[2] storm of rage ~ harry potter × marvel

21- Resistance

"Why do you guys look so exhausted? It's only eight in the morning." Skyler commends, as she sits down with Pansy, Draco, Theo, Blaise, Crabbe and Goyle. Blaise snorts.

"Yeah, you weren't the one who got shaken awake around midnight, because someonehad a silly nightmare." He remarks sarcastically, glaring daggers to Skyler with his sleepy eyes. The entire group is immediately tensed, for Blaise and Skyler aren't really a good combination at the time.

"Silly? You think, seeing people die, while they scream for help and mercy, while they pray to be spared - every night, is silly? Go on like this, Zabini, and you once will follow Voldemort himself!" Skyler spats, when she gets up from the table where she sat down only half a minute ago. Pansy softly shrieks at the mention of Voldemort, and the boys' mouths go agape.

'Mentioning Voldemort and comparing Blaise with him, great work Skyler.' Skyler scolds herself sarcastically, heading to the Gryffindor table. "Hey guys, do you mind if I take eat my breakfast here?" She asks Fred and George, who are talking to Lee Jordan.

"Eh, sure, Sky. We don't mean to be rude, but why do you want to sit at our table?" Fred mentions subtly, earning a scowl from Skyler.

"Everything put together: Blaise Zabini is a git." She answers coldly, making herself quite clear that she doesn't want to talk about it.

"That are the words we want to hear from our partner in crime!" George exclaims, grinning widely.

"Speaking of crime, have you guys been up to something, lately? I kind of miss the detentions with Professor McGonagall." Skyler asks smirking, amused with the memories.

"Well, George and I, me and George, have tried to find a way to get into the Tournament." Says Fred, the usual mischievous glint in his eyes sparkling from enthusiasm.

"What do you mean, get into the Tournament? Aren't you allowed to participate?" Skyler asks confused.

"Oh, Skyler, weren't you there when Dumbledore introduced the schools? Only people who turn 17 beforeOctober 31, are allowed to participate." George sighs, his eyes travelling up to the ceiling.

"And? You guys turn 17 in April, so you can't participate. Be glad, that means youprobably won't be killed." Skyler tells, happy with the announcement.

"Well, we're going to try anyway. I don't want to miss the wicked stuff they laid out for us. Imagine... if you win, you'll be the hero of the school!" Lee speaks up.

"You mean, ifyou survive. I'm glad that you guys aren't 17 before October 31, because that means that I don't need to worry for your safety. Imagine what your mother would say if she heard that one of her sons had lost a limp in a stupid school tournament!" Skyler exclaims desperately.

"But it's an adventure..." Fred pouts, while George mocks his pout, knowing that they won't change Skyler's opinion.

"Ugh! You Gryffindors are impossiblyreckless and stupid, you know that?" Skyler says with a hint of sarcasm in her voice.

"Sure. But you wouldn't want us to be any different, right Sky?" George says in defense, smiling brightly and embracing her with one arm. Skyler just shakes her head and sighs.

"I believe you're right."

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"Today, class, I am going to teach you how to defend yourself against the Imperius Curse." Professor Moody announces, marching into the classroom.

Skyler feels her vision turn red of anger and disbelief. Anger flows through her veins. It's like fire in her nerves. She needs to watch how her classmates are put under an Imperius and act like a chicken or a monkey in front of class. Harry is the only one who seems to have a little fight with himself. But hey, Hermione hasn't been up, yet.

"Foster! Your turn." Moody barks, as Goyle retreats to his seat, his head as red as a tomato. Moody made him hold his breath for two minutes. 'Just, don't let him into your mind. You've trained for something like this.' Skyler tells herself as she walks up to the professor.

"Imperio!"

Only for a moment, Skyler's mind is misty, but that's like two seconds. Not letting anyone know that she isn't under Moody's control, she just blinks. But she doesn't move.

'Jump into the chandeliers.' A small voice commands in the back of her head. Instead of doing what it says, Skyler folds her arms to her chest and smirks.

"I'm truly sorry, professor, but I'd like to keep my dignity for a little longer. Now, can I return to my seat?" She says, almost mocking Moody. The face of the man is priceless. The class is like dead, silent as possible. Professor Moody nods and Skyler goes back to her seat, a smug grin printed on her face.

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