Emerson Wilmore was an exemplary Ravenclaw student, known for her unwavering dedication to academics and an unyielding moral compass. However, things took a twisted and deviated turn in her life after her boyfriend, Cedric Diggory, was murdered by L...
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The evening sun was spilling golden light through the enchanted ceiling, casting a warm hue across the Great Hall. Dinner had just started, but Emerson wasn't particularly hungry. She sat with her legs crossed beneath the Ravenclaw table, half-heartedly pushing peas around her plate with a fork. Across from her, Olivia was loading her plate with a large piece of lasagne like she hadn't eaten in weeks.
Theo and Enzo were missing from the usual mealtime. They promised Draco they would catch up tonight, probably to talk about Slytherin's upcoming match and whatever cryptic drama Draco was currently spiraling about. Mattheo was nowhere to be seen either. Emerson hadn't seen him since they left Herbology hours ago.
She knew he would show up later.
He always did.
"Merlin, I've missed carbs," Olivia mumbled through a mouthful, eyes fluttering shut in dramatic bliss.
Emerson snorted. "You literally had mashed potatoes two hours ago."
"Not the same, Em," Olivia said, gesturing with her fork. "This is Italian Lasagne. Warm. Emotional."
"I didn't realise pasta was a personality now."
"It is," Olivia replied with a straight face. "It's dependable. Unlike certain Slytherins we know."
Emerson laughed, shaking her head as she leaned forward on her elbows. "Speaking of which..."
Olivia's eyes snapped up, glinting. "Oh, here we go."
Emerson grinned. "I'm supposed to meet Mattheo after dinner for our first Occlumency lesson."
"Oh?" Olivia raised an eyebrow, chewing slowly. "That sounds serious."
"It is serious." Emerson poked a carrot with her fork. "He said that people are going to come for us."
"Sounds like something he'd say," Olivia muttered, taking a sip of pumpkin juice. "Did he also give you one of his little intimidating looks while saying it?"
Emerson tilted her head, feigning thought. "Yeah. That one where his jaw flexes slightly and he pretends he's not dramatic."
Olivia laughed. "Classic Mattheo."
There was a brief pause, and then Olivia narrowed her eyes a little. "Wait. You're going to be alone with him tonight?"
Emerson looked up. "Yes?"
Her best friend leaned forward, lowering her voice with a smirk. "In his dormitory. After hours. While he invades your mind..."
"Oh my God." Emerson covered her face with her hands.
"I'm just saying," Olivia teased. "Are you sure Occlumency is the only thing he's planning on teaching? I take it you'll be working on more than just blocking out dark magic."
