Legends & Myths | 𝘍𝘳𝘦𝘥 𝘞𝘦𝘢𝘴𝘭𝘦𝘺

Thirty-Five

Third Year,
Pinch In The Side.

Defence Against the Dark Arts was a great class. That is when the teacher could finish a sentence. Professor Quirrell was clearly knowledgeable of the dark arts but seemed to lack the confidence to teach. She had dozed off three times already having to be nudged awake by her sister.

Phoebe seemed distracted, not as in tune with the lesson, looking away whenever Professor Quirrell had his back to the class. She shook her head not thinking too much of it, perhaps just didn't like the topic, Werewolves.

"Miss Black," he spoke, Phoebe avoided looking at him directly.

"Which one?" she asked, the professor looked at his class sheet unaware there were two sets of twins in his class.

"Y-you, what - what is the difference between an- an animagus and a werewolf,"

"Animagus is a wizard who chooses to turn into an animal, a werewolf has no choice," she answered confidently.

"Good, 10 p-p points Gryff - Gryffindor,"

Rhea had always wanted to become an animagus, just like her mother and father. They believed neither she, her siblings nor her cousins knew. They all did, from the paw prints in the garden to a black shaggy dog that, ran through the park in the early hours of the morning.

"Pheebs," she nudged her sister as she seemed to be staring into space.

"Sorry, daydreaming, must be awful to be forced to turn into a werewolf," she nodded agreeing with her, "could you imagine if we knew anyone that had to go through that,"

"No, I'd imagine it's horrible but you'd get used to it over time,"

As the lesson came to an end, she eyed Fred and George they had been talking to Lee for the majority of the lesson. Hardly glancing over at her, she hurried after Phoebe as she walked towards the library, she patted her robe.

"I need a favour,"

"What is it this time?" she gestured for Phoebe to walk into a less busy hall, "if we have to sneak around, I already don't like this,"

"I need you to hold on to something for me," she slipped the map into her hands.

"Blank parchment?" she chuckled.

"Oh it's not blank, think about dad's old stories, have fun studying," she turned walking away, "oh and don't give it to the Weasleys," she turned a corner bumping into Fred and George, "hi, boys didn't see you there,"

"Don't give the Weasleys what?" Fred asked.

"Oh would you look that, I'm late," George stepped to the right blocking her path.

"Late for what?"

"You know," she dragged, looking around "There he is, Hadrian!" she shouted over to her brother he turned around, his friend continuing down the hall.

"What?" he said, "I've got my first flying lesson," she hurried to his side hooking her arm in his.

"Remember that thing I said about the Weasley's a little, surprise I had," Hadrian creased his brows.

"What are you-" she pinched his side. "Ahh, yes, yes I do," she smiled at him. "You'll love it, now can I go to my class." she let go of him as he hurried off. Fred and George crossed their arms at her.

"What?"

"We've done that same trick," George said.

"Trick? I'm not sure what you're talking about,"

"Pinch in the side, get your brother to agree with you," Fred said, suggesting she did just that.

"I would do no such thing, besides if you just let it go, you'll really appreciate it," Fred and George looked at one another, before nodding their heads.

***

Fred lay wide awake in his bed, Lee snoring to his left and George snoring to his right. He pressed his pillow against his ears, roughly throwing off his covers, he took his pillow to the 5th year's dorm. He tried to wake Percy, with no luck, he almost woke up Oliver and Ethan.

Heading downstairs to the first year's room, he sighed as the boys were still awake. He opted for sleeping in the common room, as he made himself comfortable he heard footsteps coming down the stairs. Ready to curse for them walking so loudly, he creased his brows when Rhea snuck downstairs acting like she didn't want to be seen.

He took this chance to figure out what she was up to, he waited for her to leave to the dormitory before he followed her. She snuck off to the astronomy tower. 'What the hell is she playing at?' she flicked her wand. Opening the roof of the tower, she smiled at the stars. She took off her robe his eyes widened she wore a dust pink wrap skirt with a white long-sleeve bodysuit.

Then she danced.

He'd never seen anything more beautiful, she twirled with the biggest smile on her face. He shuffled forward to get a better view of her dance, accidentally nudging a desk.

"Is someone there?" he ran to the nearest pillar hiding behind it, when she didn't come out of the classroom. He bolted back to their common room, laying back on the sofa, trying to calm his breathing, in case she came back shortly after.

He smiled, that wasn't the Rhea he knew, the Rhea who hated anything pink and girly. Twirling around the astronomy tower like a ballet dancer. He heard her open the door, she stopped in her tracks as she spotted him.

"Hi, I was just- why are you sleeping on the sofa,"

"The boys snoring kept me awake," she nodded, "couldn't sleep either?"

"Yeah, I just went to the hospital wing to see if they could give me anything, they couldn't,"

"That sucks,"

"Yeah," she shuffled "Well, I hope you get some sleep, goodnight Fred,"

"Night Rhea,"