The Peak Of My Existence [T.N]

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The sounds of quills on parchment echoed against the stone walls of the Great Hall. The four long tables were replaced with rows of desks.

The fifth years filled the hall, scribbling down their answers to the questions on their OWLs. Vulpecula had finished her potions paper with forty minutes to spare, all questions answered. Hermione behind her was still scribbling away, Vulpecula was surprised her friend's hand had not fallen off yet.

In her boredom, Vulpecula mindlessly played with the rings that adorned her fingers, the ring gifted to her by Theodore received particular attention. She smiled at the ring, feeling as though it had returned to its rightful place, her hand had felt so bare without it while it sat staring at her from her bedside table. Now it was back, she felt whole again, although that could be the result of a particular brunet she was madly infatuated with.

Two rows over, Theodore sat lent back in his seat, staring up at the large ticking clock that stood on the raised platform. On such platform stood the toad-like woman dressed in her usual pink woollen suit and matching hat.

Vulpecula's eyes were trained on him. She observed the way the muscles in his jaw clenched, how his Adam's apple bobbed, how his fluffy brown locks fell over his face.

The boy felt her eyes on him, he smirked to himself before turning his head ever so slightly to look her dead in the eyes. He watched as her face grew red in an instant and she pulled her gaze away from him and fixed it to the table in front of her.

Her eyes stayed glued to the wood of the desk, until, out of thin air, a crumpled up piece of parchment appeared. Her head shot up and rotated to find its source, stopping once she caught sight of a smirking Theodore. Their eyes met for a moment before he turned back towards the front of the hall.

The girl grabbed the parchment and slowly opened it, cautious about the noise and attention it would attract.

Careful darling, if you keep looking at me like you want to fuck me people might get suspicious.

Vulpecula's throat went dry, she quietly re-crumpled the parchment and slipped it into her robe pocket. Avoiding the piercing eyes that were fixed on her from across the hall.

Vulpecula lolled her head from side to side in boredom, there were twenty minutes remaining and she felt like they would last a lifetime. 

There began a faint noise that accompanied the scribbling of quills. Umbridge had noticed it along with the students in the hall.

The sound grew louder, rhythmic banging that seemed to be getting closer and closer to the Great Hall. The scribbling halted, heads turned towards the large doors.

Silence.

In an instant, the doors to the hall burst open and two figures flew into the room. There was a sudden explosion that made Vulpecula jump before she realised that the figures were, in fact, Fred and George Weasley and they were, in fact, throwing fireworks in the hall.

The students in the hall stood from their seats and began shouting and cheering for the twins. Vulpecula's eyes followed them avidly as they moved swiftly through the air, a wide smile forming on her face. Umbridge's high pitched squealing was heard as she shouted commands for the boys to stop and for the fifth years to return to their seats.

The colours from the fireworks lit up her face and hair, the flashes left sparkles in her big green eyes, she was mesmerised by the formation of the explosions. The Great Hall was filled with streaks of blue, purple, red, gold, green.

Vulpecula was filled with a rush of adrenaline, she wished she was up there, swerving through the flares of colour. She had always admired the twins' carelessness, which was similar to her own yet magnified. She felt the constant need for excitement but was never fully satiated, she envied their ability to reach such satisfaction.