Sadie Carter hated summer.
The heat, the humidity, the stickiness of skin that glues thighs to seats and dampens hair two shades darker—she loathed it. Sure, the electrifying storms and lashings of violent, cool rain were a blessing and a pleasure to watch, but those days came by so rarely—so instead, Sadie was stuck with sweltering heat and dry throats and chafing on her limbs.
Most of her life, Sadie could put up with the summer. She tried to make the most of it; sucking on ice lollies, wandering through the mismatched stalls of antique markets, skipping through fields of wildflowers as she searched for magical oddities with Pandora Rosier, or going to the local muggle theatre to catch a horror film with Theodore Stirling. She made do; she found peace in knowing that cool winds and fresh rain were soon to come, washing away the sweat and heaviness of the heat.
But, that only applied to her past summers, forever gone and buried in the depths of her memory.
Sadie Carter used to tolerate summer; now, she hated it.
Because this last summer was the apocalypse.
Fingers were pointed; allegations were flung with the ferocity of an accuser outrunning their own accusations. A whorl of disappointed eyes, pursed lips, blossoming flowers, rosy cheeks stained with tears, and melting ice sent Sadie stumbling, winter slipping into spring as she struggled to stand, struggled to lift her eyes and face the monster she had created staring back at her in the mirror.
Sadie was not a liar, nor was she one to hide from the truth. But with a shattered halo ripped from her temples and broken wings dangling from bloody shoulder blades, it took all of Sadie's fragile willpower to stand before the Wizengamot and pay witness to the consequences of her stupid, stupid actions.
The Wizengamot, with eyes like black pools flooded with eternal judgement and ancient pride, gave Sadie's sentence with a rumble like thunder after three days on trial at the Ministry of Magic.
There were four conditions she was to adhere by, lest she want to spend the next ten years of her youth staring at the black stone of an Azkaban cell wall:
1. Sadie Carter would attend monthly meetings with a magical counsellor to monitor her well-being whilst at Hogwarts for a twelve-month period.
2. Sadie Carter was not to have access to her wand outside of class times; her Head of House would take responsibility for it during free periods and personal hours.
3. Sadie Carter was forbidden to take part in any extra-curricular activities whilst at Hogwarts.
4. Sadie Carter, under Britian's magical law, was banned from ever speaking to Anthony Shaw again; by the form of written word, spoken, or otherwise.
Stand before us again, the Wizengamot had growled like a pompous god, And we shall not be as kind.
A flame had flickered out behind her deadened gaze as a bland, grateful smile split her cracked lips, her body in the courtroom but her mind in elsewhere in an attempt at strengthening her fading grip on her sanity. Thank you for your consideration, she would chorus, her voice an unfamiliar and estranged thing. Thank you for your mercy.
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