𝐌𝐀𝐃𝐍𝐄𝐒𝐒, Hermione Granger

06; Quirrell gets tormented by Reyna

06; quirrell gets tormented by reyna
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"How is everything progressing?" Asked Quirrell on a bleak and cloudy afternoon, flipping through files and papers on his desk whilst Reyna stared out of the window.

The old rat had kept her behind in lesson under the pretext of 'tutoring her since her grade was atrocious and it hurt to look at'. She watched as Potter nearly got decapitated by a bludger on the flat panes of grass below her. She snorted lightly and placed her chin in her hand.

"Stone? I just asked you something."

"You know......" said Reyna, totally ignoring him. "I'm glad you've dropped the stutter act with me. I probably would have thrown myself off the astronomy tower...."

"Stone."

"So tell me....... Have you always worn the turban to hide your bald head or is this just a........ y'know temporary thing?"

"Are you always this insufferable?" Quirrell asked exasperated.

"Sorry, I didn't hear you." Reyna turned to face him, her voice dripping with sarcasm. "What did you say?"

"Forget it."

"Fine."

"Fine."

"Fine!"

Quirrell slammed his hand onto the desk. "Stop with your stupid, little, idiotic games, you fool!"

Reyna raised an eyebrow. "Is using that many insults in a row an attempt to seem better than me?" She leaned forward. "Nobody's better than me. Get over it, baldy."

"Go to hell."

"Tsk tsk. What would Dumbledore think if he heard you talk to a student in this way? Also, how can I go to hell I'm the queen of hell? Ha!"

The man rolled his eyes. "You're the bane of my existence."

Reyna fought the urge to scoff at him. He was a truly pathetic excuse for a man, and if he wasn't hosting her Dark Lord on the back of his head, his head would have been long decapitated from his neck. "Anyway, going back to that first thing you said....... I think I have something."

At this, Quirrell dropped the stack of papers and stared at her with wide eyes, beckoning her to continue.

"I've been doing research on Cerberus. I haven't found a way to get rid of it yet, but I've read that music might put it to sleep."

"Anything else?"

"Impatient much." She huffed. "Have you been drinking the unicorn blood?" When he nodded, she continued. "If we manage to get the stone by Halloween, the Dark Lord will be strong enough to drink the elixir of life, and then bam! We get him back and I become his right-hand woman!"

Quirrell spluttered. "What about me!?"

Reyna eyed him. "I don't like you so I prefer not to include you when I imagine my dreams."

"So, Halloween?"

"Oh yes," she grinned. "I have the perfect plan for that."