Shouting Defeats the Purpose
December crept in quietly and then all at once.
Sleet battered the castle windows, snow clung stubbornly to the grounds, and the cold seemed to seep into the very stones of Hogwarts. Sixth years, in particular, were drowning buried under essays, readings, and increasingly difficult spells that left little time to think about anything else.
Even the Tournament faded into the background.
Slightly.
Calli, Stella, and Lucy had still managed to learn one thing about the golden egg.
It screamed.
Horribly.
"Maybe it's enchanted to punish curiosity." Stella suggested calmly.
Fred, lounging nearby with George, snorted.
"It sounds like Percy singing in the shower."
Calli choked on her drink.
Lucy burst out laughing.
Stella, despite herself, smiled faintly.
After dinner a few nights later, Calli was heading toward the dungeons, exhaustion weighing on her limbs, when someone called out her name.
"Calli!"
Hermione grabbed her arm, pulling her aside before she could escape.
Calli blinked at her.
"What is it, Hermione?" She asked, already bracing herself.
Hermione looked determined.
"As a member of S.P.E.W., I need your help."
Calli winced.
Of course.
"I'm very tired." She said with a sigh.
"It's not much!" Hermione insisted quickly. "I just need you to show me the entrance to the kitchens."
Calli stared at her for a moment.
Then nodded.
"That, I can do."
It didn't take long. A quick walk, a quiet explanation, and Hermione was practically vibrating with purpose.
"Thank you!" She said.
Calli gave her a tired nod.
"Good luck with whatever you're about to do."
Hermione beamed.
Calli turned and made her way back toward the Slytherin common room, shoulders heavy, mind already drifting toward sleep.
The greenish light of the lake filtered through the windows as she entered.
Lucy and Stella were sitting by one of them, the dark water of the Black Lake shifting slowly beyond the glass.
They were speaking in low voices.
Too low.
Both of them looked up as Calli approached and immediately winced.
Calli slowed.
Her brows furrowed.
"What is it?" She asked. "Why are you looking at me like that?"
Lucy hesitated.
Then reached beside her, pulling out a letter.
"From your father."
She pushed it toward her.
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Callidora ☆ Fred Weasley
FanfictionCallidora 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...
