Beloved - F. Weasley

72.

{.72. The Sword of Godric Gryffindor}

Trigger warning: slurs

Carina Bella Zabini was a planner, she liked making lists and having set in stone plans for everything. It was one of her strengths ( and weaknesses ) with how thorough she liked to be when it came to certain things. Especially when it came to something as crazy as breaking into Snape's office to steal the Sword of Gryffindor.

She had gone with Neville and Ginny each day for the past two weeks working out Snape's routine. Luna would usually follow his route and they would time it so they knew exactly how long they would get. Carina wasn't satisfied with the plan if she had to be completely honest. She had told them that there was too many variables, but they wouldn't listen.

Neville and Ginny just wanted to 'take back the power' however Carina was adamant they needed two plans. A solid one and then the one incase the solid plan went tits up. She didn't want anyone getting into trouble, especially not Luna. Carina loved Luna and she would rather relive an hour in a cage than let Luna get hurt by these awful people currently in Hogwarts.

She had thought about saying she could arrange a meeting with Snape about her potion — she had stopped taking it but wanted to try again — this could then allow Snape to be out of his office for the entirety of the time they needed; Ginny and Neville wanted to be a bit more free-spirited though.

"Guys I really don't think this is a good idea," carina said as she bit down on her nails

They had enlisted Blaise to keep the Slytherins away from the area but he could only do so much from where he was. He wasn't happy with the plan either, he had thought it was too risky and Carina shouldn't be involved but he knew his sister — he knew that she'd do whatever she wanted because she was strong and she was independent. She had always been that, she never needed a man telling her what to do, so Blaise never would.

"Look Carina, we've been planning this for two weeks! If we don't do it now we never will," Ginny said

"Look maybe I should go and ask Sn—"

"Carrie," Neville brought both his hands on Carina's shoulders and rubbed them with his thumbs "it's sweet that you care but we're doing this."

Neville squeezed her shoulders and quickly pressed a kiss to her forehead. She sighed and ran a hand through her hair. She really didn't want to do this but she knew she had to prove herself and do her part. To show she wasn't like everyone else, to prove she was different. She needed to prove that she was good.