❝𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘩𝘢𝘷𝘦𝘯'𝘵 𝘣𝘦𝘦𝘯 𝘨𝘰𝘰𝘥 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘭𝘰𝘯𝘨
𝘪𝘴 𝘪𝘵 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘴𝘰𝘶𝘯𝘥 𝘰𝘧 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘰𝘸𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘰𝘶𝘨𝘩𝘵𝘴
𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘢𝘭𝘸𝘢𝘺𝘴 𝘬𝘦𝘦𝘱𝘴 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘶𝘱 𝘢𝘵 𝘯𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵?
𝘮𝘢𝘺𝘣𝘦 𝘪𝘵'𝘴 𝘵𝘪𝘮𝘦 𝘵𝘰 𝘴𝘢𝘺 𝘨𝘰𝘰𝘥𝘣𝘺𝘦
'𝘤𝘢𝘶𝘴𝘦 𝘪'𝘮 𝘨𝘦𝘵𝘵𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘱𝘳𝘦𝘵𝘵𝘺 𝘧𝘶𝘤𝘬𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘵𝘪𝘳𝘦𝘥❞
― 𝘵𝘪𝘳𝘦𝘥, 𝘣𝘦𝘢𝘣𝘢𝘥𝘰𝘰𝘣𝘦𝘦
THANKFULLY, THAT TRANSFORMATION WAS NOT AS BAD AS OTHERS HAD BEEN PREVIOUS, SO, FOR THE FIRST TIME IN HER WHOLE SCHOOLING, VEGA WAS ABLE TO ATTEND THE HALLOWEEN FEAST THAT NIGHT.vega was quite intrigued at what it would be like. she had heard many positive remarks about it and how much delicious food they had. she was quite excited.with some of the helping medicine, the sickness that followed the pain had eased. the only new scar she dorned was a small one on her hip that hurt her to twist and turn.so she dresses in her gryffindor uniform, gently pulling her top up and letting her skirt rest below her hip in a slightly uncomfortable spot.she perks up slightly as footsteps enter, darting a look to the platinum-haired boy who just entered."you're actually coming to the feast this year?" his eyebrows raise.vega nods, "i know, right? my transformation was surprisingly mellow. got a good cut in on my hip but that's about it, some bruising as always but other than that i'm surprisingly fine. well, a little dizzy, but i can manage"he nods, smiling slightly, "i'm glad they're easing up a bit. usually your halloween ones are the worst"you nod in agreement, pulling your cloak on and heading out with draco, leaving poppy with an enthusiastic wave."they usually are. but something feels oddly different? i don't know what, but it just feels.. ah, i don't even know how to explain it, but something's just felt different this year"draco hums slightly, ruffling his blond hair with his hand.bumping him with your uninjured hip, you head into the great hall, leaving his grumbling ass behind.you occupy the vacant seat by fred, george and lee. the three seemed shocked by your arrival."vega! you're here?" fred quipped."you usually never come to the halloween feast, too busy avoiding everyone in your room" lee snorts.vega rolls her eyes with a smirk, "well, just thought i'd see what all the fuss is about"george snorts and shoulders her slightly, vega stiffens slightly and clenches her jaw tight, eyes squinting ever so slightly as she feels a painful jolt in her hip.she just gives a strained chuckle and nods, ignoring the skeptical looks of the three around her.vega looks around the hall, It had been decorated with hundreds and hundreds of candle-filled pumpkins, a cloud of fluttering live bats, and many flaming orange streamers, which were swimming lazily across the stormy ceiling like brilliant water snakes. she could see why people raved about it.fred and george grinned at the glimmer in her icy eyes.the food was more than delicious; vega had second helpings of every item there.she huffs, "man i've missed out every other year.."lee nods in agreement, "yes, you have""why do you never come, anyway?" fred questioned, vega stiffened slightly but shrugged."i dunno, just never saw much point in it" she lied through her teeth, the three looked skeptical but nodded.vega looks up to the long front table where all the professor's sat, professor lupin looked cheerful and as well as he ever did; he was talking animatedly to tiny little professor flitwick.vega raised her eyebrow lightly at that, but hummed to herself,
ah, right, he takes wolfsbane, doesn't he? no wonder i seen snape brewing it.. lucky bitch the feast finished with an entertainment provided by the hogwarts ghosts. they popped out of the walls and tables to do a bit of formation gliding; nearly headless nick, the gryffindor ghost, had a great success with a reenactment of his own botched beheading. definitely an odd event.vega facepalmed as draco grinned, the boy shouted through the crowd as they all left the hall, "the dementors send their love, potter!"vega, sticking alongside lee, fred and george made their way along the usual path up to the gryffindor common room, but when they reached the corridor that ended with the portrait of the fat lady, they found it jammed with students."the hell's happening?" vega questioned with a frown, going on her tip-toes to try and peer over the heads of the other students."let me through, please," came percy's voice, and he came bustling importantly through the crowd. vega rolls her eyes."what's the holdup here? you can't all have forgotten the password -- excuse me, i'm head boy -"the three exchanged a look.and then a silence fell over the crowd, from the front first, so that achill seemed to spread down the corridor. they heard percy say, in a suddenly sharp voice, "somebody get professor dumbledore. quick."vega's eyebrows raise before furrowing, sharing looks with people around her.people's heads turned; those at the back were standing on tiptoe.a moment later, professor dumbledore was there, sweeping toward the portrait; the gryffindors squeezed together to let him through, and vega, fred, george and lee moved closer to see what the ruckus was about, being squished near harry, ron and hermione.vega's eyebrows raise in shock. the fat lady had vanished from her portrait, which had been slashed so viciously that strips of canvas littered the floor; great chunks of it had been torn away completely. "merlin" lee mumbled.dumbledore took one quick look at the ruined painting and turned, his eyes somber, to see professors mcgonagall, lupin, and snape hurrying toward him."we need to find her," said dumbledore. "professor mcgonagall, please goto mr. filch at once and tell him to search every painting in the castlefor the fat lady.""you'll be lucky!" said a cackling voice. it was peeves the poltergeist, bobbing over the crowd and looking delighted, as he always did, at the sight of wreckage or worry."what do you mean, peeves?" said Dumbledore calmly, and peeves's grin faded a little. he didn't dare taunt dumbledore. instead he adopted an oily voice that was no better than his cackle. "ashamed, your headship,sir. doesn't want to be seen. she's a horrible mess. saw her running through the landscape up on the fourth floor, sir, dodging between the trees. crying something dreadful," he said happily. "poor thing," he added unconvincingly."did she say who did it?" said dumbledore quietly."oh yes, professor head," said peeves, with the air of one cradling a large bombshell in his arms. "he got very angry when she wouldn't let him in, you see." peeves flipped over and grinned at dumbledore from between his own legs."nasty temper he's got, that sirius black."there was a collect gasp.vega's stomach dropped to her feet as almost everyone's eyes turned to look at her, seeming to flash with fear.
date posted ; 13/07/23a/n ; gonna write another chapter cos why not