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 late morning sun filtered through the high windows of the corridor, casting a warm golden light on the stone walls as Emerson and Olivia made their way toward Muggle Studies for their next class. Their robes fluttered softly with each step, and the halls, for once, weren't too crowded as they manoeuvred through. It was a rare moment of calm in the Hogwarts chaos.
"Alright," Olivia exclaimed, tugging her bag higher on her shoulder. "Be honest. Do you think we actually have a chance against Slytherin this weekend?"
Emerson glanced at her, raising a brow. "In Quidditch? Depends. Are we allowed to use illegal spells midair?"
Olivia laughed, bumping her lightly with her shoulder. "Come on. We've got Davies and Cho. That's at least some skill on our side."
"Sure," Emerson shrugged, but she knew it was a futile suggestion with their opponents. "But they've got Mattheo, Theo, and Enzo. That's muscle, strategy, and chaos."
Olivia snorted. "Enzo is truly chaos."
"Unpredictable chaos," Emerson nodded, amused. "He flies like he's trying to make the game interesting for death itself."
"Honestly," Olivia laughed, eyes twinkling, "I'm pretty sure he flies better without a game plan. It must drive Pucey insane."
Emerson smirked. "That's what makes him terrifying."
They turned the corner toward the spiral staircase, slowing their pace as the subject shifted naturally.
"Mattheo's going to play like his life depends on it," Emerson added.
Olivia hummed knowingly. "Well, it kind of does. You know what he's like. Losing isn't exactly in his vocabulary, especially when you're watching."
"It is," Emerson corrected dryly. "Right next to tantrum and brooding."
Olivia burst into laughter, stopping briefly at the base of the stairs. "You say that like you don't secretly love it."
"I never said I didn't," Emerson said without missing a beat.
They smiled at each other.
As they climbed the stairs, Olivia asked, "Has he been weird? I mean—more weird than usual?"
Emerson blinked. "Not really. A little more... Distracted, maybe."
