"Caput Draconis!" Scarlett exclaimed impatiently, as she looked at the woman in pink before her. The woman in the portrait had been ignoring her for the past ten minutes, and Scarlett was beginning to worry that she had the wrong password. She knew Will would never mess around with her by giving her an incorrect password, but she couldn't help but wonder if he had simply forgotten the new password and had told her the old one instead.
"I heard you the last time, Miss Granger," the pink lady replied as she dabbed a handkerchief to her eyes.
"No one has the time to listen to my beautiful voice," she cried miserably as she continued, "Always in a hurry... always barking orders at dear old me..."
"Er Miss Pink Lady, I promise I'll come back and listen to you sing some other time," Scarlett promised.
"My friend, Jack Lupin is feeling a bit under the weather, and I got some warm soup for him which is turning cold... So, um if you don't mind can you please let me in?" She patted to the sling bag beside her, as to make a point that she was telling the truth when the lady in the portrait gasped loudly.
"Oh dear, why didn't you say that before? Silly girl! off you go then," she ushered, as the portrait door flung open. Scarlett sighed in relief and quickly thanked her. She was about halfway into the Gryffindor common room when she rushed back to the talking portrait.
"What is it Miss Granger, have you forgotten your books in the library again?"
"If you don't mind me asking, can you tell me your name? Calling you Pink Lady sounds mean to my ears."
For a moment, Scarlett wished she hadn't really said anything as she watched all the colour drain from the lady's face. She was either too startled or too upset, and Scarlett prayed that she hadn't ticked her off, "I'm Sorry, you don't have to say anything if you don't want to. I'll get out of your way."
"No, no my dear," the lady smiled, as she recovered from her trance, "You can call me the Fat Lady, just like everyone else."
"The Fat Lady? Why would anyone call you that?" Scarlett demanded as anger coursed through her veins.
The lady in pink chuckled as she waved at herself as if to say that it was a very obvious thing for someone like her.
"That's bloody awful! You're telling me, that EVERYONE in the castle calls you the- the," Scarlett cringed as she couldn't even get herself to say the words.
"The Fat Lady, yes."
Scarlett stared at the woman for a long time, before tearing her gaze away from her. "I won't," she declared, "And if you're not going to tell me your name, I'll just call you Miss Pink."
"As you wish, Miss Granger," smiled Miss Pink, "Now, you better run along, I bet that soup of yours is getting cold."
Scarlett blinked in surprise as her grip tightened around her bag. She had almost forgotten about why she was here, she looked up and nodded, "See you later, Miss Pink." With that, Scarlett absentmindedly walked straight towards the boys dormitory without noticing the questioning glances she had been receiving from Ron Weasley and Harry Potter ever since she had stepped into the common room.
"Where do you think you're going?" Ron called after her, but Scarlett wasn't paying attention.
"A bloody menace is what she is." Grumbled Ron, as he stood up from his chair, "First she calls us out for asking her about the wretched three-headed dog, now she's going up our dorm. Who does she think she is?"
Harry shrugged, "Maybe she's going to check up on Jack."
Ron raised an eyebrow at him, "Why? It isn't like they're friends or anything."
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The Lost Prophecy | Year One
FanfictionWhen a strange man in a brown coat shows up unannounced at Mr. and Mrs. White's house, their life takes an unexpected turn. Never had they imagined that the stories and tales they had heard growing up were real. That they were not just myths and leg...
