𝕊𝕙𝕒𝕕𝕠𝕨𝕖𝕕 𝔽𝕒𝕥𝕖𝕤 | (Ravenclaw!OC x Slytherin Boys)

Chapter Six

Warning: Swearing, and a little spice

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"I heard one of the Slytherin dorms got broken into. Did you see who it was, Jewel?"

Twila glances across the breakfast table at the mentioned girl, head heavy with last nights' activities. Her heart flutters with excitement, waiting anxiously to see Mattheo again today. But as she looks at Jewel, she can't help but feel a guilty sensation bubble up in the pit of her stomach. She had told Jewel only a few days ago that her small gestures towards Mattheo meant nothing, but it has surely and quickly grown into something. Would her best friend hate her for hiding a secret like this?

Jewel's un-amused gaze lifts up from her glass of water to instead peer over at Penelope. "No, some of us don't participate in house drama. I'm just practicing my spells in case whoever thinks I'm next." She chuckles.

Penelope groans at her. "But the house drama is the best part! Just last week, one of the Gryffindors tried to use the engorgement charm on- oh shit, Snape's coming. Disperse." Just as she says this, the girls quickly grab their food and rise from the Ravenclaw table before returning back to their own.

Snape trudges past the table, stopping short in front of the last remaining girl who is now surrounded by three empty seats. "Twila." He slowly enunciates.

She sits up straighter, placing her hands in her lap. "Profes-," But then the sound of the bell ringing fills the Hall, dismissing everyone from their breakfast. The students are quick to leave their dirtied plates, which the house elves apparate to and clean up with haste.

Snape glances around the now completely empty table before clearing his voice and continuing. "Actually, Twila, I had something I needed to give to you." She perks up at this, slowly standing from her spot to allow a house elf to swipe her plate, as she watches the man reach into his coat pocket. He directs the paper towards her, which she takes gently, before she glances down to read it; a pass to the restricted section. "I believe it would be beneficial if we were to both research this... subject."

Twila gives him a gentle bow of her head. "Thank you, Professor."

"Now you must understand, this pass will not be used for inappropriate reasons. You are to get the books you need then return to your regular studies. No... 'dilly dallying'." He nasalizes, a grimace growing on his lip from the very phrase. "Am I understood?"

"Yes, Professor Snape." Twila bites back the urge to smile, ideas already growing in her head as to what she might find down there.

"Good. Now, quickly to your next class."

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Twila scurries through the halls with her other classmates until finding herself entering her regular Charms class, where she happily seats herself between Ominis and Celia once again. Professor Flitwick provides his students with a short lecture regarding a passage from their assigned reading, but something is different this time.

Twila's begins to bounce her leg as her nerves begin to fry. This is it. Today must be the day. Then, she finally hears those words she's been dreading for so long.

"Alright, wands up."

Just at the small request, she feels all the excitement and courage she had been working up since arriving on the train simply dissipate into thin air.

The short statured professor makes eye contact with her and clears his throat in an awkward fashion before shuffling his way over. "Miss DeLuna, please come this way." He says quietly. She finds herself sweating as all eyes follow her, watching as she gets seated in the back of the class with her notebook.