass spinner rested on top of a cupboard, waiting to be spun, accompanied by a circular mirror, and what looked like a golden rod.

Instinctively, her feet had landed her in front of the objects, nosying. Staring in the mirror, she was completely dumbfounded when there was nothing reflecting in it. Instead, it looked rather foggy. Thinking of it as dirty, Daisy pulled the sleeve of her robe over her hand and attempted to wipe it clean. However, it still remained a mysterious mist.

Huffing, she turned to the Professor in annoyance and asked him,

"Professor, what is this? I can't see anything in it." She had pointed.

"Ah!" The Professor loudly clasped his hands together. He loved to teach.

"That, is a foe glass, it shows the person looking into the mirror their greatest enemy. It's rather good you can't see anything in it actually, because the clearer the person is, the closer they are to you.

"That's scary..." She whispered now looking at the object from afar, careful not to look directly into it.

"Well, some would say that yes, some think it's rather helpful, but I understand your feelings." The Professor chuckled and turned the foe glass to face the wall.

Daisy nodded along, quite glad that the mirror was no longer facing her. She didn't think she had any enemies per say, but what if it told the future and showed Daisy her fate too. There could be one person. They may be destined to cross paths and split the ground between them. Yet for now, there was only the unknown.