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two // everybody wants to rule the castle
autumn, 1992 !
𝐒𝐇𝐄 𝐇𝐀𝐃 𝐇𝐄𝐑 𝐇𝐄𝐀𝐃𝐏𝐇𝐎𝐍𝐄𝐒 𝐏𝐑𝐄𝐒𝐒𝐄𝐃 𝐓𝐎 𝐇𝐄𝐑 𝐄𝐀𝐑𝐒, 𝐀𝐍𝐃 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐏𝐎𝐑𝐓𝐀𝐁𝐋𝐄 𝐂𝐀𝐒𝐒𝐄𝐓𝐓𝐄 𝐏𝐋𝐀𝐘𝐄𝐑. Waking up seconds after dusk has earned her quite a bit of yelling from Ginny Weasley who could not tolerate Chiara's noisy ways of getting ready.
After a trip to the kitchen and a moment of bribing the house-elves, she was sprinting towards the Great Hall with a tub of flour wedged in her hands; red lines were created on her palms due to the sheer weight of it.
"You're rather early," said a sceptical voice, and Chiara whirled around in astonishment in fear of being caught; except, this voice did not belong to a stern professor but a redheaded boy with freckles over his pale cheekbones. "Who are you, and what the bloody hell is that?"
His eyes only widened when he saw the head of a black cat sticking out of Chiara's backpack, his pale eyes viciously squinting at the redheaded boy who paled even more.
"Uh— this is Minuit," she turned her neck, looking over her shoulder as she smiles at her pet, "well, say hello."
In greetings, Minuit went ahead and growled aggressively in the boy's direction, and that caused a bubble of laughter to leave Chiara's lips.
"Reckon he dislikes you a little." Chiara teased, and Weasley's cheeks turned crimson in embarrassment. "He is an excellent judge of character."
"Well," the boy awkwardly scratches his neck, "I'm Ron... and this is my friend—"
There was another Gryffindor boy strolling into the Great Hall, quite early too, and he gaped the second he laid eyes on the blonde.
He, too, caught her eyes immediately which is not a surprise because he was a familiar face and they were in an empty area. Still, Chiara thinks that even in a room of hundreds of people, she would not have forgotten those unforgettably intense features.
Raven hair and starkly contrasted his pale skin, and eyes that were wildly green.
"And we meet again, Green Eyes," Chiara sheepishly waves, hoping he two boys would turn back already so she can carry on her plans and tasks.
