That Goddamn Twinkle - ENZO BERKSHIRE

࣪𖤐 Y5 | 16 . the prophecy

➵ THE PROPHECY- TAYLOR SWIFT
'Please, I've been on my knees, change the prophecy.'

Rory wracked her brain for answers as she read the question on her History of Magic exam. Where did the first Goblin rebellion take place? She had read this a million times when studying it so why on earth couldn't she remember now?

She looked up from her desk, her gaze catching on Umbridge. The headmistress stood at the very front of the great hall, smiling at the students. Everybody in that room knew that smile was as fake as it gets. Umbridge didn't care about a single one of her students. At least Dumbledore cared about a few.

Rory looked at the clock, panic washing over her. She had five minutes left and six questions to answer. She sighed with frustration and went onto the next question. What year was the Werewolf Code of Conduct induced?

Rory's jaw tensed. She hated learning about werewolves in school. Even though nobody was, she always felt like all eyes were on her. It always made her shuffle in her seat or rub her neck as an uncomfortable response.

Luckily for her though, she actually knew this answer. '1637' she wrote underneath the question. Feeling proud of herself, she moved onto the next page.

However, she heard a loud noise in the distance. She heard it before anyone else— the full moon only being two days ago. Rory turned her head toward the back of the hall. Enzo followed her gaze, his eyebrows low.

Then, more people started to turn around. It was getting louder. Umbridge's expression morphed into confusion in an instant. She began walking down the hall, struggling to keep her composure as everyone stared.

"What is that?" Enzo whispered from the seat in the row next to her.

Rory shrugged, "Not a clue."

The great hall doors swung open and Umbridge took a step out, poking her head round. Rory squinted to get a better look— were those sparks?

She sat up higher, not being able to see awfully well over Ron's head. The sparks darted around Umbridge's face as she tried to get away from it. The sizzling noise could only be heard faintly— but Rory heard it loud and clear.

Then, the spark flew into the hall and erupted into a tiny blue firework with a pop. Everyone broke into smiles, not having a clue what was going on. Umbridge stepped further, determined to find who did this.

Rory vaguely heard the sound of whizzing broomsticks and laughter. "Broomsticks— the twins!" Rory laughed when she heard Fred go "Ready, George?", and George reply with "Ready, Fred."

Then, the twins flew into the hall on (as Rory predicted) two broomsticks. They threw firecrackers and flew all of the students' papers into the air. The hall blew up with fireworks, colours flooding the ceiling. Everyone stood up— some people even cheering.

They threw dozens of fireworks, each one as loud as the next. Rory laughed with Enzo, not taking her eyes off the ceiling.

"Wicked." Ron grinned.

One landed on Draco's face, covering him in ash. Rory scoffed and burst into laughter. If that wasn't karma, she didn't know what was.

The twins high-fived as they watched their chaos unfold before them. Umbridge was as stressed out as she'd ever been. She strutted through the hall, anger boiling threw her veins as she ducked underneath the fireworks.

Filch had also entered the chaos now, ready for Umbridge's orders. "Ready when you are!" one of the twins shouted. Rory thought it was Fred— but they sounded so similar it was hard to tell.