Angel of spring ✩ HP

𝚈𝟹 ࿐ 𝙲𝚒𝚟𝚒𝚕 𝚋𝚎𝚝𝚠𝚎𝚎𝚗 𝚜𝚗𝚘𝚠𝚏𝚒𝚐𝚑𝚝𝚜

ᴀɴɢᴇʟ ᴏꜰ ꜱᴘʀɪɴɢ - 𝙮𝙚𝙖𝙧 𝙩𝙝𝙧𝙚𝙚

The air inside the Great Hall thicks with anxiety and speculation as students from every house cluster together, their whispers filling the vast space like a swarm of murmuring bees. The enchanted ceiling above reflects the stormy night outside, dark clouds swirling ominously as if mirroring the collective unease. Angel and Kate Nott enter the hall.

"Did you hear?" Amelia Roberts approaches the two, whispering, her eyes wide with a mixture of fear and excitement. "They say Sirius Black was spotted in the castle."

Of course they heard. Angel can't stop thinking about her father's recent warning about Sirius Black, the peculiar notion that Black might be after her makes her uneasy. And she can't shake the idea that her father might be hiding something.

She needs to find out what's behind this.

Kate nods, her face set in a mask of calm curiosity. "We heard. The Fat Lady's portrait was slashed."

Almost before the Nott finishes her sentence, Amelia seems to notice someone else near them with her gaze, and she quickly runs towards them to make sure they know about it too.

Meanwhile, the two best friends make their way to the Slytherin section, they spot Draco Malfoy standing with a group of his usual friends. Draco's pale face is lit with a smug sort of glee, clearly relishing the drama of the situation.

"Quite the commotion, isn't it?" Draco speaks to his sister when they arrive near them.

Angel raises an eyebrow at him. "Quite. Though I don't see what's so amusing about a madman loose in the castle." 

Draco shrugs, his smirk unwavering. "It's just interesting, that's all. Everyone's in a panic. I'm impatient to see Potter's face." He scoffs at the thought, and Angel narrow her eyes. Has he just forgotten she might also be in danger? Or is he just playing cool in front of his friends?

The second one is more likely.

Pansy Parkinson, standing next to Draco, leans in slightly. "They're searching the entire castle for Black. You think they'll find anything?"

The group falls into a low, conspiratorial conversation, matching everyone's conversations in the hall, their voices blending with the buzz around them. Angel's eyes flicker across the room, taking in the sea of anxious faces. The sense of tension is palpable, a stark contrast to the usual cheer of the Great Hall.

As her fellows speak, she easily notices the Weasley twins strode in through the huge doors, their expressions a mix of curiosity and bravado. And of course, Fred and George, always the center of attention, are already cracking jokes, their presence a small portion of normalcy in the midst of chaos.

"Looks like we're all in for a sleepover!" Fred calls out, earning a few nervous chuckles from the Gryffindors nearby.

"Hope you brought your pajamas, everyone!" George adds quickly.

Angel exchanges a look with Kate, rolling her eyes slightly. "Leave it to the Weasleys to make light of everything." she mutters.

Turning her attention back to the twins, she catches sight of Harry Potter. His face is pale, his eyes wide and alert. Beside him, Hermione looks determined, her brows furrowed in concentration, while Ron appears jittery, his gaze darting around the hall.

As the Gryffindors pass by, Draco can't resist a sneer. "Scared, Potter? I suppose it's you who he came here looking for, after all."

Harry stops, his jaw tightening. "Shut it, Malfoy." he snaps, his voice low but intense.