❝ MERLIN'S GHOST! ❞
❝ I MEAN, YOU'RE NOT WRONG. ❞
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Albany Bronwen was no Chosen One by any means, but being haunted by the ghosts of the greatest sorcerer of all time and a former king had to count for something, right?
❃ in which a lone...
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"ALBANY!" Carly gasped in surprise. Her face was flushed red and eyes watery, which only furthered the Slytherin's rage.
"What did you say?" one of the Beauxbatons girls growled, glaring daggers at Albany.
"I said fuck you, bitch," Albany translated through clenched teeth. "Leave her alone."
The boy she'd hit with the firework straightened and turned to face her, rubbing at the back of his head with a furious expression. "Stay out of zis!"
"Don't think so," George said lowly, and he and Fred emerged from their hiding spot to stand beside Albany.
"Yeah, that's our friend you're messing with," Fred warned.
"What? Zis freak?"
Albany drew her wand, seeing red. "Take it back," she hissed, seething.
The blond boy reached for his own wand, pointing it right back at her. "Make me."
Two soft pops echoed behind her, though despite whatever Arthur and Merlin had to say, Albany's mind was already set on what she was going to do.
"Albany, you can settle this calmly-" came Merlin's warning voice.
"Don't do what I would do," Arthur advised, "but if you do - hit them hard."
"Arthur!"
"STUPEFY!" Albany shouted, firing the first spell.
"PROTEGO!"
"FURNUNCULUS!" one of the girls retaliated, as the boy shot up a shield charm.
George was quick to deflect the jinx, jaw tense as Fred stepped forward with a disarming spell, "Expelliarmus!"
Spells shot back and forth across the hall, sparking and hissing as either party had yet to land a hit, shouting and grunting. That was, until a hex was sent flying Albany's way, and her shield charm failed to cast; she braced herself, as both the twins were occupied.
The hex didn't hit its mark. Instead, something had shattered at her feet, and when she opened her eyes, a solid wall of smoky black had shot up in front of her. The portable darkness marble had fallen from the pocket of her robes, she realised.
"Huh," Fred remarked, glancing sideways to her. "Well, that's not exactly what I was expecting, but at least it was instant-"
He got cut off as a jinx hit him straight in the face, doubling over with a shout of pain.
