She sat in charms class. Trying her best to freeze the little feather that sat on her desk. She did not understand why it was so difficult for her, she'd read the theory over the weekend multiple times, and practised the perfect pronunciation. But it was not working.
Ariel next to her was the same, whispering 'Glacius' almost exasperatedly to get it right. Professor Flitwick stood before the room, "Focus class" he told them, voice gentle, melodic. He began to make his rounds, stepping down from his stool to walk around the wooden steps of the class. Peers gripping their wands, repeating the word over and over, "Not strong, make it sweep over it".
"Miss Lestrange, miss Lestrange no no" He said kindly when he stepped beside her, "You must do this figure with the wand" He moved his for her to see, "Like so". She was doing the exact same thing, why was she wrong? "And don't forget to flick right".
She furrowed her brows, tried once more but failed. Lilianne huffed, trying it again under the gaze of the small professor. It was the fourth time that she made the feather cold, looking hopefully at Flitwick, for him to nod proudly and tell her to continue.
She spent a good ten minutes, doing and redoing the spell. Getting her hand used to the movement and then helping Ariel achieve her own frozen feather.
Class had finally finished, successfully so and a pleased Lilianne was walking out. Among the murmurs of her classmates, "You!" she heard behind her, making her abruptly turn around. A redheaded girl was soon walking her way from the other end of the corridor, "Cruel, vindictive, freaking SNAKE!" she yelled. What on earth had Weasley this way she had no idea, she had not even seen her at all that day.
"Let's go" Ariel said, grabbing her wrist but just then Ginny crashed into them with force, making them stumble. "They took my wand, you told them to, didn't you snake?" She pushed the brunette with force, "But bad's on you, I can still use my fists" she pulled at her arm harshly.
"What the hell is your problem!?" Ariel screamed at her as Lilianne blinked the confusion away to try and get as far away from the girl as possible. It was that interval in between classes, where Hogwarts' pupils moved about to their next classroom, most this time though, were particularly interested in the screaming girls. "Shut up! She sent them on me!" Weasley said strongly, gripping her arm as Lestrange tried freeing herself from the redhead's grasp.
"What are you talking about?!" Lilianne said, cursing herself for leaving her wand in her satchel, that now laid on the dusty floor. "Don't play dumb" Ginny grabbed her shoulders, shaking her as she started to yell.
"Weasley let go of her!" Ariel pointed her wand at her, ready to curse the Gryffindor to free her friend. "You think you can hit me without hurting her Tichborne! You're not that good a shot" Ginny smirked as Lily's first impulse was to push her away with all her strength, erasing the smirk from her face.
Ginny went after her, now grabbing hold of her long hair, pulling at it. Lilianne screamed again as the tumult around them grew, "Weasley last warning!" Ariel said with her veins popping. Ginny was right, if she shot a spell, there was a 50/50 chance it would hit Lily instead.
So she huffed in vexation, throwing her wand on the floor as she grabbed hold of the redhead's hair to pull at her too. By now, the corridor was packed, multiple students just standing there to watch them fight. Bloody cowards. "Girls!" Corine gasped, shoving people to get to the front of the circle. Just like Ariel, she could not use her wand to separate them, she was just getting out of Transfiguration class when she heard the scandal and almost ran to get there.
The three girls were still fighting, Ginny had slapped Lilianne, who was now less passive and was pulling on the girl just to let go of the frustration of being hit like that. Ariel was directly hitting Ginny whenever she had the chance.
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ALLURING || D.M.
FanfictionWith the recent escape of someone's father, things start to change. Dark times approach and people are bound to take action. There are expectations to fill and last names to uphold, there are also teenagers who are forced to grow, face their terrors...
