„Oh, my dear..." (Mattheo Riddle ff)

how unfair Hogwarts is... (2)

M.R.

,,Come on, sit your ass down." Phersephone mumbled, pulling out her wand. 

Grunting through my bleeding nose, I climbed up the benches and sat down on the Ravenclaw table. The great hall was completely empty, not a soul to be seen. It was completely silent. 

Phersephone stepped in front of me, gently tilting up my chin with her left hand. With the other, she slowly moved her wand around my nose, whispering quiet healing spells. Closing my eyes, I leaned into her touch, feeling the pain in my nose slowly fade away. 

,,Who would have guessed Weasley had such a punch..." she chuckled, putting her wand away. 

I scoffed and winced slightly, when she started to carefully wipe the blood off my face with a tissue. ,,He's a bitch..."

,,Runs in the family, most likely." she gave back, gently wiping under my eyes and over my nose. 

,,But I threw Potter a good one, after all." I muttered, looking down at her. 

Chuckling again, she wiped the rest of the blood away. ,,Yes, my dear, I saw that." She put the tissue in my hand, so I could get the blood off my knuckles. 

,,But now, you've gotten both of us in a lot of trouble.." she sighed, brushing her thumb over my cheek. I looked up and back into her eyes. 

She was right. I threw the first punch at Potter, I started the fight. I got us in even more trouble. 

,,I'm sorry, love..." I whispered. ,,I just... He was talking such bullshit about you, and... I couldn't..."

Sighing deeply, she kept her hand on my cheek as I leaned my forehead against hers. For a good moment, we just stayed quiet. Her fingers traced over my face, I and felt my heartbeat finally starting to slow down significantly. 

Without really thinking about it, I slowly leaned in further and further, until our faces were just about an inch away from each other. 

I glanced down at Phersephone's lips, but in the last moment before they would have touched mine, she pulled away a little. 

,,You have a cut lip too..." she whispered, reaching up to gently touch my bottom lip with her thumb. 

Reaching up, I gently took her hand in mine.

,,It's nothing..." I muttered, putting the dirty tissue in my pocket, but feeling something else. 

,,Draco's and Luna's chocolate frog..." Phersephone said, climbing up the bench to sit next to me on the table. ,,Didn't get crushed?" 

,,Nope..." I mumbled, opening the little blue paper box and pulling out the card from underneath the frog.  

,,And? Who did you get?" she asked.

I handed her the card. ,,Aretha Ginery..."

To my surprise, she gasped softly. ,,Oh my god, that woman is such an icon!" She turned the card around and read the back with visble exitement. 

Chuckling at her sudden interest, I leaned in to sneak a look at the card. ,,What makes her so special?" 

Phersephone turned the card back around to the picture side. ,,Aretha Elizabeth Ginery was a famos witch in the 18th century. She was known for her amazing kitchen magic and cooking spell skills." 

,,And... what exactly makes her so iconic?"

She chuckled. ,,She married four times. Her first three very rich husbands all died after one year of marriage, leaving her a shit load of money. Rumors are, she poisoned them with her signature dish, a magical carrot cake, because they abused her. Only her fourth husband survived, and they lived happily ever after."