Clandestine | Theodore Nott

The Interrogation and The Tower

Starla had not regretted her absence from the Hospital Wing. Alas, she was there once again. Madam Pomfrey walked around, healing knuckles and noses. She had made sure to put the boys from each house on opposite sides of the room. Groans and hisses were heard as bones and bruises got healed and scars got sealed. Alioth and Fred glared at each other across the room. Starla was sat rigidly on a chair next to Alioth, her arms were crossed as she stared ahead, not daring to look at him.

"So, what happened?" Albus Dumbledore spoke up after looking around at all of them.

People began talking simultaneously. Starla was once again, surprised that Professor Umbridge was not present. Perhaps she was visiting her 'sneaky link', Cornelius Fudge.

"Mr. Black, you may begin, you seemed to start the incident."

"Well," Alioth sighed, "Fred Weasley fucked my sister."

He was terribly blunt.

Starla's face was so red she felt like it could catch fire at any moment. "Ali what the fuck?" She raised her hands up to level her waist, palms facing the ceiling.

Meanwhile, Blaise was awaiting Madam Pomfrey to put his nose back to normal.

"Episkey!" she whispered.

He hissed as blood streamed out, holding a small basin under his face.

"Language. I don't believe we need... for a better word, rash details."

"You asked, professor."

"I suppose you're correct, so, Miss Black..." the Headmaster looked a bit discomforted, "participated in certain activities with Mr. Weasley."

Starla's attempted to cover her red face by resting her elbow on the armrest and held her forehead with her hand. Theodore pressed his lips into a thin line as he made eye contact with the girl, she shook her head regretfully.

"And I have made it perfectly clear to my friends that my sister is out of bounds," stated Alioth.

"Oh bloody hell Black, we were drunk," Fred piped up from the other side of the room. He looked considerably more wounded than any of them.

"I believe I may excuse the part of your consumption of forbidden substances on school grounds this time," Dumbledore smiled with a pointed look.

Everyone but Alioth, Fred and Starla found the situation almost laughable.

Starla's blush did not falter. She was incredibly embarrassed to be in a situation where Dumbledore talked about her having sex. The worst part was, everyone inside that room knew. She wouldn't have thought that Fred would cheat on his girlfriend, she hadn't even known about 'Frangelina'.

"Fred, I have a question," started Starla.

All heads turned to look at her.

"Why would you do that with me when you've been going out with Angelina Johnson for a year and a half?"

All heads turned to look at him.

Her cold stare did not falter for a second. "Surely, you could not have forgotten about having a girlfriend just because you were drunk."

Everyone's—except for Starla's—eyes widened a fraction and their eyebrows rose. Theodore and Draco snorted.

"I— I don't know."

"You don't know?" she drawled.

"Furthermore," said Dumbledore quite loudly. "Every one of you boys except Misters Weasley and Black will serve one detention, Weasley and Black, you will be serving a week of it. Additionally, 30 house points will be taken from both houses."