That Damn Weasley Charm II G.W

Part 2, Chapter 22- Bewitched Quills and Curfews

When Easter holidays came around the school emptied out again, loads of student opting for the chance to spend time with their families over the holidays, Draco being one of them. Emma, Walter, and I on the other hand, stay at school. Easter is professors favourite time to give us homework, and we also have to choose our classes for next year.

"Year five is important! We have to write our OWLs." I say to everyone as we sit in the dining hall looking through what courses we need to take and what ones we can choose.

"Or we can just not take any classes and just roam around the school aimlessly," Lee suggests getting a high five from the twins.

"Hows about we take the same classes so we can all suffer together?" Wally says looking around at all of us.

"Nope, not at all. I don't want Violet's course load." George says. "I mean that in the nicest way possible gorgeous." He winks at me and goes back looking at the parchment we need to fill out or classes on.

"Well I have to take all the core courses, so Potions, Herbology, Transfiguration, Flying..." I list off all the classes as I write them down on the parchment, "And I want to continue Care of Magical Creatures and Ancient ruins.... I think I'll start Divination this year. It sounds interesting."

I look up from my form and everyone is staring at me. "You're not seriously considering taking another class during our OWLs year are you?" Emma presses.

"I want to learn as much as I can while I'm at school. It's harder to learn things when you're a real adult." George leans over and kisses my temple.

Easter holidays were boring besides course choosing. George and Fred were busy with quidditch and the rest of us did our homework in the bleachers supporting them as much we could. When everyone came back to school the days leading up to the Gryffindor versus Hufflepuff quidditch game flew by. On the day of the entire school makes their way down to the pitch.

"Why can't quidditch season be over already? I'm tired of sitting on these old wooden bleachers." I groan as we find a spot in the stands.

"Good thing you're dating a quidditch player then eh Violet?" Wally winks at me and I shove him gently.

"What's McGonagall doing on the pitch. She isn't refereeing is she?" Emma says trying to peer over the people sitting in front of us.

"The match has been cancelled!" She shouts through the megaphone. The crowd erupts into boos and shouting but she ignores it all. "All students are to make their way back to the house common rooms where their head of house will give them further instructions. As quickly as you can please!"

Emma grabs my hand in fear, "What the hell is going on."

"I dunno, but I want to find George. Go back to the common room with Walter, I won't be long." I shove my way through the crowd of panicked and confused students towards the Gryffindor changing tent.

George and Fred come out almost as soon as I get there. "Hey love," I say before kissing George. "Do you know what's going on?"

George takes my hand and together the three of us walk back to the castle as fast as possible. "Its Hermione. She's been attacked. Petrified. McGonagall whisked Ron and Harry away as soon as she could."

"Christ..." I say to myself.

Before we reach the castle, George pulls me aside and tells Fred to go on ahead. He pulls a small package out from his quidditch bag. "Here. It's a quill that I managed to bewitch. Write on parchment and its normal. Write on your skin and it'll appear on my skin. I have one too. So we can communicate when we are locked in our common rooms."

I shove the quill in my pocket and give George a kiss on the cheek. "That's genius. Let me know if you find anything out okay?" He nods and I rush off to the Slytherin common room.

"All students will return to their house common rooms by six o'clock in the evening... No student is to leave the dormitories after that time... You will be escorted to each lesson by a teacher... No student is to use the bathroom unaccompanied by a teacher...All further quidditch training and matches are to be postponed...There will be no more evening activities..." Snape reads from a roll of parchment. The entire Slytherin house stands in the common room hanging onto each rule he lists off. "There has been two more attacks this evening... Gryffindor student Hermione Granger... and Ravenclaw student Penelope Clearwater... There will be serious consequences if I catch any of you out and about past curfew... I will not have you disgrace the Slytherin name..." and with that, he turns and walks out of the common room.

"That's one person from every house." Walter points out when we sit down on the couch by the glass wall.

I pull blankets out from the basket and hand one to Walter and one to Emma. "Everyone but Slytherin..." I say quietly. Emma pulls the blanket up to her chin and shivers.

"Uhh, Vi? There's ink appearing on your arm there." Emma watches words show up on my forearm.

WE CAN'T LEAVE COMMON ROOM UNLESS FOR CLASSES. CURFEW IS 6 PM. SAME FOR YOU?

"Its George! He bewitched two quills so we can talk to each other no matter what. If he writes on his skin with his it shows up on me, and vice versa."

"Brilliant. You wouldn't expect him to be a genius." Wally says grabbing my arm and reading the message out. It fades away just like it appeared.

I pull out the quill from my pocket and Emma passes me her jar of ink. "Let's see if this works." I read what I'm writing out loud. "SAME HERE. CAN'T EVEN GO TO THE BATHROOM ALONE."

As soon as I finish writing the ink fades off my skin. It takes a second for George to reply. "BE CAREFUL. GRYFFINDORS DON'T TRUST SLYTHERIN. THEY THINK ONE OF YOU IS DOING ALL THIS. SLYTHERIN IS ONLY HOUSE THAT HASN'T BEEN ATTACKED." I read out loud.

"Course they do. Cause every Slytherin in the whole damn house is evil in their eyes. No matter what we say or how many friendships we have with other houses we are the first ones they throw under the bus." Emma says angrily.

"I mean seriously? I bet they won't even stand up for us. Blasted Gryffindors. Can't trust any of them." Walter says agreeing with Emma.

"You people are just as bad as them! Listen to you all, as soon as you hear something bad that one person said you instantly get ready to fight them?"

Emma and Walter look at each other, "You mean what you do every time someone says anything against you or people you care about? How many times have you nearly killed someone this year?"

VIOLET? ARE YOU OKAY? George's messy handwriting shows up on my arm.

PLEASE TELL ME YOU TOLD OFF THE GRYFFINDORS TALKING BAD ABOUT THE SLYTHERINS. WE AREN'T EVIL BASTARDS. I write back to him. "Let's just keep our heads down and follow the rules. I don't need one of you guys turning up frozen in the corridors."

COURSE I KNOW YOU AREN'T EVIL. ITS JUST A STRESSFUL TIME AND YOUR HOUSE DOESN'T LOOK TOO GOOD RIGHT NOW. I read Georges message out loud and Emma groans, "No one's house looks good right now. He can shove it."

I DON'T WANT TO GET INTO THIS RIGHT NOW. I'LL SEE YOU IN HERBOLOGY TOMORROW