Blank Sheet

Gryffindor common room

In anger and sadness, Medea ran up the stairs, tears running down her cheeks. She saw nothing of her surroundings, she didn't care if anybody saw her, a Slytherin, cry.

She heard the portraits whispering as she walked by. Their voices cut deep beneath her skin even though she tried not to let them bother her. She quickly ran by them, trying to block out their taunting voices.

She just needed someone she could talk to, someone she could open up to and someone that would understand her. Someone she did not have in Slytherin, so she headed for the Gryffindor common room instead.

Just a few moments later, she stood in front of the portrait of the Fat Lady, which was hiding the entrance to the Gryffindor common room, Ron had told her. Unfortunately, the lady asked for a password, a password she did not have.

The despair overtook her again and she sat down on the floor. She leant against a suit of armour, but it moved away and laughed at her.

"A Slytherin deserves no better," it said and moved away, not without 'accidentally' kicking Medea with its heel.

She cried even more and she felt pathetic. She knew she shouldn't let all of this hurt her so much and she knew she was dumb to just cry in front of the Gryffindor common room. She knew that there were more kids to come and that they would all be mean.

She knew she was miserable, that she didn't deserve being a Slytherin, but the sadness shook her and no matter how hard she tried to stop the tears from coming, it didn't work, she just sobbed even more.

The next kid came by, mustering her, but not stopping. He whispered the password and sent her a last weird look before entering the room behind the portrait. It was a weird look. Not concerned. Just wondering what she did there. Medea was reminded of her first weeks at Hogwarts, with nobody being nice to her, nobody except for Blaise. And then another sob shook her.

"Hey, what's wrong?" Somebody sat down beside her and patted her back awkwardly. It was Dean, he looked concerned.

"Nothing. I - I just need to talk to Hermione."

"Well, okay," he said, but he didn't sound convinced, not surprisingly. Medea didn't think he'd believe that everything was fine when she was crying on the floor. He helped her up and handed her a tissue white as snow. A little 'DT' was embroidered on it.

"Proeliator." The portrait swung to the side and revealed a tiny hole in the wall that they needed to climb trough.

"You get that?" he asked, lighting the passage with his wand. Medea nodded, and a tiny tear dripped down from her chin.

It was as if entering a whole new world. Even though it was late and there was school tomorrow, the common room was crowded, loud and every single fire was lit. Medea scrunched up her nose.

The common room was dated and untidy, the furniture didn't fit and the walls and everything were full of Gryffindor crests and the house colours. The twins and a crowd around them jeered in the one corner and another wave of sobs came over the girl.

"Hey - Hey, it's all fine," Dean said an led her to a couch, standing close to the fireplace. A wonder this seat was spare. The couch was comfortable and even though it looked old and overused, it was so much softer and more welcoming than the ones in the Slytherin common room.

"So, Medea, I'm going to look for Hermione, yeah? She'll be here right away." He patted her shoulder one last time and got up to seek for the bookworm.

Medea looked at the fire. It was flaring high sometimes, then the flames got tinier, the sparks less and the soot got more. But it still became more again, warming her red face and adding a sparkle to her from the tears shining eyes. She lost herself in the beauty and the strength of the flames.

The crowd of students cheered once again, and some whistling came from the middle. Suddenly, an arm grabbed her left shoulder, hugging her from the right side, where one of the twins sat down. The other stood close.

"Hey gorgeous, why so gloomy?" he asked her. She shook her head, pretending not to be sure about it. His eyes narrowed for a second. Then he smiled again, handing her a custard cream.

"Eat, it's really delicious."

She tried a smile and took the cake. She was about to take a bite when the cream left her hand magically. It hovered quickly out of her reach and before any of them could react to it, the cream fell right onto the sitting twin's head.

"Are you being serious?" Dean came running. His cheeks were slightly red and his eyes narrowed to slides, "Can't you see she's not alright? Find someone else to play your pranks on!"

He looked really angry, he had his hand clenched into fists and they trembled as if he could barely restrain himself from getting rough. The twins seemed to be surprised by his outburst and left, the one who sat was trying to get the white cream out of his ginger hair. 

A young boy stood by the mantelpiece. He looked around and then took the cream, eating it quickly. Then, he disappeared. Where the boy stood, a second before, was now a large, yellow-feathered Canary. It creaked, sounding surprised and angry.

"Oh, they are not being serious!" Medea yelled, "They were going to give me that? Oh, those twins are so dead to me!"

"Hey, hey," Dean whispered, patting her shoulder soothingly.

"Why does everything go wrong today?" Medea whined, turning to Dean. Of course, she didn't await an answer. She just needed someone. She hugged him tightly, her face resting against his chest.

He seemed surprised at first, then he hugged her back, and rested his head on hers. He was warm and wore a soft sweater. And he smelled like earth and painting colours. Medea took a deep breath and tried to calm down, then stepped back.

"Wanna play a game?"

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So, this was a shorter one. It is mainly there to develop relationships of my MCs.

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-Tonks