ꜰʀᴇᴇꜰᴀʟʟ | ᴍᴀᴛᴛʜᴇᴏ ʀɪᴅᴅʟᴇ & ᴛʜᴇᴏᴅᴏʀᴇ ɴᴏᴛᴛ

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"OH COME ON PLEASE." THEO BEGS, "Just hear me out once."

"Alright, talk." I turn around and look at him with slightly raised eyebrows.

"I'm like really bad at potions so I desperately need your help with the essay Snape assigned."

"Seriously? You're bothering me about an essay?" I chuckle and my stern face drops.

"Obviously! What did you think I wanted?"

"Well I don't know! Cigarettes or some shit." I shrug and he grimaces at me.

How would I have known what he wants?

"You know, you shouldn't even be smoking. Besides, I don't get my fags from you either way."

"You know what the fun thing about that is? You always tell me that but you and Mattheo are the only other two from our group who smoke too."

"We're just looking out for you."

"You're hypocrites. Besides, you shouldn't be caring more about me than yourselves. I'll write your bloody essay for you but I gotta go now, alright."

"You're a lifesaver." He sighs happily.

   "Right and you're an idiot." I wink at him before leaving him stood in the common room.

   Only a few minutes later, I reach the Defense Against the Dark Arts classroom. Moody teaches that shit excuse of a subject.

   "Hey." I utter towards a very tired Blaise, who basically already sleeps on our table.

   "Hi." He yawns while I sit down next to him and take out my books.

   "Have you not slept?"

   "I have, just very little."

   "Why?"

   "Draco kept me awake." He half-heartedly shrugs.

   "Why? Hello I need more. You can't just say that and expect me not to ask anything." I usher him to tell me more.

   He turns his head towards me slightly and looks down while lowering his voice, "Draco's dad told him some stuff about the dark Lord and him coming back and stuff and that just fucked him up mentally."

   "He's coming back?" I utter in shock.

   "We shouldn't talk about this in class." He hushes me before turning his head to the front again.

   The class is still almost empty. Only a few students are here already. I take a look at my watch. 13.57. Class is gonna start soon.

   I look up again and my eyes immediately fix onto Moody's table.

   There's a black pencil. It sort of shimmers silverish. It doesn't seem like a pencil. It doesn't feel like a pencil. Why the fuck does it feel powerful. That makes no bloody sense.

   "Miss Potter, can you give me the answer?" Moody asks and I snap out of my daydream.

   I didn't notice that class already started.

   I look over at him and swallow. I feel tired, "What?" I utter.

   "Do you know the answer?"

   "I-I..." I mumble as my breathing suddenly gets harder. I don't know what is happening right now.

   "Can you tell me, mister Potter?"

   "A patronus charm, professor."

   "Correct."