Emerson Wilmore was an exemplary Ravenclaw student, known for her unwavering dedication to academics and an unyielding moral compass. However, things took a twisted and deviated turn in her life after her boyfriend, Cedric Diggory, was murdered by L...
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Dinner the next night could not have come sooner for Emerson. She did not have any classes with Mattheo on either day, and she deliberately journeyed between her classes with alternate routes and secret passageways to avoid him. She steered clear of him entirely, otherwise she might not have been able to resist doing something in the interim.
Olivia and Emerson ate together amongst the Gryffindors during dinner, in the absence of Fred and George at their side. Emerson's knee was nervously bouncing up and down underneath the Gryffindor table, while her forefinger tapped the wooden surface impatiently.
True to their words, the twins brewed and prepared the hair growing potion, or Long Long Locks, as they referred to it, the night before. It was something they made several times before, so they knew it was perfect and would not fail them. The small potion vial was safely secured in the pocket of her robes, after George slipped it to her earlier during breakfast. She constantly checked her pockets throughout the day to make sure it hadn't accidentally fallen out or gotten lost. The twins promised her that if she managed to slip it into Mattheo's food or drink with success, it would be a night that she would never forget. She didn't want to ruin that possibility because of a simple mistake.
Emerson waited for him, spotting him immediately when he entered the Great Hall. It was halfway through dinner, but it was actually better since nearly everyone was present by this time. He sat down with Enzo, Theo and Blaise, his gaze scouring the room until he spotted Emerson across the room. When their eyes locked, he smirked, a smug glimmer in his eyes.
After that, Emerson avoided looking at him entirely. She spent the most part of the thirty minutes prior to his arrival glancing at the large oak doors, checking for any sign of the Slytherin boy. Now that he was present though, she didn't want to alert him. She didn't want to raise suspicion. She was fearful that he would somehow be able to interpret her expression and read her thoughts, even though it was impossible. She could feel the continuous burning of his glances in her direction, his unyielding gaze fixated on her as it always did while he sat amongst his friends.
It was the middle of dinner, so the Great Hall was bustling, filled with chatter and activity. There were a few teachers sitting at the High Table, completely oblivious to the prank that was about to occur. Fred and George were known for their ingenious pranks and this was no exception.
The distraction was planned to be big, as they intended. They needed to create the maximum amount of chaos so that no one noticed Emerson. Shortly before dinner, the twins quietly made their way to the kitchen. It wasn't hard for them to break into the kitchen, they knew that you had to tickle the pear on the painting since their First-Year. The House-Elves paid no mind to them either, since they frequented the area quite often for late night snacks and party supplies, so it was a straight-forward and smooth ride on their part. Using their considerable wits and magical talents, they strategically placed a magical smoke bomb on each table, hidden underneath the full plates of desserts which would eventually appear. To avoid suspicion, they sat down at the Gryffindor Table just before the main courses disappeared, and were replaced by the dessert platters.
