His gaze lingered on her for a beat longer.
"Sit." The command was quiet.
Calli obeyed.
She took the chair opposite him, spine straight, hands resting carefully in her lap though her fingers still twitched faintly from the tension coiled beneath her skin.
"Clear your mind." Snape said and Calli almost laughed.
Clear your mind.
As if that were possible.
As if her thoughts weren't a storm.
Her father.
The internship?
Cedric.
Fred.
No.
She forced it down.
Locked it away.
Or tried to.
"Again." Snape said sharply.
Calli inhaled.
Focused or attempted to.
"Legilimens."
It hit her like a force.
Cold.
Intrusive.
She felt him inside her mind.
Not gently.
Pushing past surface thoughts, deeper, sharper and Calli's breath hitched.
Push him out.
She tried.
But he was slipping through memories like pages.
The maze.
Cedric.
Fake Moody.
And then a flash.
Dark wings.
Skeletal.
A Thestral cutting through the sky making Snape pause just a fraction.
But it was enough.
"No."
Calli's voice wasn't loud but it snapped through the connection like a whip.
Something in her surged.
Instinct.
Fear.
Power.
She pushed back harder than before.
Not controlled but raw.
The room cracked.
Magic surged violently outward and the chair beneath Snape disintegrated into dust.
Gone.
Snape hit the floor with a solid thud.
Silence followed.
Sharp.
Stunned.
Calli's chest heaved slightly, her hands now gripping the arms of her own chair so tightly her knuckles had gone white.
She hadn't meant to.
Snape looked up at her from the floor.
Not angry.
Not exactly.
But his eyes were sharper now.
Slowly, deliberately, he pushed himself to his feet, brushing dust from his robes as if nothing had happened.
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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...
