𝐒𝐋𝐄𝐄𝐏𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐁𝐄𝐀𝐔𝐓𝐘

one

{ONLY} merlin knows what had happened that night. teachers ran amuck the castle with fear and anxiety, word quickly spreading of hogwarts' own sleeping beauty. she was a hufflepuff girl, same year as the grand harry potter himself, but this story is not about him, no. this is a story of czyarine aurora, a rather ironic name indeed.

cyzarine started the day like any other. she woke, she got ready, and was done to the great hall for breakfast. but something was off. when she took a sip out of her goblet, it was not the pumpkin juice that she always drank: rather, it was replaced with a sleeping draught. not any sleeping draught, no, this was the most powerful variety of the potion. this girl would be in a sleep like death itself. and that way she would stay until someone found the cure. it was her birthday, the day she fell into the sleep, and this was a rather upsetting gift indeed.

everyone, meaning every single student and teacher, was looking for a cure. some brewed counter potions, some perfected spells, some used herbal remedy. no one could find a cure.

there was an inkling of an idea brewing in the head of neville longbottom and his best friend, seamus. "what if it's like the old fairy tale?" seamus proposed. "what if all we need is to find the boy she loves, and have him kiss her?"

"that's stupid," neville chuckled dryly, "don't make fun of this situation, seamus. it's serious."

"i'm not joking neville," seamus smiled, "and i'm gonna get this to work out."

-

seamus devised a plan that night. he would have neville travel up to the room where they kept cyzarine, and he would have neville talk to her. just talk. this would go on for a total of two weeks, and by the end of it, if she could even hear neville, she would love him unconditionally.

at least, that's what they hoped for.