Harry Potter Oneshots

Two Types of Silence (Theodore Nott)

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Crap, I'm sorry. It's been around two months since the last oneshot. I'm truly sorry about this but life is being annoying and writer's block is coming on and off. I tried on this... it's pretty crappy though and I'm really fricking sorry. I was so excited for this and now it seems so bad.

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"Pass your essays forward, please!" Professor McGonagall called as she swept into the room, just as the period started.

I handed off my essay to the person sitting in the desk in front of me and smiled at them with a small tilt of my head. They smiled back and took my essay, "I'm good, today. What about you?"

I shrugged and they nodded in a way that said 'I understand that' before turning around to pass the essays to the people in the front of the room. I started to tuck my stuff back into my bag while Professor McGonagall took all of our essays and riffled through them.

She set them down on the desk then scanned the room, "There will be a project for the next three weeks. It's to make something simple from transfigured materials. Previous projects were things like pottery, where the wheel, clay, and tools had been transfigured from other things. I've paired you up already and it'll be Ravenclaw-Slytherin pairings since we have an even class."

Groans rose from the Slytherin side and they started to eye certain Ravenclaws with distaste, as if my fellow eagles were going to spread disease into those snakes' precious 'pure' blood. I would've laughed to myself but I didn't, couldn't, so I, instead, snorted to myself in my head.

I spotted a Slytherin glaring at me so I blinked at them before turning away, hopefully I wouldn't be paired with them because they seemed to be incapable of using logic with their one brain cell. I pushed the thoughts away as Professor McGonagall started to call of pairings, having them come up to their desk for the paper of requirements.

I heard my name be called so I stood and started towards the classroom as she read off the second name, "Nott, Theodore."

I glanced back to see a boy pushing away from his desk, looking annoyed with his partner, and I looked back to the professor as she handed me the parchment. I took it and skimmed over it then passed it off to Nott, who was standing silently beside me.

I considered ways to communicate to him that I wouldn't be able to talk but Professor McGonagall beat me too it, "Ms. Webb and you, Mr. Nott, will have to figure out a way to work without physical speaking."

Nott glanced at me with a confused expression then turned to the professor with the same look and she glanced down, looking slightly surprised that he didn't know.

"Ms. Webb is mute," she replied to his questioning, already preparing to shoo us off to call up the next pair.

I nodded politely to her then ducked my head to return to my seat, letting Nott keep the parchment of instructions.  Maybe he knew sign language? I could figure that out after class, I decided.

I settled back into my seat and finished writing down the notes while Professor McGonagall graded our essays in the front. Before class ended, she called for us to clean up and I folded up my parchment before tucking it away into my bag.

"Your homework is to meet with your partners and come up with what you're doing," she announced, looking up at the class above her glasses, "If you don't tell me what you're doing by tomorrow evening then your final grade for the project will lower."