The Project

𝐓𝐰𝐨

2.

𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐀𝐬𝐬𝐢𝐠𝐧𝐦𝐞𝐧𝐭

"𝙒𝙃𝙔 𝘿𝙊 𝙄 𝙃𝘼𝙑𝙀 𝙏𝙊 𝙂𝙀𝙏 𝙎𝙏𝙐𝘾𝙆 𝙒𝙄𝙏𝙃 𝙔𝙊𝙐?"

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♪ 𝙺𝚗𝚎𝚎 𝚂𝚘𝚌𝚔𝚜 - 𝙰𝚛𝚌𝚝𝚒𝚌 𝙼𝚘𝚗𝚔𝚎𝚢𝚜 ♪

         Alina Dupont had a love-hate relationship with Defence Against the Dark Arts. On one hand, it was one of the most interesting and hands-on classes they took. On the other hand... the glares from the other houses were ludicrous. They acted as if the Slytherin students were going around cursing and killing their classmates. Which they weren't. It wasn't their fault that their parents were death eaters, that all they had only been raised on hate, that hate was the word they had learned in place of love. Maybe anger was love. Caring enough to be angry was passion, and passion could be love.

Twisted. Just like the way the Gryffindors glared at Mattheo, who currently stood next to her. Alina glared right back, which elicited a chuckle from Mattheo. "What?" she demanded, raising a brow at him

"Oh, nothing. Just the way you think glaring at them is going to stop them amuses me." He paused, and at her pointed look, he added, "Not that I don't appreciate it, of course."

She hit him in the shoulder and he laughed again, causing a few odd looks from the other students. Not that he didn't get enough as is, being the son of the Dark Lord.

Professor Lupin soon started the class, announcing that they were going to learn a defensive jinx.

They paired up and practiced, eventually attempting a smaller version of dueling.

Alina took it back. She loved Defence Against the Dark Arts.

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Divination was hard to sit through, considering Trelawney glared at her and Enzo every time they laughed. At least they weren't the only ones, seeing as other tables couldn't take the class seriously either. Sure, there might've been truth behind the professor's words, but the way she delivered it made it hard for anyone to take it seriously.

The walk to Potions was familiar, considering the common room was along the same route. Her, Pansy, and Blaise walked together while Mattheo and Theo walked behind them, far enough back that they couldn't hear each other's conversations.

"I told you, Snape won't give two shits that you were busy over the summer!" Alina insisted, causing Pansy to laugh and Blaise to roll his eyes.

"Yeah, well, you know he favors Slytherins. If nobody else did the assigned work, we'll be least likely to get reprimanded," Blaise replied with a shrug.

Pansy scoffed at that, and they headed into the classroom. There was room for four at a station, so her, Pansy, and Blaise, alongside a Ravenclaw girl, took up a station while Mattheo and Theo went to another one with two Hufflepuffs. The room was dimly lit, with potions supplies lining the shelves on all sides of the classroom. When Snape stood up from his desk at the very front, several students flinched, expecting a lecture on the first day back. The professor's darker gaze slid over his students, his glare clear as it passed over her. Alina wasn't sure why he hated her so much, she was a Slytherin after all. She thought it had something to do with the fact that she was French. She'd heard him once muttering about French people and serious or something along the lines of that.