𝟎𝟐𝟎 | Snitches get Stitches

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             CARE OF MAGICAL CREATURES WAS the one subject Colin took that Ophelia didn't. While she started to walk off in the direction of her Ancient Runes class, Colin had insisted he'd walk her to class, and joined her not even a few seconds later she began walking.

It was as if he knew that some students would give her trouble by saying horrid stuff about her parents. Colin, since he'd grown much taller, and slightly muscular, seemed to ward off any hard stares and cold glares people sent her way.

They were in the corridor, only two doors away from her Ancient Runes class, when they found their path blocked by a gang of Slytherins; one of them had platinum blonde hair, and a sour expression on his lips.


"So, dating a mudblood?" Draco clicked his tongue. Crabbe and Goyle stood on either side of him looking like two boulders. 

Ophelia scoffed. "I'm not dating him. We're just friends," she rolled her eyes. "Can't you see? Or do I have to spell it out for you?"

"Don't test my patience, Ophelia," Draco warns. 

Ophelia makes a face and mocks him, repeating his words. "Don't test my patience, Ophelia," she says in a high-pitched voice, laughing right after. "As if you have any patience to test."

Before Draco could speak, however, someone else did.


"Look who had a major glow up," remarks Blaise, emerging from behind Draco, smirking at Colin. "Damn, Malfoy, I don't blame you. Even if you were dating him, it's understandable," he sent a wink to Ophelia. "Creevey does indeed look yummy."

Ophelia silenced him with a glare.

"We're not dating!" Ophelia exclaimed harshly. "And even if we were, it's none of your damn business."


Besides Blaise, Theodore Nott scoffed. "So you've stooped even lower now?" he drawled. "That you'd consider going out with such filth?"

Ophelia just then noticed him, after his icy words cut through the air like a sharp knife. He had changed over the summer. His hair was longer, messier, and his tie was slightly askew. 

Jaw clenched, his dark eyes stared at her, as if she were the only person on the room. He had gotten a whole load more muscular over the summer, and she wouldn't deny it, very good looking too. 

But all her thoughts disappeared when he spoke, filling her insides with hatred and dislike for him. 


"The only filth I see here, is you," Ophelia snarled. Shoving her middle finger in his face, she grabbed Colin, and stormed away from them angrily, ignoring her brother's calls for her.

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