━━ 𝐰𝐢𝐧𝐞 𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐫 𝐭𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐬;
The wizarding world is facing their darkest period of the war, led by the formidable Lord Voldemort. Despite his efforts to plunge the Order of the Phoenix into eternal night, Octavia Cunning's prophecy offers stars...
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November 15th, 1996
Hearing Lavender gush over Ron is becoming a nightly routine. She does it quietly amongst Octavia and Parvati behind closed curtains and a silencing charm; physical hearts can be spotted in place of her irises.
Octavia suspects Lavender's laying low because of Hermione. Unwanting to get in the middle of a row amongst her roommates, she buries herself with homework instead.
"Some people say Ron's hair's odd." Lavender croons, "But I think it suits him very well. Oh, he's absolutely adorable!"
Parvati, who has become bored of the same nightly topic, nods tiredly in agreement, "Yeah, he's not bad I suppose."
"Octavia?" Hermione's voice beckons, sobering Lavender up immediately, "I have a message for you."
Octavia pushes the curtains back, relieved she has an excuse to leave, "From who?"
She shrugs, handing it to her, "Dunno, I found it outside our door."
Octavia accepts the letter from Hermione, tearing open the envelope as she retreats back to her bed. Her eyes scan the loopy handwriting while her brows raise in surprise at who it's from.
Octavia Brooke Cunning,
I hope your term at Hogwarts has been going swell so far. I've heard nothing but excellent reports from your teachers, so you must be settling in well.
Tomorrow, half past 8, I would like to arrange a meeting with you and discuss some important topics that have come to my attention. Rest assured, you are not in trouble. Please send an owl with your reply, and I shall be looking forward to your visit.
Regards,
Albus Percival Wulfric Brian Dumbledore
P.S. The password is 'chocolate frogs'
"Dumbledore wants to see me." Octavia announces at her eagerly watching friends, skimming the words several times, "Dunno why, but it's probably about my mum."
"At least you're not in trouble." Hermione says fondly, peering at the letter.
The following morning brings a sun that casts an eclipse amongst the Hogwarts corridors. The chirping of birds hang distilled in the air while rabbits roam the courtyard, taking advantage of the tranquility that wouldn't last. The morning dew dampens Octavia's socks when she attempts to cut through the grass, which isn't a strategic move.
