❝I WOULD TRAVEL TO
ANOTHER TIMELINE
JUST TO SEE YOU SMILE. ❞
between stolen glances with a
certain redhead, detentions,
snarky slytherins, and strange
occurrences, priscilla roberts
is in for a crazy first year at Hogwarts.
[fred weasley x fem...
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♫ everything i wanted
- billie eilish
"i had a dream i got everything i wanted
but when i wake up i see you and me..."
✧
Filch led Priscilla through the Gargoyle Corridor towards the headmaster's office. She tuned out everything he was muttering about. He went on and on about the old punishments at Hogwarts - the ones that included torture - and about how Priscilla should be getting expelled.
She didn't care. Her fingers kept fiddling with her lips as she thought about everything and nothing at the same time. She felt numb from all the pressure, or maybe it was the alcohol.
She's had detentions before, sure, but never three stacked like this. Maybe Filch was right, maybe she was getting expelled. Getting kicked out of school wasn't the part that worried her, or even disappointing her parents... it was the fact that she had nowhere to go that scared her shitless.
Filch muttered a password to a large gargoyle statue. It began to turn, revealing a stairwell. Mrs. Norris hopped onto a stair as the staircase spun her further up towards the headmaster's office. Priscilla joined the retched thing without looking back at Filch.
She walked into the Headmaster's office, her heart banging on her chest. Dumbledore's office was a circular room filled with random knick-knacks and all the portraits hung on the walls were fast asleep. She stepped in the middle of the room and waited for the headmaster while Mrs. Norris ran back down the stairs.
The Headmaster came from behind a portrait wearing his pajamas and a pajama hat Cilla has only ever seen in cartoons. It had the little white pom-pom at the tip and everything. She would've laughed if she had the humor for it at that moment.
"Good evening, or should I say morning, Ms. Roberts," Dumbledore greeted. He motioned for a chair to levitate over and offered Priscilla a seat, which she took. She didn't realize how physically exhausted she had been until she sat down.
"Hello sir," she said, trying to conceal how tired she was.
He sat on the edge of his desk and regarded her for a moment before continuing. "Under usual circumstances, I would have to contact your parents of your punishment, but that isn't an option at present."
A tear slipped from Cilla's eye, which she wiped quickly from her cheek. Fuck. "How do you know that?"
"They sent me a letter with the code as well," Dumbledore admitted grimly.
