"painted as a villain."
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ezra sutton and fred weasley were not friends, not even close, but she did need his help and neither expected what would come out of such a simple request.
[prisoner of azkaban - goblet of fire]
[book one i...
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After he took a seat at the small table in the middle of the library, Fred Weasley gazed at the brunette for a few moments before he finally found the courage to speak, only feeling slightly intimidated by the Slytherin girl who appeared to be quite focused on the parchment she was writing on.
"You know, my brother told me not to trust you."
"You're going to have to be a little more specific." Sutton responded with a raised eyebrow, not looking up from her essay, "As you currently have three brothers attending Hogwarts and even then, I'm unsure if you corresponded with the other two about my proposition."
"George." He elaborated a hint of annoyance in his voice, causing Sutton to actually glance up from her parchment, her expression one of surprise as she stared at the Gryffindor.
"Did he now?" She mused, honestly expecting the brother in question to be the one who had become Head Boy
Fred nodded his head.
"I suppose it's because I'm a slimysnake." She stated, mocking the words she had heard in the corridors between classes after Fred nodded.
Fred shifted awkwardly in his chair.
"And that you're a stuck-up, arrogant pureblood." He told her honestly, if only after a moment of hesitation.
Sutton snorted in amusement as she rolled up her piece of parchment and shoved it into her rucksack, along with her inkwell before she placed her quill into her bag and pulled a pen from her pocket.
"What's so funny?" Fred asked in confusion.
"Don't believe every rumour you happen to hear, Weasley." The brunette told him as she scribbled a few words on a scrap of parchment that she hadn't placed into her bag.
"Meaning?"
"Well, I like to think that I'm one of the few Slytherin's who isn't stuck up and the arrogance schpiel is debatable, because I'll admit that I'm very confident in my skills on the Quidditch pitch." She responded as she handed him a slip of parchment and placed her pen into the side pocket of her bag before she lowered her voice to a stage whisper, "But, I'm a half-blood."
Sutton grinned and sent him a quick wink before she spun on her heel and sauntered out of the library leaving Fred to watch her in stunned silence before he remembered the crumpled note that the brunette had placed in his large hand.
Thursday Evening. Midnight. Entrance Hall. Don't get caught. ~E.S. xoxo
Hours later, Sutton looked up as footsteps echoed through the hall and smiled rather brightly as she stepped out from the spot where she was hidden, having heard Filch lurking about a few minutes prior.
