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WALK THE LINE
Harry x OC
'for those that don't feel wanted.'
Chapter 5: Quid Pro Quo
Song Choice: Ambience of Hogwarts
Harry watched Sarah sit at the Slytherin table during the feast. She maintained her stony mask, and Harry was forced to hear Ron rant about her.
"See? Told you she'd end up there. She's got the glare to suit Slytherin." Ron shivered. George smirked as Fred pouted.
"What's the matter, ickle Ronikins?"
"Scared of a little girl?"
"Shove off." Ron muttered. Seamus, who sat next to Harry, nudged him.
"Who is that girl? You keep staring at her." he asked, eating some chicken.
"Sarah, my friend. Well- I suppose my only friend." Harry admitted. Ron stuffed another drumstick in his mouth.
"I wouldn't worry, you'll make plenty of friends Harry."
Harry remained quiet, watching as a boy walked up to Sarah and whispered in her ear. She initially glared, but after an exchange of words she stood up and moved down the table to sit where the boy had come from. While she didn't slip her stony mask, Harry did see her speak to a few people.
He stared at the boy, wondering if that was Cerus. He had briefly been told of Selene and Cerus Sallow and could see the resemblance between the siblings. However, the way Sarah spoke of Sallow was not the same as how she sat next to him.
Their eyes met, and Sarah, for the most part, kept to her neutral expression. Harry smiled at her, and he could faintly see- due to the distance- that the corners of her mouth briefly lifted.
Harry was drawn away again as more people asked him questions at the Gryffindor table.
Sarah deeply regretted her nonchalance about the sorting.
For one, as soon as the Slytherins heard her name, many spat mudblood in her face. She knew what it meant, but at the same time she couldn't really care less. Many of the pureblood wizards in Slytherin were inbred, and as such she thought it hilarious that they looked down on her for having a variety to her gene pool.
The common room was stunning though and made up for any limitations that the occupants presented. The first night Sarah was escorted to her room, which was shared with three other girls. She went straight to bed, sleepy after enjoying a nice meal.
However, Sarah couldn't find it comfortable sleeping in that room, as a bit of a panic set back in about the orphanage when she heard the others shifting about. Memories of the cramped living quarters were both familiar and haunting, so Sarah spent most of her time tossing and turning, until finally she gave up and sat in the common room, watching as the giant squid sometimes rolled by the window.
The next morning Sarah went to breakfast early, enjoying the easy walk up to the Great Hall from the dungeons. It was quiet when Sarah got there, and so she had brought a book with her as she sat at the Slytherin table.
"Figured you'd be up early." Harry said as he slid onto the bench next to her. She huffed, noticing next to no one was there for meals yet. Harry likely came down early to find Sarah, as she always rose early despite her hatred for waking up.
"Not followed by your red headed admirer, are you?" Sarah wasn't sure she could handle Ron this early. She might accidentally pull her ring off to hex him. Harry rolled his eyes and grabbed some toast.
"He's not all bad. Though I can see he feels the same about you." Harry admitted. Sarah let a small smirk slip onto her face.
"Whatever will you do Potter? You'll have to choose between us It seems." She was only joking. Harry gave a mock laugh.
"There's no choosing. You're my best friend." He said simply, and while the words seemed obvious to Harry, they did make Sarah feel just a bit better. Abandonment always reared high whenever Harry talked to anyone. It wasn't fair at all, of course, but Sarah felt this looming nervousness in her gut as soon as they reached Hogwarts.
Here, Harry was a celebrity, he could possibly befriend anyone he wanted, and they'd thank him. But she was just Sarah Williams, a possibly muggleborn with a shit personality and a mean death glare. Insecurity reared high in her at the thought, but she forced it down and looked to her breakfast.
"That's good." she said quietly. Harry noticed, so he nudged her gently. She nudged him back.
"What's the Slytherin common room like?" Harry asked. Sarah hummed, describing it to him. Describing the stone and coolness and the vast windows that reached under the lake.
"It is lovely. I sat there for a while and just watched the Squid swim by sometimes." She said, eyes glazing over as she remembered. "What's Gryffindor like?"
Harry described the common room as best as he could, and Sarah laughed.
"Slytherin is better, I'm afraid." Sarah licked her lips after biting her toast.
"The hat almost put me in Slytherin," Harry confessed. "Wish it had now, since you're there."
"It almost put me in Hufflepuff." Sarah said, smirking. "But changed its mind and said that would be such a waste of talent."
"Really? You? Hufflepuff?" Harry tried to imagine it. Sarah hummed.
"It said I had unwavering loyalty. But then said I am too ambitious." Sarah thought, looking at Harry with a grin. "Imagine Weasley's face if you had been sorted into Slytherin. He'd claim it was my bad influence."
Harry rolled his eyes but laughed. Just then two more students sat across the table from them. Harry recognized the Sallow twins from the night before.
"Fraternizing with the enemy, are we?" Cerus taunted. Sarah rolled her eyes while Selene elbowed him.
"Oh please! You're such a sod sometimes Cerus!" Selene muttered. Cerus acted wounded, but then nodded to Harry. He oddly felt the need to sit taller when talking to Cerus, as if the other boy were sizing him up.
"Sarah speaks fondly of you... when she speaks." Cerus' eyes whipped to Sarah then back to Harry. "I'm Cerus Sallow, a friend of hers."
"That's a stretch." Sarah snorted. Cerus smirked at her.
"Don't worry, I'll grow on you." He said in a tone Harry didn't like.
"I'd prefer cancer." Sarah said without missing a beat. Harry spat out his pumpkin juice. Selene reached across the table to hand him a napkin as Cerus grinned and looked to his sister.
"See? I think she likes me." He teased. Selene rolled her eyes and continued to eat. Harry glanced at Sarah, who had gone back to reading. He did think there was some truth to that, since Sarah had actually engaged with Cerus instead of outright ignoring him.
"What classes do you have today?" Harry asked, holding his schedule out beside Sarah's. They wouldn't have any classes together except for double potions on Friday. Selene compared her schedule with Sarah next and found they shared half their classes through the week.
"Well, at least we'll get to spend time together." Selene said with a small smile. Sarah noticed the nervousness.
"You'll make friends. Better than this lot at least." Sarah said, glancing between Harry and Cerus.
"I take offence to that." Cerus muttered, enjoying another boiled egg while Harry snickered.
The following week was just a whirlwind of trying to find time to chat with Harry, Selene, and avoiding Cerus as much as possible. All this was futile though, as the only time Selene and Sarah got time together was in the library while reading- which sadly was interrupted a lot by Hermione sticking her nose in their business- or in classes together. Selene had- somewhat surprisingly- made friends with the muggleborn witch, possibly due to their obsessions with books and knowledge.
Sarah's time with Harry was also cut, as Ron and half the bloody school wanted to speak to Harry every time he had a spare moment. While they did attempt to catch up at the end of each day of classes, Sarah felt the strain and lack of attention creeping in. Especially when the common room was filled with nasty insults every time she did her classwork in there. Unless all the others had gone to bed, the common room was beautiful and as comforting as a jail cell.
It wasn't until after classes that day that Harry finally took matters into his own hands. While Sarah was leaving charms, she was quickly taken by surprise as Harry rushed by, grabbing her hand and not slowing down. Sarah reacted jerkily but followed after the dark-haired wizard. When they finally exited the school Harry slowed down. He grinned, trying his best to catch his breath.
"What was that for?" Sarah asked, though she couldn't help the small smile that slipped onto her lips. It was stamped down suddenly when Ron stopped beside Harry, huffing and puffing.
"Bloody hell, you're faster than I thought." Ron said after catching his breath. Harry squeezed Sarah's hand once, then she pulled it away and tucked it into her robes.
"Thought you'd like to meet Hagrid." Harry said, nodding towards a small hut. Sarah had seen it once or twice when she looked out the windows. Other than their very brief encounter at the train station Sarah had not had the opportunity to speak to this Hagrid. However, Harry was quite certain she would like him.
Ron was displeased when he realized Sarah was coming with them. He didn't understand the attachment Harry could have to such a nasty looking person; though he supposed the few things Harry had mentioned about muggles might've made Sarah Williams look like a better option.
Sarah looked at Ron, who immediately looked away at her glare. Harry sighed.
"C'mon, can't you two just get along?" He begged, hoping that they could. Sarah bit her lip and looked away. She began to walk towards the hut, and the boys followed behind her. Ron whispered in his ear.
"Are you sure Hagrid wants to meet her?"
Harry chuckled.
They made it down to the hut, and Sarah knocked on the door. Loud scrapes and a heavy body slammed into the door. Hagrid wretched it open a moment later holding a massive boarhound by the collar. Sarah had to crane her neck up to see Hagrid's face, and he had to fold his body in half to see her.
"Well 'ello ther'. Sarah wasit?" Hagrid greeted her. Sarah nodded politely, then looked at the dog. "Oh don' mind 'im. Fang here's a big ol' softy."
But Sarah wasn't intimidated by the dog. Rather, she was more so enamored. Fang, however, growled at her. Sarah wasn't intimidated, but Hagrid felt a bit embarrassed by that and yanked him back in before encouraging the three to come inside.
Once inside, Hagrid gave them tea and rock cakes that Sarah nibbled on and watched as the boy feigned eating. Harry introduced Ron to Hagrid, then turned to see Sarah and Fang were locked in a staring contest. Eventually Fang's head drooped, and he came closer to Sarah. She gently petted his head, eyes soft as she felt his smooth fur.
She wasn't sure why the dog was initially wary, but it only fueled Ron's impressions of her. The two Gryffindors spoke of their week, and from the sounds of it Harry had been mostly enjoying himself. Sarah was happy he was, but also a bit bitter at the same time. Hagrid turned to Sarah, who now had Fang drooling all over her legs where he sat with his head in her lap.
"An' how's the Slytherin's treatin' yer? Nasty bunch they are. Specially fer a muggleborn." Hagrid said, shaking his head. Sarah shrugged.
"Have you ever heard of a muggleborn being sorted into Slytherin?" she asked, curious. Hagrid shrugged after a moment of thought.
"Can't say I 'ave." He admitted. Sarah took a deep breath, remembering the common room.
But she didn't want to tell Harry, and not just to keep it from him. Sarah had, for the most part, always defended herself against bullies. But words were not something she could put a physical fight up against. She was stuck in a limbo of anger at their words but not finding her own to counter them.
She was embarrassed, in a sense, that she was supposedly a talented witch- by Maggie's reckon- but also incapable at making some teens stop harmless name-calling.
Sarah changed the subject to discussion of potions class that day. Harry took over, and again he was told not to worry about Snape's commentary. When the conversation turned to dragons, however, Sarah looked at Ron. He gulped, expecting to see her nasty glare, but instead he found soft, neutral grey eyes as she listened to him tell stories about Charlie's work with dragons. She was so interested that she even asked a few questions, which seemed to spook Ron more than her glaring. Still, he answered them to the best of his knowledge.
Sarah was so engrossed she almost missed Harry talking to Hagrid about a vault at Gringotts.
However, it wasn't until after tea had finished and they were walking back to the castle that Sarah asked Harry what was wrong. She pulled him away from Ron to keep it completely private.
"On my birthday, Hagrid took me to Diagon Alley, and we made an extra stop at vault 713. Inside was just a small package. According to this, Gringotts was broken into and the vault that had been in question of theft was already emptied earlier that day." He explained as they slowed.
Sarah mulled over this conversation, trying to understand what this meant for them.
"Did Hagrid say why he took it?" She asked. Harry half-shrugged.
"Sort of, said it was Hogwarts business and Dumbledore trusts him." Sarah nodded to this, thinking as she looked up to the castle.
"Then Dumbledore sent him to retrieve something." She mulled over this, then she looked to Harry. "Why are you worried?"
"I-" Harry paused. Why was he worried? He thought for a moment before shaking his head. "I just think it's odd."
"It is but- I don't think it's something bad. Obviously, Dumbledore thought whatever was hidden in that vault was no longer safe." Sarah said easily, to which Harry grinned.
"Maybe you should've been in Ravenclaw. If that was so easy for you." Harry said, making Sarah snort.
"C'mon Potter. Would hate to have the school send a search party out for you." she said, leading the way back. Harry fell into step beside her.
Sarah quickly learned that the best time to spend outside of the castle was on a Sunday morning. Each day she would slip down to the Black Lake docks and watch the water ripple. Sometimes the squid would make waves on the surface, other times a beast of sorts would. It was always peaceful, and she would enjoy a cup of tea and watch the sun rise from under her cloak.
A notice in the common room alerted her that flying lessons would start soon. And of course, it had to be with the Gryffindors. Malfoy was having a field day.
"Merlin, you'd think he'd get tired at some point," Cerus muttered from his spot by the window. He shuffled closer to the table Sarah was working at. "What are you doing?"
"Homework." Sarah said, finishing up an essay that wasn't due for another month. Cerus laughed.
"Homework? Never took you for the studious type." He teased. Sarah didn't engage, still writing away.
"While everyone else puts the assignments off, I will be in the library peacefully studying. And once everyone realizes the due date is approaching, I will be sleeping peacefully." she said calmly. Cerus chuckled.
"Very well, but here I thought you'd be more interested in flying." He sat on a chair next to her but had his back to her table. Sarah paused in her writing, then continued. Cerus noticed and smirked. "I could teach you."
Sarah just hummed.
"Why would you? Flying lessons are on Thursday. I'll learn there." Sarah finished her writing and looked over her essay. Cerus leaned in closer to her, getting almost above her shoulder now.
"Well, let's say it's a quid pro quo." Cerus admitted. "I want to try out for the team this year, and it's easier to do it if I have someone to practice with."
Sarah looked up at him. He had a devious smirk, but his eyes looked honest enough. She snorted but couldn't help the small smirk that slipped onto her lips.
"Quid pro quo?" She asked.
"It means something for something." He explained. Sarah rolled her eyes.
"I'm aware, just uncertain what it is you will get out of this." She tilted her head and watched him. Cerus chuckled again, sending a shiver down her spine. The sound of his voice always seemed to do that to her.
"I want to try out as a beater. And while we can't use a bludger, it would be helpful if you tossed balls in the air for me to strike. Hell, use that fancy magic of yours and make them fly. In exchange, I'll teach you to fly."
Sarah bit her lip, feeling quite tempted. She tilted her head up and hummed.
"Done."
Cerus' grin widened as he shook her outstretched hand.
That was Friday, and by Saturday Cerus had a full plan.
The Quidditch pitch was open for flying that weekend, but considering Sarah wasn't supposed to be flying as a first year, they went before there was even light out.
Sarah was unbothered by the early rise, while Cerus was barely functional.
"I just pray to never get up at this hour ever again." He muttered, glaring at Sarah. She shrugged.
"Quid pro quo, remember? You wake up early, you get an entire quidditch pitch to yourself."
"Right." Cerus held out his broom then. "I'll walk you through the basics then. To start, you need to learn how to conjure your broom. Brooms move according to your will. You have to want to leave the ground in order to fly."
He placed his broom on the ground and talked her through mounting it. The broom leapt into her hand at once and Sarah could hardly contain her excitement. Cerus didn't seem surprised, and next talked her through getting into the air.
Sarah easily lifted into the air by several feet, but found she was slipping the moment she started to lower. Cerus adjusted her grip and allowed her to try again. This time she didn't slide at all. Cerus smirked.
"Very good, now we try something else." Cerus revealed a small bag he'd dropped earlier when he arrived at the pitch. While the bag itself was tiny, inside –much like the Sallow's home- was likely much bigger. Cerus pulled out a broom that was at least five times larger than the bag.
"This is Selene's broom. Technically she's not supposed to have one, so I snuck it in for her." He handed her Selene's broom and reclaimed his own. He gave a grin. "Now let's up the challenge, yeah?"
Cerus lifted into the sky as though he'd done it a million times. Sarah did the same, albeit a bit slower. Still, she didn't feel horribly off balance like she had expected to feel. It just felt new, but not as alien as one would expect. Cerus watched her carefully, then smirked.
"Let's play follow the leader. We'll stay near the ground for now but try and keep up." He said as he turned to fly away. Cerus kept at a rather slow pace, something one might consider a leisurely stroll. Sarah had a bit of trouble going forward, but once she had willed it, she found herself gliding through the air quite easily. It was almost like walking.
Cerus looked back over his shoulder and grinned, then turned and went faster. He continued this, progressively making the path more difficult to follow. The sped up until Sarah could feel the wind whipping her hair around and flashing across her ears. Still, Sarah kept up with him, her eyes wide and a smile slipping onto her face.
She felt free, her heart exposed as she twisted off from Cerus' path and flew upwards towards the clouds. After climbing for some distance, Sarah felt her eyes water from the wind and her broom slowed to a stop. In the distance Sarah could see the sun finally starting to rise.
Then, with her legs gripping firmly to the wood, she let go and fell backwards. As she tilted, her head faced the ground, and the broom tipped as well. Both she and her broom began to plummet, but Sarah kept her hands out to the sides until she saw the ground nearing her. At the last minute she gripped the broom and did a barrel roll to change her direction. Her grip slid but didn't fail as she flew off again.
Sarah saw Cerus had stopped and was watching her. She flew up to him and sidled up beside him before stopping. Cerus smirked, though it faltered at Sarah's expression.
The normally stoic and poised girl was breathing heavy, her pale cheeks flushed a rosy pink from the wind, her hair in utter disarray, and her expression was delightful to look at. She grinned, showing her perfectly straight white teeth along with dimples in her smile. Her eyes shone brightly in the rising sunlight.
"That was amazing Cerus!" Her voice held none of its usual hesitancy, and for the first time in their relations Cerus was at a loss for words. Sarah didn't mind though as she sat, staring up at the rising sun.
That had been their first practice together, and for the rest of the week Sarah and Cerus got up before the sun- much to the dismay of Cerus- in order to practice without being seen.
Selene noticed Cerus was grumpier than usual, and Sarah found it funny that he often retired to be long before everyone else now. Most of his friends noticed but figured it was 'Sallow being Sallow'.
By Wednesday, Sarah had truly gotten the hang of flying to the point that she was able to hold a heavy ball that Cerus transfigured for them and still fly with relative ease. She would toss it and listen to the loud crack of Cerus hitting the heavy ball somewhere into the air. Sarah would fly after it, catch it, and fly back to them. It really was quite fun, and Sarah found it easier with every try.
At least, after she had gotten over the ab cramping. Evidently, Quidditch was a sport for a reason, and Sarah's abs were positively burning at the end of each practice they had. By the end of their fifth practice, Sarah thought she wasn't doing too terribly. She was by no means a natural, but she could race Cerus and keep up now.
So of course, because it was a fun thing to do, it had to come to an end.
"WHAT IN THE NAME OF MERLIN ARE YOU TWO DOING?!"
Sarah nearly had a heart attack at the sound. She and Cerus halted what they were doing and made their way down to McGonagall. The woman must've smelled trouble if she was out here at this hour. The sun had only just risen. Normally the duo had enough time to sneak in through the quad courtyard before being noticed. Unfortunately, today was not a lucky one.
McGonagall stumbled over her words in her fury.
"THE NERVE-" She spoke some more though Sarah couldn't make it out. "-HOW ON EARTH DID YOU TWO-" More unintelligible speech.
Sarah and Cerus landed a bit away from her. Cerus looked less nervous than Sarah felt, but she schooled her features back to what they usually were.
"How in trouble are we?" Sarah asked quietly. Cerus tilted his head to whisper back.
"Fancy an early vacation?" He joked, though he sounded worried.
"Professor." Sarah said politely as they reached her. McGonagall glared at her.
"Explain yourselves. The both of you." she demanded, furious. Sarah hesitated for a moment, thinking about how helpful Cerus had been. When he went to speak, she subtly stepped on his foot, and he shut his mouth. This was not what McGonagall expected.
"I cannot believe this! At the very least detentions are in order! Perhaps you should be banned from quidditch indefinitely! Mr. Sallow, you for certain will not be allowed to try out for the team this year!" McGonagall ranted, ushering them to follow her.
Cerus hissed under his breath, his face pinched as he tried to keep quiet. Sarah, despite not truly being guilty, felt bad. He had only wanted more practice, after all.
McGonagall brought them to Snape, who looked less than impressed at being woken so soon in the morning. She told him that she had caught them both flying in the quidditch pitch, and at such an hour.
"I cannot imagine what went through your minds to think this was acceptable behaviour." McGonagall continued. Snape, now focused, stared openly at the two children.
"Interesting," his voice said anything but. "Perhaps McGonagall is right. Thank you, Minerva, I shall deal with them both."
McGonagall left, and Snape turned to them. He looked at Cerus first.
"You are banned from tryouts."
Cerus burst, but Sarah stopped him mid-shout.
"I forced him." She blurted out. Both turned to her. "I found out Cerus brought his own brooms to school. So, I threatened to tell his mates about the Puddlemere United posters if he didn't let me fly."
Snape raised a brow.
"And you coerced him... because of some posters?" Sarah nodded.
"Clearly you've never met a Cannons fan, sir." she said confidently. For what it was worth, Snape looked completely undecided whether to believe this audacious lie or simply pretend he did to make it go away.
"Very well, then you two will sort your differences in detentions for the next week. And Ms. Williams, you are banned from flying class for the entirety of the school year. If I even hear of you sitting on a broom while on school grounds you will be banned from flying for the rest of your time at Hogwarts."
Sarah stood tall, nodding and accepting her punishment. She glanced at Cerus to see him staring at her.
"Mr. Sallow," Snape's voice made Cerus look back at him. A sneer slipped onto the professor's lips. "I expect you not to waste this opportunity and will see you at tryouts. Be thankful that someone is willing to say such audacious lies on your behalf."
Cerus looked surprised but nodded firmly.
"Dismissed."
They were barely down the stairs when Cerus stared at her.
"Why'd you do that?" he asked, stunned. Sarah ignored it at first, until he placed a hand on her shoulder to spin her to look at him. "You're not going to get the chance to fly now.
"It's just a broom." She said dismissively, but Sarah was hiding the sadness she felt at never being allowed to fly for the rest of the school year.
Cerus remembered the absolute joy on Sarah's face when she had first ridden a broom and knew she was lying immediately.
"Thank you." He said, no hint of a smirk or cheeky grin. He looked Sarah in the eye as he lowered his hand from her shoulder. She nodded, one corner of her mouth lifting.
"Besides," she said airily. "I enjoy having people in my debt."
Cerus' smirk returned.
"Indebted, am I?" he teased as they continued to walk back to their dorms.
"Of course. Not much of a quid pro quo right now, is it?" she teased.
"Alright, spill. What makes Sarah WIlliams feel like she's got her money's worth?"
Sarah just gave a wicked smirk in return.
"I guess we'll just have to wait and see, won't we?"
The only thing that had bothered Sarah about the entire thing, was when she tried to figure out how McGonagall had known they were there in the first place. She didn't seem shocked to find them, in fact she seemed more upset than stunned.
Her answer was given when the duo walked into the common room to find Malfoy casually lounging on a couch. A smirk on his face.
"Heard you two were enjoying a moonlit flight. Hope nothing ruined it for you."
"You're such an ass." Sarah spat, but she held Cerus back from attacking the boy. As much as she hated Malfoy, there was no way she would let Cerus ruin her sacrifice by clobbering the boy. Besides, Sarah had easier ways to deal with the git.
She ignored Malfoy for now, opting to get ready for the day in peace and heading down to breakfast.
Since they were so much later in their day, Cerus had to grab food and run immediately, while Sarah found her way to Harry. She sat at the Gryffindor table without a word being said. A few glances at most, but otherwise Sarah was left alone.
"Excited for flying lessons?" Harry asked her. Sarah hummed but shook her head.
"I've been banned." she said calmly.
"What?!"
"I'll tell you later." Sarah said easily, ignoring Ron's shocked expression as Harry frowned.
"Already getting into trouble, are you?" He teased. Sarah shrugged but said nothing more.
Sarah's mood soured by the end of the day though. Especially when she heard of what happened in flying class. What's more, she was practically livid when he told her McGonagall appointed Harry as the new Seeker for the Gryffindor quidditch team. Unconsciously, Sarah frowned deeply.
Seemed like Harry's celebrity status was jumping leaps and bounds in helping him.
"Sarah?" Harry asked, noticing the lack of excitement. She jolted, looking at Harry and schooling her features.
"That's good Harry, I'm happy for you." She said quietly, though Harry could see the mask from a mile away.
"What's wrong?" He asked, not letting her drop it like she wanted. Sarah shook her head.
"It's just-" She was cut off as Ron called for Harry. The dark-haired boy looked over his shoulder to see Ron and Seamus waving him over. He nodded to them, then looked back to Sarah.
"Sorry, you were saying?" He asked. Sarah swallowed, and for the first time since meeting him, she lost her nerve. Especially when the Weasley twins congratulated Harry and said he's the youngest quidditch player in one hundred years. Sarah saw the light in Harry's eyes as he grinned again, then looked back to Sarah.
"Sorry, sorry, I promise I'm listening." He said again, trying to stay focused on her. Sarah took a deep breath, then shook her head.
"It's nothing. I have to get to detention anyway." she said casually, tucking her hands into her robes. Harry frowned.
"Wait- you're banned from flying and you've got detention? What happened?"
Sarah smirked, though the normally prideful laughter in her eyes was missing.
"Called Snape a slug when he was mocking a Hufflepuff." She lied, but Harry believed it. He had no reason to think she would lie to him anyway. Never had all this time.
"That's a bit much though, just for that?" He urged, wanting to know if there was more. Sarah shrugged.
"Seems like it was." Harry was called again, this time Sarah nodded to them. "You should go. Your loyal fans are waiting."
Harry glanced at his friends, but when he looked back at Sarah she was already walking away. He called out to her, but she only waved him off as she continued to stroll.
As she neared the Slytherin common room, Sarah played with the bracelet on her wrist subconsciously.
Maybe Harry was just better suited for life at Hogwarts than she was?
Y'all.
I'm sick, stuck at home. Hope y'all are doing great. In between naps I pumped this puppy out today. I did have some meds so I am a little loopy. Fingers crossed this reads better than I think it does.
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