Vermilion (SCOROSE)

7. Monday, October 31st, 2022: In which I save Laura

Ellen Page as Laura! c:

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Monday, October 31st, 2022, Charms. 

 ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°) -E 

I snorted. Only Ellie would send a note from halfway across the world to send a rapeface. I instantly looked her way, two rows ahead, on the right wing, and found her replicating the expression on her own face. I cracked up and muffled the sound of my silent laughter with my hand. The ravenclaw beside me gave me a sanctimonious (this is my favourite official word) look.

"So, this is fundamental for O.W.L.S., so for all of you who are clearly not paying attention," Professor Graham flashed Ellie who was still making a rapeface a cold glare, "Maybe tune in and screw your minds a little open now."

I grabbed a hold of my wand.

"If you're having difficulties," his eyes swept over certain people who averted their gaze to the floor, "Ask Miss Weasley, as always. If she can do seventh year charms, then certainly the stunning spell is nothing for her."

Everyone replied yes in unison, the ravenclaw beside me gave me another dirty look. I sighed. Graham always forced me to help a heap of people. He was convinced I was a prodigy, but in reality, I just found charms exceedingly simple and staight-forward. You didn't have to walk five thousand miles in a circle to get to the point, only to realize a circle had an infinite amount of points, like Transfiguration. 

I made sure there was a lull of people chattering and yelling out the spell as well as clatter and thuds and only Merlin knows how many sorts of regular classroom noises all over the place before commanding the spell, I didn't want to draw uneccessary attention.

"Stupefy!"  

The ferret who was scurrying away towards the ravenclaw, sniffing trouble, was instantly rendered unconscious by the flick of my wand and a jet of red light. I felt bad performing this spell, but the ferret would wake up soon. When I looked up, people were gawking at me like owls. Graham applauded, strolling from Ellie's to my row, and giving me a pat on the back. 

"First attempt, Miss Weasley?" he asked me, the scalp of his dark bald head glowed under the light coming from the high windows and his black eyes twinkled with excitement. 

I nodded my head, "Yes, professor." 

"Brilliant, do you mind helping a few students?" 

He was asking but clearly I had no other choice but to say yes. 

"Not at all, professor," I responded firmly. 

He glanced at Ellie and nodded his head toward her, "Help her out."

"Certainly, professor," I shot up as fast as a rocket bound for the moon, holding in a wide grin. When Graham was out of sight and walking the other direction, I pumped my fist into the air and did a weird shimmy-crab dance the rest of the distance toward Ellie, who cackled madly, clutching her stomach. 

I started laughing at my own ridiculousness, then sat down next to her. The bench was empty anyway. Ellie was possibly the most talkative person on the planet. She always required someone to talk to, no matter who it was, and she always talked her head off to anyone anywhere near her vicinity. That's why nearly in every class that she'd ever attended, she was cursed into sitting alone. That didn't stop her from using other means to communicate though. I think I have more notes passed around from Ellie than actual notes from class. 

"So, Ellie, darling, how may I be of assisstance?" I asked, faking a posh, aristocratic accent. 

Ellie huffed, "Pfft, forget this. I couldn't care less about stupefying a poor ferret. I need details."