𝐂𝐀𝐒𝐓𝐋𝐄𝐒 𝐂𝐑𝐔𝐌𝐁𝐋𝐈𝐍𝐆 (OC x OC)

[002] Chapter 10

Makayla

As I walk down the hall, I hear whispers from every direction about what McGonagall just told us. Some of them are cruel, some of them are fearful–not some–most of them are fearful, the rest are just in denial.

Most of the cruel ones are coming from Gryffindors, and they're saying, "I bet that one of the Malfoys is the heir of Slytherin. This is totally up their alley."

The fearful ones are coming from everyone, and they are saying, "If the Chamber really has been opened, then who could be the next to be petrified? Aren't the professor's going to stop it?"

The ones in denial are saying, "This is positively a fluke. I mean, come on? They have no proof that the Chamber even exists. McGonagall said that they haven't found the Chamber after centuries, and even said the story was according to legend!"

I pity everyone. Everything that they are saying is completely pathetic. Typical for this school. I mean, when are they going to learn that with Harry at school, we all have a target on our backs from Voldemort. At least I'm not afraid to say it! Everyone else is living in fear, and it's utterly pathetic. Living in fear of death is only going to put you right in death's path, so you just have to let go of that fear, and embrace it. There's no stopping what fate holds, so why be afraid of it?

Of course, I understand the fear of death part, it isn't exactly dishonor if you are afraid of death, but if you take caution with every step, then you'll end up cautiously walking yourself onto a railway with a train rolling over your face. And I mean that literally. People just don't take it literally, which is annoying, but everyone is annoying, so I can't really control what is and what isn't annoying anymore. But I can control my fear, which is why you guys need to learn how to as well, assholes. Like, Merlin, you guys seriously still sleep with a nightlight? There's nothing in the darkness, and if you think you see something, check yourself into a mental asylum, thank you! Anyway, back to everyone else's pitiful lives.

I walk into Defense Against the Dark Arts and am greeted with an extremely long table in the middle of the classroom, with all of the desks moved aside. When I look at Louis, he's just as confused as I am.

Professor Lockhart steps up onto the table and shouts, "Hello class! Today, we will be learning the typical rules and safe methods of dueling. So, to demonstrate, I invited Professor Snape to join us, so that I can show you all how it's done."

He smiles that... smile. Ugh, I hate it.

Professor Snape steps onto the table and the two of them stand in their defensive duel positions. They stand there awkwardly for a few moments before Snape shouts, "Expelliarmus!"

The spell launches Lockhart to the end of the table, causing an abrupt gasp from everyone in the room that cares. We all look over to him as he slowly gets up.

"Do you think he's alright?" Jordyn asks.

I laugh, "Who cares?"

When Lockhart stands up, he smiles in the midst of the awkwardness. I think I just heard someone faint. Pathetic, once more.

"It was an excellent idea to show them that, but if you don't mind me saying, it was pretty obvious about what you were about to do, and if I wanted to stop you, it would have been only too easy."

I roll my eyes, then Snape replies, "Perhaps it would be prudent for you to first teach the students to block unfriendly spells, Professor."

Lockhart takes a moment to respond. I notice Snape actually smiles. It's sarcastic, but it's a SMILE. Holy shit, I didn't know he could do that. "Excellent idea, Professor!" Lockhart turns around and looks at Harry and Ron, "Let's have a volunteer pair, huh? Potter! Weasley! How about you?"

"Weasley's wand causes devastation with the simplest spells. We'll be sending Potter to the Hospital Wing in a matchbox." I try to keep myself from laughing. "Might I suggest someone from my own house? Malfoy, perhaps?"

I look to Draco, then to Snape, raising my hand, "Sir, there are two Malfoys in this class–"

"Oh, of course there is, there's always more of you. Draco, go up."

Snape walks off the table and Draco jumps up. Harry is already on the other side of the table.

Lockhart walks off the table, saying to Harry, "Good luck, Potter," just before. "Wands at the ready!" They point their wands up, just in front of their noses.

"Scared, Potter?" Draco and his dramatically-gelled hair ask.

"You wish," Harry replies.

Under my breath, I say, "This'll be fun," as I sigh.

They abruptly put their wands to their sides, turn around, and walk a few steps away from each other, then turn back around to face one another. Then, they lift their wands above their heads, pointing one foot in front of them, and keeping their vacant hand in the air. This is so stupid.

"On a count of three!" Lockhart shouts. "Cast your charms to disarm your opponent–only to disarm! We don't want any accidents here. One... Two–"

"Everte Statum!" Draco shouts before Lockhart can even get to three.

The spell sends Harry flying through the air, doing multiple flips in the meantime before he finally reaches the ground of the table. Sweet Merlin, Draco, do you have any patience?

I watch him step back and smirk as other Slytherins laugh at Draco's unremarkable spell. I'm not a rule follower at all, but it's not that hard to not use something other than a disarming spell. The stick in Draco's ass must be far up there, because Merlin that was pathetic. Another person smirks, Snape. Of course he's smiling. He wanted this. This asshole is a drama enthusiast. Well, I can't exactly shame him for it. I'm the exact same way, but you get the point, correct?

Harry sits up angrily, and grunts as he stands. Then he gets back in his defensive position and shouts, "Rictusempra!"

This wipes the dumb smirk off of Draco's face as the spell sends him flipping through the air, landing ass-first in front of Snape, his legs spread wide open. I can't help but laugh. He ignores me and looks up at Snape. Snape scoffs with his eyes and grabs Draco's collar, pulling him off of his dumb ass and pushes him back toward Harry. This duel is not over.

Now they both are in their defensive positions. Their postures look as if they're being strangled. They are being strangled by anger and the thirst to attack.

"I said disarm only!" Lockhart shouts. He is ignored.

"Serpensortia!" Draco shouts.

The spell sends a serpent flying onto the table. It slowly raises its neck in the air and hisses at everyone near it. Everyone gasps and steps away from the table. It slithers down the table, then reaches me and looks at me. It hisses loudly and looks in my eyes. Not a single glimpse of fear is shown in my eyes.

Weirdly, the hisses slowly turn to words, "Makayla Malfoy," the snake hisses.

Confusion fills my brain. Okay, a) how does it know my name, and b) how the hell is this snake talking right now?

It slides off the table, circling around me. I look down upon it, "Go away!"

Everyone looks at me weirdly as it slides back up the table, and continues gliding, as if it understood what I said. Then it reaches some Hufflepuff boy and hisses at it.

Harry slowly walks up to the snake, whispering, "Don't hurt him," repeatedly. The snake looks to him, then back to the boy again. After a few moments, the snake fully turns to Harry, submissively.

Snape looks at him and I dumbfounded, "Vipera Evanesca."

The snake turns to nothing after looking as if small bits of it burn to death. Not a single bit of dust is left. There is only pure nothingness.

"What are you two playing at?" the Hufflepuff boy asks us both. We look at each other confused. That's when I realize, we spoke to a snake and everyone was surprised by it. Everyone was confused. We just spoke parseltongue.