Book 2
Kefira Walsh was always known for her daring attitude and bold nature, earning her the rightful place among the Gryffindor House. Neville Longbottom didn't believe that he had what it took to be in the house of the brave, but Kefira always...
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"Just kill me now, please!" Seamus begged as he was wrapped around Kefira's leg in the common room. She was sitting in an armchair, with Neville beside her as they watched Seamus struggle writing the remaining parts to the essay that was due in Professor Snape's class. He had asked all of them to write an essay about the best way to tackle a dementor. Kefira had written down that finding out which of the dementor's knees was the weakest and kicking it would be for good measure, but she was sure that Professor Snape wasn't going to find it at all amusing.
"That's how they do it in rugby," she told Neville, "just go for that weak spot and the rest is history."
Of course, it wouldn't hold up against a dementor but while the majority of the class had already finished theirs, students like Seamus and Ron had waited until the last minute to write theirs and had entered a full state of panic. They were trying to help Seamus, but he was just in one of his dramatic moods where he was begging for death rather than asking for help.
"Get off me, Seamus!" Kefira kicked her leg out to get him off of her. "Just give me the essay and let's see what you have written so far."
Seamus groaned before reaching over and handing her the parchment scroll. She held it open for her and Neville to read over, but just glancing over the first part she gave the boy a look.
"Could you have written your name any bigger?" She asked him.
Seamus shrugged his shoulders. "Takes up space, makes it look like I wrote more."
"No, it makes you like you had nothing to write so you wrote your name in huge letters," Kefira told him.
"Also, you wrote the same sentence down twice," Neville pointed out. The common room grew silent before Seamus burst into further dramatic sobs. Several other students that were settled in the room or passing through glanced over and gave the boy odd looks, but Seamus didn't care as he carried on with his tantrum.
"Should we do something?" Neville whispered to Kefira.
"No," Kefira shook her head, " even negative attention is still attention and that's all he wants at this point. Let him cry it out and be dramatic. He'll get over it eventually and push through. If not, he'll end up like McLaggen did after the quidditch match last time. Let this be a lesson to Seamus that he stops waiting until the last minute to write out these essays. Especially when they're due for Snape."
Neville nodded his head and turned back to watching Seamus kick out his feet like a toddler. He was partially confused because normally, Kefira would take anyone's side really against Snape. Knowing that the essay had been quite unnecessary not only in content but in length. It wasn't even a matter of procrastinating, there just wasn't much to write on the topic. But she seemed set on defending the professor as of late even more so. He noticed it shortly after their recent Apparition lesson after he noticed at Kefira seemed extremely irritated and ended up leaving the lesson early.
