Callidora Nott has always known exactly what is expected of her.
As the daughter of one of Britain's oldest pure-blood families, her future has already been carefully planned; alliances, power, and a life shaped by tradition she never chose. At home...
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Rumours and Emotional Conflicts
The Great Hall fell quiet in stages.
First the candles went out.
Then the chatter slowly faded into whispers as students crawled into their purple sleeping bags across the stone floor.
Above them, the enchanted ceiling rolled with heavy clouds.
Calli leaned against the wall near one of the exits, arms folded as she kept watch. Being a prefect meant Percy had stationed her there like a decorative statue.
Across the hall, students from every house shifted and whispered.
Occasionally someone giggled.
Occasionally someone shushed them.
Calli spotted Cedric Diggory weaving his way carefully through the sea of sleeping bags.
"Prefects aren't supposed to abandon their posts." She murmured when he reached her.
Cedric leaned against the wall beside her.
"Prefects also aren't supposed to let other prefects guard a doorway alone during a mass panic."
Calli huffed a quiet laugh.
From the Gryffindor section of the hall, a cluster of fifth years were whispering loudly.
"...I'm telling you, I saw it."
"You did not."
"I did! In Defense Against the Dark Arts. When the boggart came out."
Calli didn't react outwardly, but her shoulders stiffened.
"Her sleeve rolled up and there was a Dark Mark."
Cedric frowned slightly.
"That's ridiculous." Another student whispered.
"No it isn't! My brother said some of the old pure-blood families are still loyal to him."
"What if she let Sirius Black in the castle?" One of them asked incredulously.
Lucy's head shot up from her sleeping bag like a hunting dog catching a scent.
"What did you just say?"
The whispering stopped.
Lucy stood up.
Slowly.
Dangerously.
"Say it again." She said sweetly.
One of the Gryffindor boys sat up, suddenly less confident.
"We, we just said-"
Lucy cracked her knuckles.
"You just accused my best friend of conspiring with a mass murderer."
