❝ 𝐒𝐡𝐞 𝐭𝐨𝐨𝐤 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐌𝐚𝐥𝐟𝐨𝐲 𝐧𝐚𝐦𝐞 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐞 𝐢𝐭 𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞 𝐚 𝐜𝐫𝐨𝐰𝐧... ❞
theodore nott x fem oc
*very slow burn*
this book is written for, and dedicated to all swifties out there.
rated mature for explicit violence, graphic de...
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A WEEK LATER, OPHELIA'S HAND was as good as new, after soaking it in Essence of Murtlap and applying dittany daily, and once the scars had completely faded, she had been in a much better mood.
She didn't wear anything pink to Umbridge's classes, in fear of receiving another horrid detention.
Colin seemed to never leave her side.
Her best friend claimed that it was because he just wanted to spend time with her, but Ophelia knew the real reason behind him constantly hanging around her. He didn't want to leave her alone, in fear that something would happen to her.
Ophelia hadn't told her father anything, about what had happened with Umbridge. He wrote to her once a week, asking if everything was alright, and she always said yes. For one, she didn't want to worry him at all, despite knowing that she needed to tell him about Umbridge. Secondly, she knew he was extremely busy with his work and his nightly duties with the Dark Lord.
Another thing Ophelia looked forward to every week was Quidditch practice. Every year, she had never managed to make it on the team, not even as reserve. Being the reserve wasn't as good as playing, but it was much better than not being on the team at all.
She didn't have as much practice, but Angelina still let her watch the practice as a team, to see how the other players flew. And, occasionally, Angelina would give Ophelia a chance to work with the other players.
Colin had walked Ophelia to Quidditch practice, and was sitting on the Gryffindor side of the stands, waving to her just as she emerged from the locker room, her Firebolt in hand.
"We've got a couple of people out there watching, but I just want you to ignore them, all right?" Angelina asked, emerging from the captain's office.
Without even looking at the stands, Ophelia's stomach lurched, already knowing who had come to watch her play.
Sure enough, when she turned her head towards the stands, Draco, Crabbe, Goyle, Theodore, Pansy Parkinson and Zabini sat together, watching the Gryffindor team as if they were the opera.
"Look who finally got on the team," drawled Draco. "What happened, did Gryffindor run out of talent and pick you as their reserve?" he chortled.
Ophelia scowled as the rest of the Slytherins guffawed.
The rest of the Gryffindor team looked that surprised at the fact that Draco was openly insulting his little sister.
"She's a damn better flyer than you, Malfoy," yelled Colin loudly, flashing his middle finger at her brother.
Ophelia felt a sudden surge of pride, and her cheeks tinged pink as she sent Colin a grateful smile.
