❝𝘶𝘯𝘤𝘰𝘯𝘥𝘪𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯𝘢𝘭𝘭𝘺 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳𝘴,
𝘓𝘶𝘤𝘪𝘢❞
𝗛𝗔𝗥𝗥𝗬 𝗣𝗢𝗧𝗧𝗘𝗥 was a somewhat quiet, yet mischievous guy who had trouble tailing him since he was a mere one year-old. He encounters a girl, whose only known attribute wa...
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XVI. DECEMBER'S PRIMADONNA
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❝She is the lighthouse in the night,
That will safely guide me home❞
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SOMETHING WEIRD WAS HAPPENING AND Lucia had no answers to what it was... which wasn't all that abnormal, but it was still a concerning matter.
For some reason, the Gryffindors from all years were brought together inside the Transfiguration classroom; there were no signs of the other Houses anywhere and that meant that it was only the House of the lions that were given the memo to come down without any sorts of explanation as to what was going on whatsoever. The girls were sat at the right of the hall while the boys were sat at the left side of the hall, leaving a large space in the middle.
Some were nervous (particularly the first and second years) while the others were buzzing with words, chattering while they wait for the outcome of this.
Lucia fiddled with her finger anxiously before whispering to Ginny, who was sat beside her, "What d'you... do you think's going on here?"
"Reckon its an intervention?" Ginny suggested.
"I doubt that," said Hermione as a matter-of-factly from Lucia's other side. "There's no reason for all of us being intervened — unless, of course, Harry..." Hermione shook her head. "Honestly, all I know is that Professor McGonagall posted of how it was mandatory for all of us to be here right now on the notice board this morning..."
"Potter! Weasley!" The girls jumped at the shrilling voice of Professor McGonagall. The Transfiguration teacher finally arrived.
Harry and Ron, who were having a sword fight with a couple of Fred and George's fake wands at the at the middle of the hall, in front of the three girls, looked up, Ron holding a tin parrot and Harry, a rubber haddock.
"Get back to your seats." Professor McGonagall's irritated voice cracked like a whip through the hall.
And they did just that with haste, joining the boys.
"Now that Potter and Weasley have been kind enough to act their age," said Professor McGonagall, with an angry look at the pair of them as the head of Harry's haddock drooped and fell silently to the floor — Ron's parrot's beak had severed it moments before — "I have something to say to you all."
