Wickedly Yours

Part 70

The castle halls were buzzing with the excitement of Halloween approaching. Candles flickered in every corner, casting a warm orange glow that hinted at the festive atmosphere soon to engulf Hogwarts. 

You and Sloane had decided to get into the spirit, not just by throwing on a pair of matching black cat ears but by coming up with a mischievous little project for Divination that involved the entire Slytherin house.

The two of you stood near the door to the study hall, a table set up in front of you. In the center of the table was an old-school origami fortune teller—the kind that required participants to pick a number, a color, and then a symbol. You had both designed the symbols to reveal something playful and surprising—underneath each flap was the name of a Hogwarts professor, representing their supposed "favorite."

"Come on, you know you're curious!" Sloane called out in a sing-song voice, waving at a group of Slytherin students entering the hall. "Who's your favorite professor? Let the magic decide!"

She was met with laughs and a few rolled eyes, but most couldn't resist the chance to participate. After all, you were giving out pieces of candy for each person who joined in, and the sight of you and Sloane in your matching cat ears was too tempting to pass up.

One by one, the students came over, drawn in by your playful teasing and promises of sweets. You would hand over the fortune teller, watching as they picked a number, a color, and then a symbol, trying not to smirk when they lifted the flap to see the name of a professor like Sprout or McGonagall. Some of the boys groaned when it landed on Professor Sprout, while others grinned when they saw Snape's name.

"Come on, Avery," you teased one of the Slytherin boys who was eyeing the fortune teller skeptically. "What's the harm in knowing who your favorite professor is?"

He raised an eyebrow, smirking as he approached the table. "Fine, but only because you look ridiculous in those ears."

You grinned, handing him the folded paper. "Pick a number."

"Seven."

You opened and closed the fortune teller, counting to seven, then held it open. "Now, pick a color."

"Green," he said, grinning.

You flipped the flaps to reveal the four symbols and waited for him to choose one. "Which symbol speaks to you, Avery?"

He studied them for a second before picking the crescent moon. You lifted the flap, hiding your grin as you revealed the name underneath.

"And your favorite professor is... Professor Sprout!" you announced, trying to keep a straight face.

Avery groaned, snatching a piece of candy from the bowl. "Yeah, right. If anyone asks, I'm sticking with Snape."

Sloane giggled next to you, winking at Avery. "Don't be shy. You're secretly a Sprout fan, and we all know it now."

As more students came through, you both dutifully recorded their results on a sheet of parchment, pretending this was a serious Divination project—though in reality, you were just looking for patterns, percentages, and seeing how many would actually land on Snape's name.

Midway through the process, you felt a familiar presence looming in the doorway, and when you looked up, there he was—Severus Snape, his dark robes billowing around him as he approached. His expression was unreadable, but there was a flicker of amusement in his eyes as he took in the sight of you and Sloane in your cat ears, handing out candy.

"Miss Riddle. Miss Montclair," he greeted in that smooth, low voice of his. "What, may I ask, are you two doing?"

You could feel Sloane vibrating with barely contained laughter beside you as you held up the fortune teller. "It's a Divination project, Professor. We're using this fortune teller to collect data on who each student's favorite professor is."