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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It only took Neville a few days before he brought Dumbledore's Army back to life as though it was never dormant for the past 18 months. When Olivia slipped the bag of charmed Galleons back into Elena's hands, she lied with perfect ease and insisted she didn't need the money after all. Elena didn't question it. She just nodded and carried on, and the cover story held in the presence of any potential eavesdroppers.
Now, the coins Emerson worked the Protean Charm into were scattered across the castle, hidden in the pockets and bags of the students who dared to resist. And on this morning, Neville finally used them to send out the message that they were all waiting for.
Walking to Charms class, Emerson's laughter with Olivia died in her throat as a sharp, sudden burn flared against her thigh. It was subtle sensation, not enough to hurt, but enough to shock her into stillness. She stopped mid-step, accidentally making Olivia and Theo nearly collide into her. Her hand instinctively darted into her robes, fingers curling around the warm metal tucked deep in her pocket.
She pulled the Galleon free, heart pounding, and there it was. The shifting numbers were glowing faintly along the edge where the serial number should have been.
Tonight. Room of Requirement.
Her breath caught. For a second, all the air in the corridor felt thin and too light to fill her lungs. A swirl of dread and pride tangled in her chest. Dread, because she knew what this meant and what it would demand of them all. Pride, because it meant they weren't just surviving anymore. They were fighting back.
Her lips parted, and she whispered. "It's happening."
Olivia leaned over her shoulder to read the message, eyes wide. "Oh," She exclaimed quietly in surprise. "Already?" Her hand trembled as she reached into her bag and tugged out her own Galleon for confirmation, staring at the words as though they were carved into her skin.
Theo, walking at her other side, shifted. He unwrapped his arm from Olivia's shoulders, pulling his coin from his pocket. "Well. Looks like your little rebellion's officially back." He glanced between Emerson and Olivia. "You lot really don't know how to stay out of trouble, do you?"
