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 castle air was brisk with the bite of late January, as Emerson and Olivia crossed the courtyard on their way to lunch after being at the Owlery so Olivia could send a letter to her parents. Snow still clung to the edges of the stone paths as winter began to ease, trodden down by the footsteps of students rushing to the warmth of the Great Hall.
They were laughing about something Theo said in Transfiguration earlier in the week. It was some joke involving a dancing goblet and Professor McGonagall's unamused glare, when they saw Ginny.
She was sprinting toward them from the direction of the staircases, her hair a wild curtain of flame. It was clear something was terribly wrong, her face pale and panicked. The second she caught sight of Emerson and Olivia, she skidded to a halt, nearly colliding with them.
"Ginny—?" Olivia asked in concern. "What's wrong?"
"You don't look good, are you okay-?"
"It's Ron," Ginny's voice cracked as she cut them off. She didn't have time to waste. "He's—he's been poisoned."
"What?" Emerson's stomach plummeted at her words. "Where is he?"
"Hospital Wing," Ginny's voice trembled as tears welled in her eyes. "Madam Pomfrey said he'll be okay but—I didn't know who else to tell—I just—I thought you'd want to know."
"Let's go," Emerson said without hesitation and the three of them broke into a sprint towards the Hospital Wing.
The corridors blurred past in a haze of panic and confusion. Emerson's mind was racing. She couldn't believe it. The truth didn't make sense, not in any way that felt real. She only just saw him in the corridor the day before, making sarcastic remarks to Harry about Slughorn's taste in sweets. Who on earth would've poisoned Ron, unless it was an accident?
The Hospital Wing doors creaked open to reveal a tense and quiet room lit with soft, golden lamplight. The sterile smell of potions and healing draughts met them, as they burst through the doors.
