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ZORYN WAS LIVID.
He had the AUDACITY to THANK HER? Oh he was good. But she was better. “You’re welcome, Sir,” she managed through gritted teeth. This man was at the top of her list. Once their rebellion took place, he’d be the first target. Zor made sure to make a mental note of this so that she could tell Jessa. She would have broken the rules to whisper to the girl now, but she was still exhausted from her three minute escapade.
And then the Derf thing happened.
ALRIGHT SOMEONE GRAB HER BEATER’S BAT BECAUSE SHE WAS READY TO KNOCK HIS BALDING HEAD RIGHT OFF HIS NECK.
Derf was pretty much the only good person left at this school. It’s not his fault that he just came back from an intense run and thought they were given the cue to sit???? The Gryffindor stole a glance over at Faith, trying to translate SO MANY things within a single look.
If Derf wasn’t allowed to sit then Zoryn wouldn’t be sitting either (anyone else and she wouldn’t have cared too much but Derf wasn’t just ‘anyone else’). Call it the pre-rebellion, if you will. And she’d make a show of it too. He never said anything about standing still.
The Gryffindor swayed side-to-side, swinging her arms around and thinking about his question (not seriously, of course). Things to be avoided? This class. Things she found strange? The fact that hair didn’t grow at the top of his head. She hoped HE’D burn himself from the fire.
“Some practices involve burning herbs, like sage, to analyze symbols in the smoke,” she was going somewhere with this. “Hope that’s what we’re doing… It could help us get rid of the evil spirits looming around the castle this year.” The evil spirits being their balding divinations professor AND the headmaster. That last bit was implied.
__________________ Days of Potter 2023:___________________________ Which Bertie Botts Flavour Are You?
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