The star, his moon and their comets

CHAPTER 130 Apologies and Make Outs

Emma, Pansy, and Draco stormed into the Slytherin common room, the air thick with tension and frustration. The usually serene and elegant space felt charged with an energy that hinted at the recent events. Pansy's sharp gaze and Draco's clenched jaw showcased their shared discontent.

Emma, typically calm and collected, couldn't hide the turmoil within her. She paced the room, her hands balled into fists, as she muttered under her breath.

Pansy shot disapproving glares at anyone who dared to meet her eyes, while Draco's usually composed demeanor crackled with suppressed anger.

The other Slytherins, sensing the palpable tension, exchanged wary glances. Whispers and hushed conversations ceased as the trio's entrance commanded attention. The room, once a haven of serenity, now mirrored the storm brewing within its inhabitants.

As they settled into a corner of the common room, the air remained thick with unspoken grievances. It was evident that the bond of Slytherin unity had been strained.

The quiet murmurs resumed, but they were laced with uncertainty, as if the very foundation of their house had been shaken.

Emma finally spoke, her voice cutting through the uneasy atmosphere. "I can't believe he would do something so reckless, so utterly foolish."

Her words were directed at Harry's impulsive actions, and the disapproval resonated in her tone.

Draco, still seething, added, "Potter has always been reckless, but this is a new low, even for him."

Blaise entered the Slytherin common room, and an immediate hush fell over the gathered students. All eyes turned to him, the silent question of Octavia's well-being hanging in the air.

"How is she?" Emma's voice cut through the tension, an undertone of worry evident in her words.

Blaise took a deep breath before responding, "Professor Snape saved her. She's going to be fine."

A collective sigh of relief swept through the room, the tension easing as the weight of uncertainty lifted.

Pansy, unable to contain her exasperation, muttered, "Merlin."

Blaise's expression darkened, his anger evident. "What did your stupid brother do anyway?"

His frustration echoed the sentiments of the Slytherins present.

Emma, still grappling with her own frustration but now tinged with a sense of relief, explained, "He used a spell he saw in a book. A book that now, I find out, belongs to Professor Snape."

Blaise's stern gaze lingered on Emma as he asked, "But what were you two doing in the first place?" The weight of his scrutiny demanded an explanation.

Emma hesitated, a brief moment of silence enveloping her. Then, she spoke, her voice steady but laced with an underlying tension, "I followed her. After she saw Katie, she looked... nervous."

Emma's eyes betrayed a hint of concern as she continued, "Then I found her crying in the bathroom. She was saying she was going to fail, that he would kill her."

A collective hush settled over the Slytherins, absorbing the gravity of Octavia's words. Draco, his worry etched on his features, couldn't help but inquire, "Who?"

Emma shook her head, a mix of frustration and confusion clouding her expression. "I don't know. When I wanted to ask if she hexed Katie, if she needed help, she attacked me."

Blaise's eyebrows shot up in disbelief. "Octavia attacked you?"

Emma nodded, her eyes reflecting the remnants of the duel. "We were dueling, and then..."