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act one ━ chapter one ( the belle of hogwarts )
❝Stag, reindeer, whatever. It's the same thing.❞
𝐄𝐀𝐑𝐋𝐘 𝐌𝐎𝐑𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐒𝐔𝐍𝐋𝐈𝐆𝐇𝐓 𝐒𝐄𝐄𝐏𝐄𝐃 𝐓𝐇𝐑𝐎𝐔𝐆𝐇 the yellow curtains, the gentle rays hitting Andrea Knight in the face as she rolled over in her bed. As her eyes fluttered open, she glanced over at the second bed in the room, seeing her best friend, Maisie Kent, tangled in her covers still in a deep slumber.
Chuckling to herself, Andrea sat upright in her bed, rolling her neck to try and relieve the tension from her muscles. Slipping soundlessly out of the canary yellow duvet, she prepared herself for the day. Fortunately for her, it was a weekend and she could wear her everyday clothes, which for Andrea, meant a comfortable sweater and her golden blonde hair pulled into two loose braids.
Glancing over her shoulder again, she saw Maisie had shifted slightly in her sleep, though she seemed to have turned upside down. She shook her head in amusement and quietly made her way out of their shared room and into Hufflepuff House's common room.
It was a cozy space, designed to be reminiscent of a badger's den. It was fitting for the house of canary yellow and black as their house crest was a badger. The ceilings were low and the walls were rounded. But it was a happy, vibrant place, a stark contrast to the Slytherin common room that sat down the corridor from Hufflepuff.
Andrea pushed open the common room door and began her daily walk up to the Great Hall. It seemed that as soon as she stepped into the castle's entryway, she was immediately bombarded by people.
"Could you ask your brother if I can join the team?" one Hufflepuff asked and the blonde furrowed her brows, shaking her head wordlessly.
"Could you help me with my Charms homework?" Andrea looked over at the girl who had spoken and nodded. "Thank you!"
"Might I have a word with you, Andi?"
Andrea turned her head and saw Peter Pettigrew weaving his way through the small crowd that had gathered around the Hufflepuff prefect.
"Gladly," she muttered, trailing after him. "I'm very sorry, everybody, but I must be going. And if anybody wants to talk about Quidditch, find my brother, not me." She let out a small breath as the students began to disperse and she looked back at Peter. "My saviour. Thank you. I thought I would avoid all that by waking up early."
Peter shrugged. "I think they still manage to find you regardless of the hour," he replied and she sighed to herself. "And not to be one of them, but you'll still help me with my Potions homework, right?"
Andrea smiled. "Of course I will, Pete," she assured him, resting a hand on his shoulder. "You're one of my friends. I don't mind in the slightest."
"Thank you," he said in relief before looking behind him into the Great Hall. "Are you coming?"
