Lisa is a Ravenclaw in the Trio's year, not an OC. But I quite like her, we may be seeing more of her. If you want to tell me, yes, more, or no, no more, click that little blue-grey button and leave me a review! Reviews are the currency of the land!


E Q U A T I O N S

Lisa Turpin has been set to supervise those who rebel, as her own punishment, but her own little rebellion sits on the desk in front of her.

The coarse pencilled numbers are part of a supply she brought with her at the beginning of term. Numbers aren't dark, they can't be sensed, but the equations that she copies out cannot be coded.

Her Ravenclaw rebellion is one that cannot hurt anyone.

In front of her, another chained First Year lets out a whimper. Lisa looks to her best friend and worst enemy, the clock. At half past four, on the dot, Michael comes and unchains them. It's their routine. The Carrows never check on her quiet watch. Michael slips in, and does what Dumbledore's Army does best, without a care.

Lisa wishes she could be like him. Padma told her about the duelling practice, the graffiti, everything Lisa has been far too scared to do. All she can do is break down numbers until somewhere, there's something that makes her feel better.

The little secret breakaway that her Muggle mother has taught her is all Lisa can manage, when she sees Michael enter. He gives her a little smile and she blushes. Michael's what she's always wanted, though with Ginny and Cho, he never notices shy little Lisa.

In his eyes, she's not a rebel.

But the algebra that spreads itself out as the clinking chains unwind tells her that she's doing all she can. She unravels the mystery behind them and hopes that somewhere, she'll find the answer to it all.

Michael leaves the First Years rubbing their wrists, and on his way back out, he smiles to her. Lisa can't help but blush rose again when he comes over.

"Thanks." he whispers.

But he doesn't know the half of it. All she is to him, all she's ever been to him, is shy little Lisa Turpin who does anything for him happily.

But secretly, Lisa imagines that he's thanking her for the numbers hidden below her hand, for staying loyal to her mother, to him, to everybody else.

In her mind, Michael is thanking her for her own little rebellion.

But she knows in fact, he's thanking her for sitting back and allowing everyone to get on with what they do best.

He doesn't know that the numbers that keep her broken away, that keep her a rebel, will always be what little Lisa Turpin does best.

But as Michael thanks her for letting him revolt, the maths in front of Lisa is what's letting her do it.

Her little rebellion can't hurt anyone, she thinks, as he slips out of the door, not knowing that she's watching.

Michael Corner is a dream, as much as Hogwarts without the Carrows is.

But an equation, something complete and definite, that's real and true.

A real and true answer, that's what her dreams are filled with these days.

And freedom and Michael Corner can wait until she and the her personal rebellion have worked it out.