𝚃𝙾 𝐁𝐄 𝙾𝚁 𝐍𝐎𝐓 𝚃𝙾 𝙱𝙴

̥۪͙۪◌ᴄʜᴀᴘᴛᴇʀ ꜰɪᴠᴇ- ❛ꜰᴇʀʀᴇᴛ❜༉‧₊˚

After waking up in the hospital wing, Celine was not surprised to find that she had again been diagnosed with depression, anxiety, and to her surprise, PTSD.

Must be because of the memories the auror showed me of my parent's death. Celine thought as she walked out from the hospital wing. Madame Pomfrey had reluctantly let her go, with the promise that she would be back after dinner. Grinning, she headed downstairs to get to dinner. She was starving and quite done with the way today went.

She'd just reached the entrance hall, which was packed with people queuing for dinner, when a loud voice rang out.

"Weasley! Hey, Weasley!" The Golden Trio turned around. Draco, Crabbe, and Goyle were standing there, each looking thoroughly pleased about something.

"What?" said Ron shortly.

"Your dad's in the paper, Weasley!" said Draco, brandishing a copy of the Daily Prophet and speaking very loudly, so that everyone in the packed entrance hall could hear. "Listen to this!

FURTHER MISTAKES AT THE MINISTRY OF MAGIC

It seems as though the Ministry of Magic's troubles are not yet at an end, writes Rita Skeeter, Special Correspondent. Recently under fire for its poor crowd control at the Quidditch World Cup, and still unable to account for the disappearance of one of its witches, the Ministry was plunged into fresh embarrassment yesterday by the antics of Arnold Weasley, of the Misuse of Muggle Artefacts Office."

Draco looked up.

"Imagine them not even getting his name right, Weasley. It's almost as though he's a complete nonentity, isn't it?" he crowed. Everyone in the entrance hall was listening now. Malfoy straightened the paper with a flourish and read on:

Arnold Weasley, who was charged with possession of a flying car two years ago, was yesterday involved in a tussle with several Muggle law-keepers ("policemen") over a number of highly aggressive dustbins. Mr. Weasley appears to have rushed to the aid of "Mad-Eye" Moody, the aged ex-Auror who retired from the Ministry when no longer able to tell the difference between a handshake and attempted murder. Unsurprisingly, Mr. Weasley found, upon arrival at Mr. Moody's heavily guarded house, that Mr. Moody had once again raised a false alarm. Mr. Weasley was forced to modify several memories before he could escape from the policemen, but refused to answer Daily Prophet questions about why he had involved the Ministry in such an undignified and potentially embarrassing scene.

"And there's a picture, Weasley!" said Malfoy, flipping the paper over and holding it up. "A picture of your parents outside their house — if you can call it a house! Your mother could do with losing a bit of weight, couldn't she?"

Gasping, Celine looked mortified at Draco. Even though he was quite mad at the Trio for hurting Celine, that still gave him no right to speak about Ronald's maman.

Ron was shaking with fury. Everyone was staring at him.

"Get stuffed, Malfoy," said Harry. "C'mon, Ron. . . ."

"Oh yeah, you were staying with them this summer, weren't you, Potter?" sneered Draco. "So tell me, is his mother really that porky, or is it just the picture?"

"You know your mother, Malfoy?" said Harry — both he and Hermione had grabbed the back of Ron's robes to stop him from launching himself at Draco — "that expression she's got, like she's got dung under her nose? Has she always looked like that, or was it just because you were with her?"

Draco's pale face went slightly pink. "Don't-"

"Stop this right now!" Celine said pushing through the crowd. "Harry, Draco's maman is the nicest lady I've ever met! How dare you insult her?" Celine was outraged. Auntie CIssy was so sweet, and always took care of her when she was younger.