Dark and Light--A Harry Potter Fan Fiction

Chapter 12-Another Quidditch Match + Other Randomness

Evie slowly blinked open her eyes, wincing at the light. She sat up slowly, wincing at the sharp pain in her head. "What the hell...?"

"So you're awake, huh, Evie?"

She blinked at Professor Dumbledore and groaned, flopping back in the hospital bed. "Oh god no..."

Professor Dumbledore merely smiled. "I see you found the Mirror of Erised."

She stared at him blankly. "The Mirror of what? Wait, wait, wait, no it doesn't matter. I didn't find it; Harry did."

"Ah, yes, Harry..." Dumbledore sighed. "Such a brave young man. It really is too bad that he has to go through this at such a young age."

"Ugh, no," Evie said, climbing out of the infirmary bed and stretching. "I'm not here to hear a Harry Potter sob story."

Professor Dumbledore chuckled. "Yes, yes, of course, Evie. By the way, could you tell me..." He leaned forward and Evie took a step back instinctively. "What did you see in that mirror?"

Evie scowled.

"The Mirror of Erised shows what one truly desires at the bottom of their--" Dumbledore started, but Evie held up a hand, cutting him off.

"No. Stop. Don't go any further," she said, pressing her hand against her forehead. "I really don't care...well then." She nodded at Dumbledore and exited the room.

She let out a breath the moment the door closes. What one truly desires...

She shook her head furiously. No, no, no! You're thinking about this too much, Evie! She scowled and stormed down the hallway.

Neptunia met up with her someway down. "You're awake, I see."

"Good to know you're not blind," Evie huffed. "What did I miss?"

"Not much," Neptunia yawned. "I was keeping an eye on the mirror. Harry went back there twice after that. Then Dumbledore moved it to underneath Fluffy's trapdoor. The dog scared me, so I couldn't follow after that."

"Scaredy cat," Evie swore. "Well, whatever."

"Oh, yeah, you have a Quidditch match tomorrow. Snape's refereeing, apparently."

Evie groaned. "Oh, what the hell... Why do I even care anymore?" She opened the door to the library just as she heard a familiar voice stutter, "L-Locomotor Mortis!"

She looked up to see the white light of the Leg-Locker Curse fly her way. She sighed, drawing her wand from her belt as Hermione called, "Evie?!"

Evie held out her wand. The purple sparks met the white light and the spell halted at the tip of her wand, balancing like a basketball. She held it up, leaning forward and blowing it out like a candle. The spell faded. "Seriously, people," she said heavily, heading forward, her heels clicking on the marble tiles. Hermione, Ron, and Neville stared at her in shock. "Can you watch where you fire things?"

"We were just practicing," Hermione said defensively.

"Not that I'd know, but," Evie said, plopping down in a leather recliner and crossing her legs, "when did we learn a Leg-Locker Curse in class?"

"Snape's refereeing for the next Quidditch match," Hermione said hotly, crossing her arms.

"So I've heard," Evie replied calmly, though she scowled at the witch. "Don't change the subject on me."