Three weeks later, Corvie was still recovering from the shock of what had happened. She hadn't shifted in the entire time, which was strange–she usually shifted at least three times a day. But now she was still a girl.
Streaks of gray had appeared in her red hair, and Corvie was now more and more pale. The next Quidditch Match was coming up–Slytherin against Hufflepuff–and Padma, Sue Li, and Lisa were all attempting to coax Corvie into coming back to the pitch for some spectator viewing.
Corvie finally agreed, and on the day of the Quidditch match, she followed her group of friends out the door and towards the Quidditch pitch.
"Stop right there, Potter," said a familiar voice. Corvie felt Cormac's hot breath on her neck. "I want to show you something," said the second-year. He grabbed her arm and began to pull her away from the pitch.
"No–I don't–please, no!" Corvie whimpered, squirming futilely. She screamed in fear, and Professors Snape, McGonagall, and Flitwick entered the hall, looking mutinous.
"Unhand her at once!" shouted Flitwick, looking deadly despite his short stature.
Corvie felt Cormac's breath leave her neck, and his hands unfasten their spots from around her waist.
Corvie sprinted past the teachers and into the stands. She stared, shivering, forgetting where she was for a brief second.
"CORVIE!"
It was Fred. He, George, Leo, and Lucas were all standing there, looking worried. "What happened?" Fred asked, worried.
Corvie slumped against the wall and began to cry. "It was him again, wasn't it?" George said suddenly. WIping her eyes and sniffling, Corvie nodded a little.
"He tried to–?" Leo looked angry. Lucas was red in the face and scowling angrily. "We'll sort him out. Write to your dad, he'll take care of this."
"I already did–and that was three weeks ago. He still hasn't replied," Corvie sniffed.
"Come on," said a familiar voice. It was Pansy. She put her arm around the other girl and guided her towards the Slytherin-Ravenclaw side of the stadium.
After the game was over, Padma, Sue Li, and the other Ravenclaw girls guided Corvie up to the dormitory. Corvie fell asleep almost immediately.
That week, their first class was Defense Against the Dark Arts. Corvie recovered quickly, but now more streaks of gray in her hair had appeared, as well as one streak of white. Corvie sat down next to Padma and Sue Li, with Lisa in front of her. Daphne and the Slytherins were in the class, as well as Lavender and the Gryffindors.
Cormac had been trailing Corvie, and had so far received three detentions for three separate times that he had cornered Corvie.
"He's not gonna stop," Fred said one evening. "We need to do something about this."
"Tell Dumbledore?" Lavender suggested.
"You know as well as I do that that's not going to work," said Daphne. Padma and Sue Li both nodded, while Pansy, Theo, George, Lucas, Leo, Dean, Hermione, and Neville all stood around Corvie protectively. "Dumbledore could care less about the Ravenclaws and Slytherins, mate," Leo pointed out.
Corvie nodded. "Then she'll have to move around the castle with an armed escort of trusted friends," Daphne decided finally. "Who should it be?"
"The Ravenclaws are all worried about this," said Roger, popping into the conversation. "I've got a bit of influence with the upper years, so I could arrange for some of them to see you to your classes."
"Then it's settled," said George sternly. "She'll be escorted by Ravenclaws and Slytherins. Lavender, do you have any more Gryffindor friends that would be willing to help us?"
Lavender exchanged a look with Hermione and Neville. Dean nodded. "There's Katie Bell. She's not roo fond of Cormac, either–he tried to corner her little sister Sally. And then there's Alice Webbing. She's a good duelist. She can help us out. That's all for now, though."
