"What happened, Teresa?" Dumbledore's voice was soft. I couldn't force myself to look him in the eye. "I don't know" I whispered. It was the truth. I don't understand why I got so angry, or why I'm always so angry. Ever since... the graveyard.
He sighed, glancing at the other professors. "You understand that I must take extreme measures... right Teresa?" He asked. I nodded, finally looking him in the eye.
I instantly averted my gaze, my courage gone. I'd never seen someone look so disappointed.
"I want to give you something..." he said after a moment.
I raised my eyebrows. That's a bit random? He pulled out a photograph. A simple one. Black and white. It was rock's, in a line. So simply beautiful.
It was a muggle photo, unmoving, frozen. That was one thing I sometimes didn't like about wizard photos. It was both great and terrible.
A wizard photograph captures a beautiful moment in time. But it moves. Its not that one, fantastic, and small moment. I stared at it for a moment. "My punishment, Professor Dumbledore? " I asked timidly.
He sighed, shaking his head. "A month of detention... with Professor Snape" he revealed, I nodded, not to bad. "And, Professor McGonagall has agreed that 175 points is reasonable amount of points" he said. I felt guilt consume me.
"I'm going to get them back" I said, looking him straight in the eye. He smiled, "I don't doubt it." I jumped when the statue moved, revealing non other than the pink toad. "Hem. Hem. I've just written the minister about this brawl. I think expulsion is necessary!" Her voice rang through my ears.
I felt the color drain from my face, he wouldn't really do that... right? "Well, Dolores, though I value your opinion very much, but this is my school. I decide the punishment" Dumbledore smiled. I snorted, though hastily turned it into a cough.
"You may go" he sighed. I got up to leave. "Fine, but I want her to serve detention with me" her voice came again. "If you wish" Dumbledore sighed. I groaned, rushing out of the room.
Almost instantly, I was met by the familiar yell of Draco. I gulped bolting down the corridor. "Teresa! Stop!" I heard him yell, following me. I heard him catching up to me, so I stopped.
"I don't know" I whispered, feeling him right beside me. "We need to talk about this!" He held up my letter. He had fixed it. No sign of being ripped besides a small line.
"Theres nothing to talk about" I whispered.
"You know what?!" After he said that, I was lifted up and thrown over his shoulder.
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Oxygen |Draco Malfoy|
ФанфикForgotten and neglected. That's all she's ever known. Forgotten by those she needed most, neglected by those she didn't. I hate to say that I am one of many who watched her drown, when I could have done something. You see, when you come across a bro...
