“Geez, calm down Phee. Where did you have the thing last?”
Lia was most defiantly not in a good mood the next morning. She was still starving from the previous night, she’d gotten hardly any sleep, and, oh yeah, she’d stupidly snogged George Weasley in the middle of the night.
And now she’d lost her wand.
“Don’t patronise me Trace.” Lia scowled, giving her friend a death stare. “I had it last night when I was with-” She froze where she stood beside her bed and promptly stopped speaking. The last thing she wanted was for Trace to find out, but her audible gasp told Lia she had already heard enough.
“You were with someone?!” Tracy squealed. “I wondered why you came to bed so late. I just thought you’d gone to the kitchens or something. So? Who was it?” Trace looked at Lia in excitement
Lia thought on her feet, a lie coming quickly to her lips. “I did go to the kitchens dumbass. I ran into some bloody Gryffindor who tried to give me detention.”
“Was it that Johnson again? Who does she think she is?”
Lia sighed in relief as Trace bought her story, and ignored her rants about the Gryffindor Prefect. Instead, she searched under her bed for her wand for what seemed the millionth time, but it was nowhere to be seen. That must mean that she’d left it in the corridor with George. Wonderful.
“Damn it!” She exclaimed out loud, crawling out from under the bed.
“Yeah, I know, she’s a real bitch isn’t she?” Trace continued, thinking Lia was listening to her. Lia rolled her eyes.
“Shut up Trace. I left my wand in the potions corridor…I’m gonna go see if anyone has nicked it yet.” She grabbed her jumper and threw it over her head.
Trace flopped back into her bed as Lia left the dorm. “Don’t forget we’ve got Defence in half an hour!” She called to her.
Lia scowled as she remembered the detention she’d had yesterday with Umbridge. Glancing down at her hand, she saw it was still red raw, and she clenched it into a fist. She’d already decided that she was going to teach Umbridge a lesson, she just didn’t know how yet. She wasn’t used to fighting her battles in secret. In her old life, she’d just give Umbridge a nasty hex.
Lia walked down the dungeon corridors, trying to remember which one her encounter with George occurred in. Last night she’d been too pissed off to recount her steps. Bloody Weasley! Why did he have to kiss her like that? Or rather, why did he have to insult her and kiss her in the same moment? His words from last night still rang though her mind.
“You’re a Slytherin!”
What was with him, and his stupid games?
Lia looked around the spot she’d stood the night before. She looked all around her, even in the closet she’d hidden in from Flitch. Her wand was nowhere to be seen.
“So that means Weasley’s got it.” She said to herself dully. She cringed inwardly. Having to go to him and ask for her wand back seemed very demeaning to Lia. But she couldn’t put it off. She felt so, so weak, without her wand. It was an odd emotion for Lia to encounter, and she defiantly did not like it. It looked like she’d have to speak to George sooner than she wanted to.
Scowling, she made her way to the Great Hall. This day was not going right for Lia. She stomped her way up the steps and into the Entrance hall, where students were making their way too and from breakfast. She peeked into the hall, where she saw Fred and George joking at the Gryffindor table and her heart leapt. She had a peculiar feeling around her midriff and for some reason, all she wanted to do was go over there and snog the boy senseless.
“Stop it!” She told herself. She breathed inwards and prepared herself to walk over there, constantly cursing the butterflies in her stomach. She’d just taken the first step when a unknown face popped up in front of hers.
“Hello!”
Lia took a step back, and took the stranger’s appearance in. She had the longest, blonde hair Lia had ever seen, and the biggest eyes that made her look like some sort of owl. But what really caught Lia’s eyes were the things this girl was wearing. She had earrings that seemed to be fashioned out of radishes, a necklace made out of corks, and she was clutching a magazine labelled ‘The Quibbler’, which explained the girl’s appearance to Lia. Only weirdoes read that magazine, it was full of crazy conspiracy theories, and spells that didn’t work.
“Err, hi?” Lia answered.
“You’re Ophelia Williams.” The girl said in response.
“Yeah, I know my own name, thanks. What do you want?” Lia said angrily. She really wanted to get her wand back as soon as possible.
“I’ve got something for you.” The girl replied, smiling.
Lia waited, looking at the girl curiously. She was quite strange.
And annoying.
“Well? What is it?” She asked, getting more annoyed by the second.
“You see, he said he would give it to you yourself, but he doesn’t have time. So I got asked. Apparently he seemed very distracted at the time.” The girl said in her slow voice. “I think his head was full of Wrackspurts.” She added in a stage whisper.
“Look, I’ve got things to do. What the hell is it you’ve got to give me?” Lia asked, ignoring the comment about make believe creatures, as she noticed Fred and George stand up at the table. The girl promptly smiled, and started rooting through her bag.
“Can you hold this please?”
A large mushroom, several beetle eyes, what looked like a bag of frog legs (But Lia wasn’t sure), more butterbeer corks, and finally, last month’s issue of the quibbler came out of the girls bag. Lia stood there with her arms outstretched while the Weasley twins walked right past her. She opened her mouth to speak to George, but he ducked his head and practically sprinted past her. Lia’s heart sank, but was quickly full of anger. So he was ignoring her now? Oh wait, of course. One of the most popular Gryffindors in the school could not damage his reputation by speaking to a lowly Slytherin in public!
“Here you go!”
Lia snapped out of her silent rage. “What!” She said, not hiding her anger.
“Your wand. George Weasley asked Harry to give it to you, and Harry asked Ron, and Ron asked Ginny, and Ginny asked me.” The girl smiled again, and passed it to her.
“What- that many people had my wand? Why didn’t George just give it to me himself? He’s just bloody walked right past me!”
The girl gasped. “Maybe a Blibbering Humdinger crawled in his ear when he was sleeping! They can-”
“Whatever, cheers for giving me my wand.” Lia cut in, throwing the pile of objects into the girls hands, and walking to Defence.
She really, really, bloody hated George Weasley.
Hermionie’s got an idea
Lia looked at the note that was thrust onto her desk during the Defence lesson. She glanced at Trace, who was busy writing notes to the Herbology boy she had a crush on. She then glanced at Harry, who was the one who threw the note to her.
Hermionie’s always got a bloody idea. Care to expand a little?
She flicked her wand to levitate it to Harry’s desk. She looked back to the chapter they were supposed to be reading; something about counter curses. They were bloody pointless, in Lia’s opinion. All you need is a powerfull sheild charm.
About getting back at Umbridge
Harry threw the note onto Lia’s desk again. Lia read it quickly the sighed.
Well what is it then? I’m getting to that. She wants me to teach people defence.
A study group? Whoa, that’s really fighting back in style. I know when you’re being sarcastic, even in writing. She wants me to teach spells. The stuff Umbridge will never let us learn. So we can help arm people against Voldemort You-know-who. I’m not a coward, you can say VOLDEMORT. So basically, it’s like some sort of underground… rebellion against frog face? I’m up for that.
I’m not too sure. Me, teaching people spells? They all think I’m a nutcase. I’m not that great at magic myself anyway. You know more than me.
No chance Potter. Have you forgotten majority of the school hate me? I’ll help you though.
Will you? Even though, y’know…
I’m a Slytherin? Sure. If anyone has a problem with it I’ll curse them. Lia, I’m not sure that is the right way to go about these things. Joke, Harry. Just tell me that time and place and I’ll be there. Anyway, what was that business about my wand this morning? Why didn’t George give it to me himself?
Cause he was “too busy”? I think it’s because he’s got a crush on you though. Why did he have it in the first place?
Lia?
Hello?
Lia scrunched up the last three messages from Harry. All she wanted to do was forget that stupid kiss.
Dear Remus
Tell Sirius he can ask me how I am himself. If he hasn’t accepted that I’m a Slytherin by now, he must have a screw loose in his head. I just…wish he’d stop being so stupid. Can’t he see he’s behaving exactly like his family did?
Pretty much everyone still hates me here, but I’m a big girl, I can handle it.
Lia.
Ophelia made her way up to the owlery at break time with a letter for Remus. She was still fuming at the fact that George gave away her wand to about a million people. Never mind the fact that it was her only protection and without it she felt incredibly vulnerable! Instead of giving it to her straight away he had to hand it down like a bloody game of pass the parcel!
Making her way up the stairs, Lia was so engrossed by her anger that did not notice another persons footsteps behind her own. It was only when she felt the sharp point of a wand to her back that she snapped back to reality. Her hand went quickly to her pocket.
“Hold it there Black. Wouldn’t want to do anything rash, would we?”
“Shove it Malfoy. Unless you want that wand sticking up where the sun sure as hell doesn’t shine.”
“Hold it there dear cousin. I’ve got something I want to say to you first.” Malfoy drawled, pushing his wand further into Lia’s back. Lia rolled her eyes. What an amateur. In a flash, she’d extracted her wand, spun around, and dug her own into Malfoy’s chest.
“If you’re going to ambush the best, you snivelling little rodent, I suggest you practice first.” She sneered into his arrogant face.
“Oh and you think you’re the best do you?” He practically spat back at her, raising his wand higher.
“Yeah I do, and I think that if you want to go back to pug face with all your body parts attached where they should be, lower your wand.”
Malfoy laughed. “You think you can beat me?”
Lia sighed. This kid was really doing her head in. She just wanted to send her letter in peace. “Yeah I do. EVERTE STATUM!” She flicked her wand and Malfoy was sent hurtling backwards. “Impedimedia!” Malfoy stopped falling in mid-air moments before he would have hit the stone steps. “Now well you’re just hanging around let me make a few things clear” Lia snarled into his frozen face. “You have no hold over me, okay? I do what I want, I say what I want, I go where I want, and nothing you can do to me will change that. So get off your high horse Malfoy, cause you’re just a measly little school kid to me. And don't call me cousin. I don't need reminding I'm related to scum like you.”
And with that, Lia promptly turned around, and carried on her way to the owlery, not bothering to release the spell on Malfoy. Someone else would come across him…eventually.
Reaching the owlery, she went to find a school owl to send her letter. This had proven difficult last time. She didn’t know why, but the birds just seemed to hate her. She went over to a small looking brown owl.
“C’mere birdie… I just want to send this lette- Argh!” She shielded her hands in front of her face as the bird flew at her, before flying out of the window.
“Stupid animal!” Lia exclaimed angrily.
“Want a hand?” A familiar voice sounded from the doorway.
“I can manage, thanks.” Lia muttered through clenched teeth.
“It doesn’t look like it” George replied. And it was true, Lia was currently grabbing at the birds as they flew away from her. She sighed angrily.
“Here you bloody go then!” She shouted, thrusting the letter at him. He took it slowly.
“You’re not going to hit me again are you?” He asked, smirking. Lia clenched her hands into fists.
“I might.”
“Why are you so angry at me? We seemed to be getting along just fine last night,” he said, and Lia’s heart fluttered at the smirk on his face.
“You’re the one who bloody ignored me this morning? Aren’t you forgetting? I’m a Slytherin!” She said, sarcastically. “Aren’t I supposed to hate everyone just for no reason?”
George’s eyes went to the badge on her robes, and he seemed to falter slightly.
“Just forget about that for a moment okay?!” He said with new bravado. “Look, I felt something when I kissed you. Just stop being such a bitch and give me a chance!” He approached her as he said it and now they were so close their noses could be touching.
Lia sighed and looked down. “It clearly bothers you, or you would talk to me in public rather than just when we’re alone. It bothers you George so no, I’m not going to ‘just forget about it’! I’m a Slytherin okay, and that’s never going to change. I thought I made that clear last night. I can’t change that I used to be a criminal, I can’t change that yeah, sometimes I enjoy duelling people, I can’t change that I’m a ‘bitch’, or so you say.” Lia leant forward and did something neither of them expected, she kissed him harshly on the lips. Closing her eyes, she savoured the moment. When she pulled away, George was looking at her in a way she couldn’t describe.
“Just let me know when you’ve finally accepted who I really am, okay?”
And with that, Lia walked out of the Owlery, even more confused than when she went in there. She passed Harry in the corridor, who looked concernedly at her.
“You okay Lia?” He asked.
“Oh piss off Potter!”
a/n - Sorry for the ridiculous wait, I'm really stressed with school, and uni applications and everything at the moment!
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