[1] prophecy → tom riddle [EDITING]

Chapter Seventeen: Emory's Promise and Morgandy's Spill

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"Mister Lufkin, what has happened here?" asked Madam Laxj as she walked towards the group of teenagers carrying Ophelia as she held her nose in pain, "my, dear are you alright?"

"Broken nose," Ophelia lightly laughed, "it's a long story."

"Do what you have to do, Rune dear," she smiled and pointed to the nearest available bed.

Dove and Rune assisted Ophelia over to the bed and sat her down facing them.

"Please tell me, Lockwood, why is it that I am always fixing your bones?" Rune asked looking at her bloodied nose.

The small group erupted into laughter and Ophelia shook her head.

"Because you're the best person to do it," Ophelia smiled, she winced at Rune's touch as he gently tapped her nose, "I take it back that hurt."

"Calm down, here this is going to hurt slightly," Rune stepped back and pulled back his wand aiming it to Ophelia's crooked nose, "episkey."

A loud audible crack was heard as Ophelia's nose snapped back into place and Ophelia winced once again whilst she reached up to her now fixed nose.

Rune swatted Ophelia's hand away from her nose and raised his wand back up to her nose.

"Tergeo," Rune cast out another spell and Dove watched with satisfaction as Ophelia's dried blood cleared up.

"You okay now?" Dove asked and she placed her hand on Ophelia's arm.

Ophelia nodded her head as she stood up and reached out to hug her small friend. The two girls embraced each other in their arms and giggled.

"We need to get back to dada," Ophelia said as the two girls pulled away from each other.

"Come on I'll walk you both," Emory said, "you too, Rune."

Emory failed terribly trying to make signals with his eyes to Rune. Rune laughed at how obvious it was yet the two sixth year girls had no idea what was happening.

Rune and Dove walked on ahead whilst Emory and Ophelia walked slowly behind in an uncomfortable silence.

Emory was the first of the two to break the silence, "I'm sorry, Ophelia. I should have known you would have stepped in for Tom either way. I hope you can forgive me."

"Emory, its fine, I forgive you. Just promise me one thing?" Ophelia looked up to him and stopped dead in her tracks.

Emory stopped too, "anything, Lia, anything!"

"Stay away from Tom. Stop giving him deadly glares. You're better than that. So why don't you man up and show him," Ophelia let out.

She turned on her heel and headed back up to her defence against the dark arts class. Emory was left standing speechless in the middle of the empty corridor.

"Emory mate, you look like you've seen a ghost. Did Peeves pull yet another prank?" Theodore walked up to him as he looked where Ophelia had disappeared from.

"Yeah I'm fine," Emory shook his head, "not Peeves, just in a world of my own," Emory smiled to his slightly smaller friend.

"Better not be like that in the match later on," Theodore patted him on the back, "come on, the team needs a pep talk before training and the match."

"Yeah, let's go," the boys ran out as they both laughed.

The boys reached the Quidditch field grabbing their brooms that were placed at the little entrance to the pitch.