Ravenclaw

Chapter 3- Helping Helga

     "F-Flaura Mae Ravenclaw? Is it true? You are a... a... squib?"
     Flaura Mae, the sister of Rowena Ravenclaw, threw her fourth-year books off the table and at her dorm mate, Ophiuchus, who whimpered as he dodged the heavy volumes of books assigned to the students of the fourth year.
     Flaura Mae Ravenclaw turned and sat her her desk, frustrated at her dorm mate, or dorm mates, who adored her sister like everyone else and believed her a squib. All except, Ophichus, of course.
     Ophichus was the only one who had yet to call her a squib, but then again, he was the attentive one, the detailed one, whether it was his own details or someone else's-- and he specialised in knowing the details as to why Flaura Mae had eye bags.
     "Why don't you answer your own question?" She said, storming to her desk and sitting down, staring at the piece of parchment that lay empty before her. "My mother and sister would've been embarrassed if I was squib-- would've kept me hidden from everyone if it meant that no one knew she produced a failure. So I guess I'm not, huh?"
     She crushed the piece of parchment and threw it at the wall which had Rowena's face on a dartboard. It fell into the wastepaper basket with a soft thud, amongst many other items she had taken to throwing at the wall.
     "No one wants a squib, and the fact that everyone thinks I am one doesn't help. It's all her fault, for being intelligent, and smart, and pretty..." She sulked.
     "The point is, she will pay. I will show everyone who's the real squib by showing them exactly which sister is the real powerful one. After a year of... well... experimenting, I've finally got something that will show the world they've mistook me, Flaura Mae Ravenclaw."
     Ophichus whimpered in fear. He had seen and heard Flaura staying up at night, doing something, flashes of light piercing through the drapes of her bed, but only her shadow was visible. This frightened, yet intrigued the young man.
     "I don't believe that." He said rather defiantly, standing up and walking towards her, as if challenging her in the weak way he could. "She is intelligent, but you--"
     "Are a failure?" Flaura laughed, but not before hurt flashed in her eyes. "Followers of Rowena think so too. Fans, whatever it is you lot call yourselves." She got up and picked her books off of the floor, one by one, seeming to ponder over something. She looked up at Ophichus, who had sat on his bed quietly, twiddling his thumbs.
     "I don't think you are a squib, Flaura."
     She stopped in her tracks, shocked for a bit, before laughing again. "You're really funny boy, Ophichus. You ask one thing, but mean another. I don't need you telling me what I can and cannot do; I am here to argue about that with my sister." She sighed and plopped herself down on her own bed, so that they were sitting across from each other.
     She looked into Ophichus dark, sombre eyes that almost mirrored her dark brown ones. Rowena's were blue, like their mother, and her father had happy, cheerful brown eyes while hers seemed to turn darker by the day.
     She knew Ophichus knew something he wasn't supposed to know, and perhaps, it could be about...
     No, it was impossible. She always made sure that  everyone was fast asleep before she started experimenting. There were no signs of anyone being awake, listening, but then again, Ophichus was known for being silent and quiet, a useful skill for snooping around, gathering details, knowing too much.
     "What am I, then? What do you know?" She asked, pressing on the matter in fear that she might be ratted on. Her eyes squinted at the black-haired boy, who smiled for a second before becoming serious again, something that Flaura failed to notice.
     "I am not sure of what you are, Flaura Mae, squib or not, but I can guarantee that there is magic I your veins. A curious kind of magic," He said, standing up. "You are capable of magic not even your sister can do, something no one else knows about but you," he paused, slowly making his way towards her. "And I. You see Flaura, flashes of green and red don't easily escape my vision, especially on the particular night you had succeeded."
     Flaura stood up, walking towards him with such fervour, and they meet in the middle. "What are you saying, Ophichus?" She hissed, grabbing the wimpy kid by the collar. He laughed, trying to sound brave, but revealing some of his nervousness. "What you did to those creatures that night-- it wasn't right. It was... it was..."
     His voice had started to shake. Flaura couldn't help but grin, her pride getting to the better of her.
     "You are correct. It is inhumane. But it will be of my creation, not Rowena. I have done something she has not. I will be known, and no one will know the counter-curse but me-- well, once I create one, that is. She may have created the stupid Owl delivery but I, I created spells. Three, to be precise. So tell me, what have I been doing, Ophichus?"
     She released him and he fell to the floor with a thud, looking at her intensely." They are unforgivable, Flaura. These charms--"
     "Charms? Charms are charming, so what are my spells?" She pressed, looking at him with dark excitement.
     "They are... they are... they are unforgivable!"
     "Yes, Ophichus. But you already said that."
     "They are absurd!" He said, overcome with fear and excitement. The thrill of a new discovery, no matter how treacherous, was one few could deny.
     "Right you are again!" 
     "They are... they are... evil!"He whimpered once more.
     "Yes! Ophichus, yes!" She cried." If they aren't charming charms, what are they?"
     He looked at her, frightened but intrigued. Then he smiled a wicked smile that pleased both of them.
     "Unforgivable curses. Three, unforgivable curses."