the tragic accident
630 Words
"There will be no foolish wand-waving in this class," professor Snape opened the door, not bothering closing it. "As such I don't expect many of you to appreciate the subtle science and exact art that is potion making, how about for those select few." Okay... I suppose that that means "Hello" in his language. "I can teach you how to bewitch the mind and ensnare the senses. I can tell you how to bottle fame, brew glory and even put a stopper in death. Then again maybe some of you have come to Hogwarts in possession of ability so unacceptable that you're confident enough to not. pay. attention!" he looked at Harry Potter who was writing something in his notebook. I was close enough to understand that he was actually writing whatever professor Snape was telling us, making notes. It's not fair...
"Mr Potter... Our new celebrity..." Everyone could tell that they didn't like each other... "Tell me what would I get if I added..." he stopped at the opening of the door. It was professor Sprout, the Herbology teacher.
"I'm sorry professor Snape but I'm afraid that professor Dumbledore is expecting Miss periwel at his office at once." Wait... me? Why? What have I done?
"Miss periwel?" asked Snape, his searching eyes looking around, his shoulders raised for a second. "Who is that?
I raised my hand but did not make a sound.
Coal black eyes met my blue ones
"You are Miss..." he waited for me to fill the rest of the name.
"Miss periwel" I said with a nod. "rosae, periwel" I added.
"And a Ravenclaw?" whispered Snape critically, taking a look at my robes.
I raised my shoulders, not knowing what to answer to that. Was it suddenly bad that I was a Ravenclaw?
"Excuse me, Professor Snape, but it really is important that we see young periwel in the Headmaster's office."
"Yes, yes, whatever" he said suddenly, not paying attention. I had nothing but to stand up and get out of the classroom. Professor Sprout closed the door behind me.
"I'm sorry professor Sprout but have I done anything bad?"
"No, no dear. But it's important to go to Professor Dumbledore's office," she said and looked at me with sorrowful eyes. "I'm sure he'll tell you as long as you get there, sweetie," she answered.
I didn't say anything. The walk to Professor Dumbledore's office seemed to stretch on forever. Reading Professor Sprout's face was not fruitful either.
"Oh, Professor Sprout! Thank you for bringing rosae here... You can go now."
"Any time, sir," she said and rushed out.
"I'm sorry sir but I don't understand why I am here," I said hastily watching the old wizard with the crooked nose walk slowly to me.
"rosae, I wanted to talk to you about something." he continued talking "You know, life doesn't always come as we want."
"W-what?"
"I'm afraid there's been an accident, rosae. Your parents where in their car when... I'm sorry..."
I remained quiet, trying to understand what he was talking about."No..." I muttered.
"It's true. That happened the day they were leaving the platform 9 and 3/4, two days ago. The funeral is this evening."
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