ᴛᴏ ʙᴇ ʜɪꜱ (ʜᴘ x ꜰᴇᴍ! ʀᴇᴀᴅᴇʀ)

Y3 જ⁀➴ Wizard Chess in the Common Room

The feast at the Great Hall was like any other year - full of roast turkeys, chips and gravy, roast beef and chicken, shepherd's pie, Cornish pastries, and much more. 

Harry, Hermione, Ron, and I all sit on the Gryffindor table, it's decorations bold red and sparkly gold.

As it turns out - the professor on the train was our new Defence Against the Dark Arts teacher. 

A golden goblet sat infront of me, along with a plate, and fancy cutlery. I began plating myself turkey and stew, making sure to add cranberry sauce and gravy.

A frail but surprisingly strong voice speaks behind me. "Celeste - may I steal you for a second?". I turn around, only to face Minerva McGonagall. I look at my friends. All I get back in return are some raised eyebrows and nods. 

"Yes, of course, professor." I say, and leave my seat to stand by her side.

"Please, follow me."

Professor McGonagall leads me out of the Great Hall, past students who look up at me and whisper. I shoot them a nasty look - it's none of their business. Once we pass through the doors into an emptier corridor, she faces me.

"(Y/N), I have been informed that you used magic on the train, and you realise that all magic outside of Hogwarts is prohibited until the age of seventeen?"

I suck in a breath. I look down at my shoes, and back at her frail face. "Who told you, professor?"

"Celeste."

"Sorry, professor."

I stay silent for a few seconds, thinking of who to yell at once I get back into the Great Hall. "Celeste? You will tell me if this is true or not" The grey-haired woman orders. 

I debate on whether or not to tell her the truth - what could this cause? Being banned from Hogwarts? Court? I take in another breath, my hands slightly sweating. 

"Yes, professor, I'm sorry, professor." I whisper. 

She looks at me disappointingly. "And may I ask why?"

"The dementor."

She pauses, and studies my expression. Trying to find a hint of a lie - but I told the truth, and if there is nothing to worry about, why do I feel my throat slowly closing up?

It's silent for a while. 

"I will let you off this time, Celeste. But do not expect me to be so forgiving if this happens again."

I beam at her and clap my hands together. "Thank you! Thank you so much, Minnie!"

"It's professor McGonagall, for you."

I smile at her, and as I leave, I could have sworn that I got one in return.  

I walk back to my table in the Great Hall. I pass the Slytherin table, only to find Malfoy looking at me and laughing. So it was you, bleach boy? I stop next to the table, and glare daggers at him. 

"Oh no! Is Celeste going back to America? Maybe because she got banned from Hogwarts? What a shame."

"Put a sock in it, Malfoy."

"Oooh!" I hear some of the other Slytherins mock. I roll my eyes at them.

"My father will hear about this-"

"What? A father that doesn't even like you?"

"Be quiet, Celeste, your father-"