- ᴀ ᴅʀᴀᴄᴏ ᴍᴀʟғᴏʏ ғᴀɴғɪᴄᴛɪᴏɴ
Draco lifts his head up, shooting a glance towards his left to the witch staring shamelessly at him, his pale eyes settling on her, grunting irritably,
"Do you ever mind your own business?"
Oonagh pondered silently, tuc...
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"𝕯id you hear?"
Susan has on her expressive gossiping face, sliding into the seat besides Oonagh for Transfiguration class. The brunette blinks at the ginger, remembering all sorts of things she's heard in her years of being. Something tells her this is something new and hot that she hasn't heard,
"No, do tell" She smiles faintly, settling into a comfortable position, preparing to find out the reason for Susan's buzz. Susan was always one to hear gossip wherever she goes, eager to mention it, and Oonagh being the nosy fucker she is, always loves to listen. It was an effective system for them.
This time though, once she hears the beginning of her tale, it leaves her stomach knotting and her spine tingling,
"Su Li and Morag Macdougal are in the Hospital Wing. Word has it someone used the Curse of the Bogies on them — and it's so powerful Madame Pomfrey can barely treat it, they have to wait it out" Susan whispers, brown eyes big and wide, nodding in agreement to Oonagh's speechlessness.
The Curse for Bogies was a curse that gave the recipient a strong cold, in the worse case scenario leaving them to faint or suffer horrendously without any treatment. There's an extremely runny nose too that lasts for days, if the curse was incredibly powerful, it could possibly last for weeks — even with Madame Pomfrey's treatment. No Pepper-Up potion would help enough.
She shifts in her chair, chewing the inside of her cheek, then asking cautiously, "Do they — do they know who did it?"
Susan shakes her head, collecting her textbooks, parchment, quill and ink pots from her satchel bag, answering, "No. They were cursed from behind, it could have been anyone"
"Anyone" Oonagh echoes quietly, boring her blue eyes into her doodle-filled parchment, mind swimming with many thoughts. Taking note of her expression, Susan places a friendly hand on her arm, reassuring,
"No one thinks it was you, Oonagh, don't worry. And we would have your back if that was the case"
She smiles warmly to her fellow Hufflepuff, appreciative of the support even though it was completely unnecessary. Oonagh didn't even know the incantation of the curse, it wasn't one she necessarily needed to know, there was no defences or life skills she would value from it. It was too ironic though, that when Oonagh had her cold, those were the Ravenclaw girls who said awful things, that she ought to be embarrassed of herself.
And now they're hospitalised with worse colds.
Before she could help herself, she was peeking over her shoulder towards the back of the classroom to the crowded sea of forest green. Mcgonagall had yet to arrive, so the friendship groups within the class took the opportunity to continue to stay together, chatting and what not.
