I must become a lion hearted girl, ready for fight before I make the final sacrifice. Here I am, a rabbit hearted girl, frozen in the headlights. It seems I've made the final sacrifice.
Ron squinted at the notes, and what he wrote, before rolling his eyes at the girl. “That does say Rat, Hermione. Maybe you need glasses like Harry.”
He tried to hide his annoyance as she simply took his papers and started correcting them — but she was helping. She just had an awful way of going about it. He just had to acclimate himself to the girl’s ways that he’d apparently forgotten over the holidays.
“Well, thanks for the vote of confidence, Hermione. ‘m not completely useless. Don’t forget who got you lot past the chess set last year.”
She looked over at the word once more, her nose wrinkling in place at how overly messy his handwriting was. If she could not read it, then there was absolutely no chance for the professor to. “I think it would be best if you worked on your writing abilities.”
Then, she turned her head to look at him, a slight scowl present; her eyes intent on his as she went on.
“Don’t you understand? Whatever this is, it is much bigger than that. Yes, I do recall last year quite vividly - I must admit, had it not been for your.. skills at a rather.. barbaric game of chess, Harry would not have been able to move on. But don’t you think it’s a little unnerving that he was the one that needed to go forth? Had it been you, or me, we would most likely have died. And yet Harry lived.”
She did not actually expect the redhead to have thought too hard on the subject. It was something she had a problem with - something she could not help. Her mind often wandered on it’s own, to various topics, always calculating and taking everything in. Perhaps this was one moment where she nearly despised her own intelligence, purely for the headaches that followed from over analyzing each event that took place last year.
❝ they’re big, annoying butts. you’re really nice and cool. don’t let them get to you, because i’m sure there’s a lot of people who wants to be friends with you. ❞
the blonde lets out a soft chuckle, nudging the other gently. to be h- onest, hermione had always intimi- dated her, and rapunzel regrets why they hadn’t talked sooner.
❝ i’m talking a lot, aren’t i? i’m so sorry. bad habit. ❞
The witch appreciated what the other girl was saying to her. She did not have many friends and she seemingly lacked greatly when it came to obtaining friendships with other girls her age,
but having that been said, she had a feeling that this particular girl was one to keep around.
“It’s quite alright. At least you don’t spout utter nonsense like some people.”
The bookworm within her was getting rather anxious - talking about feelings was not something she was used to and she wanted to so gravely turn her attention back to the quiz in front of her.
“–are you almost finished? I have two questions left.”
they were both products of oppression; rapunzel was most likely teased due to the fact that out of all animals to choose, she had chosen a chameleon as her co- mpanion. also, being a pureblood and not landing in slytherin meant business.
she was an innocent and pure child. there wasn’t a mean bone in her bo- dy, and that was why rapunzel was an easy target for those who seem- ingly did not have anything better to do with their spare time.
❝ it’s because they call you the m-word, right? they’re rude and disrespectful. i’m a pureb- lood, but i don’t just say that to people. es- pecially to people who don’t even deserve to be hated. ❞
She went quiet at the mention of the word, her head simply nodded to confirm what the ravenclaw wanted to know.
m u d b l o o d
It still upset her stomach to hear it.
“It is reassuring that you are not like the others. Really, it is.”
“Dentists?” Isago would ponder for a moment as he took in this new fact “That sounds cool!”. He would appear to be floating mid air, his legs crossed and sitting on a cloud of what appeared to be made of sand.
She blinked as her neck craned slightly to look up at the– boy, was it? Magic seemed to still be something she was unable to get used to. “Have you never heard of the profession before?” She asked curiously, though her attention seemed to be mainly on the cloud he was sitting upon. “–how do you do that?”
Ron wasn’t really absorbing as much of the information as he liked, not without her helping him, but since she’d been nice enough to let him look at her notes he wasn’t about to complain. At least he might not completely fail, as long as he could keep the ingredients straight in his head.
At her comment, he glanced up, brow furrowing in confusion. What was she going on about now? “Of course Harry’s gonna be alright. He’s got me.”
She hadn’t expected him to understand how she felt. She sighed, eyes scanning over what he had written down– her finger pointed to a particular word he’d written down. “Ronald, that’s supposed to say Rat-tails, not Hat-tails.”
She then took her quill and pulled his paper towards her, absentmindedly going through it to double check that he had the correct information - marking whatever was wrong and filling in the correct answers. When she was finished, she handed it back to him and then finally returned to the topic she had brought up before.
“All I am saying is, if something is going to happen, then it’s most likely going to happen to Harry. He is Harry Potter afterall. Last year was only the beginning of it all. I’m sure of it.
–and I am also sure that even though he has you, it is not going to stop whatever this is.”
