[Book 2]
❝ 𝐈'𝐯𝐞 𝐥𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐞𝐝 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐬𝐨𝐦𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬 𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐛𝐞𝐬𝐭 𝐤𝐞𝐩𝐭 𝐬𝐞𝐜𝐫𝐞𝐭.❞
Serena's fourth year at Hogwarts begins, but with no less drama than the previous year. Although Sirius Black was acquitted of all charges, not...
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• Serena Black •
"We've all got both light and dark inside us. What matters is the part we choose to act on. That's who we really are."
The second task took place on a Tuesday afternoon, which meant that all the students and teachers had to leave class after the fourth lesson. As pleasant as this news was, the tension that was already clearly written on every student's face during the first two lessons was all the greater. Not even Hermione managed to keep such a cool head to perform a simple scaring spell.
At least, thanks to the gillyweed, they now had a plan and were no longer empty-handed. At least there was a ray of hope at the end of the tunnel. They were still nervous, however, considering the circumstances. The second lesson was nearing its end and most of the fourth graders barely waited for the bell to ring to rush out of the classroom into the last two lessons. Harry alone slumped in his seat in fear and seemed unable to move.
"You can do it," Ron reassured him, patting him encouragingly on the shoulders. Even though he himself was already so pale that his freckles stood out clearly.
"I feel sick," Harry mumbled, and only let the three of them push him out of the classroom when the fifth years were about to take their places for the next lesson. Among them were some unfriendly Slytherins.
"Ey Black, are you going..."
Serena didn't let Hall finish, but was by now thoroughly fed up with him. Almost every chance they had crossed paths, he had asked her if she hadn't changed her mind about a date. Whether he either couldn't handle rejection or just wanted to annoy her, Serena didn't care. Both reasons seemed to her to justify her next action.
Serena pointed her wand at a rubber band that a student had left on the table and with a "Waddiwasi" made it snap right into Hall's face.
Zabini roared with laughter and the Gryffindor began to wonder what kind of foundation friendships between Slytherins functioned on. Or maybe it was just a boy thing, laughing at one's best friend because of humiliation. Probably she would have laughed herself, too, if she had such a cheeky friend as Edmund Hall.
Without a word, Serena rushed with her friends towards the Defence Against the Dark Arts classroom. Their last double lesson of the day before the second task of the Triwizard Tournament would begin. They were still covering the topic of unforgivable curses, or rather again, because when Moody hoisted a terrarium filled with spiders into the classroom, the students felt transported straight back to their first lesson with him.
Finally, with a loud whump, he let it crash onto the old table, which began to groan under the weight. "To know how to defend yourself from one of the curses in an emergency, you have to know exactly what you're up against," he growled, fixing individual faces in the round with his glass eye. "That is why you will practise them yourselves now, and next time you will learn how to fight the Imperius."
