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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In the aftermath of the Love Potion Incident, a title Olivia had very dramatically given it, complete with exaggerated hand gestures and mock-serious expressions, the castle was absolutely buzzing although slightly less than it was about Emerson and Mattheo.
Word spread like wildfire through Hogwarts by Friday evening, helped along by a few gleeful Fourth Years who caught the tail-end of Enzo shoving Blaise out of the way like he was a dusty curtain blocking his path to true love.
Draco, much to no one's surprise, spent the entire night actively avoiding entire hallways in full ferret-mode avoidance. He refused to acknowledge Enzo in any capacity, and reportedly turned on his heel and disappeared into a broom cupboard when he spotted him near the library. Blaise, on the other hand, thought the entire thing was "iconic" and "brilliant theatre," and was actively making bets on how long it would take before Draco accidentally hexed himself mid-escape.
And Enzo? Well... He survived. Barely.
To his credit, he handled it with an impressively thin thread of dignity.
He didn't murder Mattheo or Theo, though it wasn't for lack of temptation. Especially when he returned to his dormitory to find a sketch on his nightstand of him and Draco riding a unicorn, their robes dramatically flowing in the wind. It was signed, "With love, your cupids. x Theo & Matty."
Enzo stormed into the Slytherin Common Room, wielding a pillow and an empty pumpkin juice bottle like weapons, chasing Theo around the room while Mattheo barely moved from the couch, laughing like he was just given the best gift of his life.
"You're both dead to me!" Enzo shouted, swinging the bottle in Theo's direction.
"You're welcome!" Theo wheezed between breaths. "You said I needed to find healthier hobbies!"
"I meant QUILLS or KNITTING, you lunatic—not romantic sabotage! I had to apologise to Draco with tears in my eyes at dinner!"
Mattheo, grinning, simply mumbled, "Still healthier than Firewhiskey."
And somehow, that was the thing that made Enzo pause... Sigh... and groan into his hands.
Because despite all the chaos and how humiliating as it was, a small part of him knew they were right. About everything. They were all trying. In their own, deeply dysfunctional and wildly chaotic way. They were trying to be better. Less self-destructive. Less numb. More... Present.
Even if it involved spiked drinks and public declarations of love.
So, no. Enzo didn't kill them.
But he did enchant their bedsheets to scream in Draco's voice that night.
And honestly, that felt like justice.
Emerson was just glad it all ended without actual hexes flying or detentions (thanks to Snape ultimately believing Mattheo's last-minute story about "a botched perfume charm" and not pushing further).
