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OMEN
ft. Katie Bell
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Katie had first been introduced to the reflective aspect of Halloween in her first year at Hogwarts. It had been bizarre to learn about what could have been a part of her culture as a witch from a Slytherin of all people (and even worse, Marcus Flint)... but she'd always been grateful for it.
Katie grew up a pureblood, but she'd grown up a 'blood-traitor' pureblood, one of the many who thought the Old Ways were long since dead. For the most part she agreed even now… but she still couldn't help but sit down quietly in her apartment, candles lit around her and the smell of dried herbs filling the room.
It wasn't quite a traditional Samhain. It wasn't traditionally Samhain at all, actually, but it was just about as much as Katie was comfortable with.
She didn't know the 'proper' rites— didn't really care about them, in all honesty. All Samhain was to her since first year was a time to sit down by herself and reflect, think about her life and who she was, focusing on all those she'd known who'd died and passed on.
Katie wiggled her toes, focusing on the motion, and collected herself. She was here to reflect.
What was it that had been on her mind so much lately?
Draco Malfoy. The bastard who'd almost killed her. The bastard who'd never showed any sympathy for having almost killed her. The bastard who Katie targeted more than a little in that final battle. She hadn't managed to so much as wound him, as much as she tried… but Katie didn't want him dead anymore.
The guy was a few years younger than her and he'd been obviously forced into doing a lot of the more-murderous things he'd done… but he'd still nearly killed her. He'd still helped torture a bunch of little first years for that horrid toad. The least that could have happened to him was a prison sentence.
He didn't even get that.
Draco Malfoy got pardoned, and Katie got a lifetime of trauma and a phobia of jewelry, of all things.