Augury [Harry Potter Fanfic]

e. eight

Despite the rain that poured endlessly, the ride to Hogwarts was peaceful and mostly quiet. The three shared their summer with Lee, who in return told them all about how his father decided he wanted to buy a sports car, and how he disappeared in the middle of a dinner, only for Lee and his mother to find him in a near-by Tattoo Studio, trembling from head to toe.

What was the best, was that Lee simply nodded when he was informed that Oliver and Sawyer were no longer a couple, accepting it with a small pat on Sawyer's back.

"-they were amazing! They make the tongue grow, and grow, and grow-- Harry's cousin, the piggy looking one, he couldn't resist it, and his tongue was enomrous before dad's fixed it u--"

"Sawyer!" the comparment door slid open, and Cedric Diggory entered, looking uncharastically upset.

"Diggory?" the four questioned in surprise, but once Sawyer spotted the yellow badge on his clothes it made sense; he was the new Head Boy.

"Sawyer, you're supposed to be in Prefect's carnage! We're discu--"

"Hold on," George stopped it at that, standing up. He walked over o Sawyer, looking as serious as possible. "You don't mean... Sawyer, are you the new Prefect?"

Cheeks burning, she nodded, but Fred stood up in glee, "that's brilliant!"

The confusion on her face was so painfully obvious.

"Excuse me?" she wondered, watching the twins exchange a look.

"We'll have  a person from the inside! Having our backs," Fred threw him arm over his brother's shoulder.

"Keeping us out of harm's way--"

"Detention is not harm," Cedric made a face.

"Loosen up, Diggory," Lee stood up, smacking him on his back lightly. "You're a Hufflepuff, not a Stick-in-the-Arse Ravenclaw."

Cedric's mind took a sharp turn to Cho Chang, but Sawyer stopped that train of thoughts.

"Hold on, you always say that to be made a Prefect, you have to be a prat!" Sawyer cried out, still confused.

"It's mostly the case," Lee obviously caught on quicker than Sawyer. "But you're our inside gal now, besides-"

"We know you're not a prat," Fred announced happily, "and a badge is not gonna change it!"

Sawyer frowned for a moment, before grinning widely. "That's probably the nicest thing you two will ever tell me."

"What about me?" Lee frowned.

"You're a softie," she giggled, hugging him.

He sighed, admitting defeat and hugging the girl back. "That's true."

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The first sign that Sawyer wasn't cut out to be a Prefect was when she cackled along-side with her friends when Peeves started throwing water balloons on random students.

"Ms. Wilde!" a flushed Professor McGonagall cried out as she grabbed Hermione to stabilize herself. "Carry out your duties as a Prefect and handle that Peeves!"

"Of course Professor!" Sawyer called out, still giggling. "See you later," she waved to her friends, rushing up to Peeves.

"That girl's gonna help us so much in the next couple of years," Fred sniffed, trying to make himself seem as though he was crying.

"Who in their right mind would let Sawyer Wilde be a Prefect?" George laughed.

"Hogwarts' exploding this year," Lee decided, walking ahead of them to the Great Hall.