❝ a darkness that holds me,
and loves when I bleed,
it locks all the doors and then hides all the keys,
wish someone had told me what I couldn't see,
a glimmer of hope that was staring at me ❞
fred weasley x fem!oc
golden trio era
rewr...
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REBECCA DIDN'T REALIZE she had fallen asleep in the middle of the Ravenclaw common room until she was being hastily shaken awake. She sat up abruptly from her slouched spot in the rickety old seat in the corner of the room, her eyes blown wide and still tired as they tried focusing from their bleary vision against the shining light of a wand right in her face. After a blinking a few times, wincing against the light and regaining her bearings, Professor Flitwick came into her view. His stripe-y blue and white pajamas blurring in and out of vision after having rubbed her eyes harshly and rubbing at the sore kink in her neck.
"Professor?" She rasped out in confusion, wincing at the dryness of her throat, "what's the matter?"
"You've got to come with me," Flitwick rushed out quietly, quickly motioning her up from her seat as he turned and sped towards the common room's exit, "c'mon now."
"But –"
"There's no time to explain," He interjected in a hushed tone, swinging the vault-door open and ushering her out, "please, quicken your steps – let's go."
Even with her legs still feeling like jelly, Rebecca stood hastily and quickly followed after her Head of House out of the dark common room. For a stout man, Professor Flitwick had walked briskly and led their way down the darkened maze of hallways within the quiet castle. In just a few minutes, they had arrived to the stone gargoyle that guarded the Headmaster's office.
"Fizzing Whizzbee." Flitwick announced quietly.
The stone gargoyle sprang right to life, leaping aside and revealing the wall behind it – Rebecca watching intently as it split in two and pushed a stone staircase forward that spun upward continuously. Flitwick motioned her inside, to which she obliged, the stone wall closing behind her with a faint thud. Rebecca quickly ascended the moving steps, reaching the highly polished oak door with a brass knocker with the shape of a griffin. She didn't bother knocking, seeing as the door opened on it's own accord. Upon stepping into the office, she found the Weasley children, Hermione, and Harry each standing within the room already, all disoriented and grim faces.
"What's going on?" Rebecca questioned wearily, catching all of their attentions as she peered at each of them individually, shuffling further into the office to stand at their sides, "what's happened?"
Dumbledore finally turned to face the Ravenclaw, his face solemn and making her stomach jolt dangerously in anticipation. He had been rummaging through a cupboard behind his large desk when she arrived, emerging with an old blackened kettle, having murmured 'portus' at it before it began to shimmer an odd shade of blue for a split moment atop his desk.
