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 afternoon sun dipped low over the Black Lake, the water glinting with gold as it caught the last warmth of autumn. A breeze stirred the edges of Emerson's book, tugging faintly at the parchment, but she hardly noticed. Her eyes scanned another brittle page on dark curses, every line about destructive bindings and irreparable hexwork sinking like lead into her stomach.
Beside her, Olivia was sprawled out with Theo's head resting comfortably in her lap. Her fingers threaded lazily through his brown hair, twirling strands and occasionally tugging playfully just to watch his lips twitch in protest. Theo had a book open too. It's margins were already littered with loose pieces of parchment with notes in his precise handwriting, but his focus was wavering. It was caught somewhere between Olivia's touch and the brittle parchment in front of him. To anyone passing, they looked oddly peaceful, as though the war wasn't pressing in on them from all sides.
Enzo, was a different picture entirely. He muttered various curse words under his breath, quill scratching furiously as he tried to finish his Herbology essay which looked more like a battlefield than an academic piece. The smudges of ink were dotting the parchment where swore to himself and crossed something out.
"Still on that essay, Enzo?" Emerson asked without looking up from her book.
"Still on it, still doomed by it," He grumbled bitterly. "Don't act like Sprout won't roast me alive if I hand it in late."
"You'll survive," Theo said lazily from Olivia's lap. "She likes you."
"Not enough to excuse a missing essay," Enzo groaned.
"Merlin's beard, Enzo, calm down," Olivia teased, not lifting her gaze from Theo's hair. She was in complete awe. "It's just Sprout."
"Are you serious Liv? She's bloody going to hang me alive for this," He complained, clutching at his hair like a mad man.
"You deserve it," Theo murmured without looking up. "You had a week to write it."
"I was busy," Enzo shot back, indignant.
Theo snorted, catching Olivia's eye. "You were off gallivanting last night instead of writing it, weren't you?"
That earned Theo an exaggerated glare from Enzo. "Gallivanting? Do I look like the sort of bloke who gallivants?"
"Yes," Olivia and Theo replied in unison. Emerson even hummed in agreement behind her book, lips twitching. There were many nights nowadays where Enzo went missing from their usual group.
Enzo jabbed his quill toward them in mock offense. "None of you know what you're talking about."
Olivia smirked, finally glancing up. "Then what were you doing?"
He hesitated, then smirked. "Important business."
Theo rolled his eyes. "Translation: something idiotic."
