whispers (h.g x fem oc) book 2

Chapter #17

"...to prevent from choking themselves," Alexia finished her sentence, her attention immediately shifting to the two boys who seemed to be losing control of their brooms.

As Alexia continued to manage the exuberant group of first-year students, Hermione found a quiet spot to sit and observe after Daphne left. She couldn't help but smile as she watched Alexia's animated expressions, occasionally punctuated by moments of playful frustration when a broom went astray or a ball was mischievously handled by a young wizard.

The infectious laughter of the children echoed across the Quidditch field, creating a joyful atmosphere. Hermione marvelled at how effortlessly Alexia connected with the students, her patience and genuine care shining through. The sun dipped lower on the horizon, casting a warm glow over the scene.

In those moments of watching Alexia, Hermione's heart swelled with affection. Despite their recent misunderstandings and the challenges they faced, the sight of Alexia immersed in teaching and guiding brought a sense of reassurance. The connection between them seemed to transcend the complexities of their world, and Hermione couldn't help but be drawn to the genuine, caring spirit Alexia displayed.

As Alexia approached, still engaged in the chaos of Quidditch lessons, Hermione couldn't contain her laughter. Alexia, catching sight of Hermione, grinned and gestured with mock exasperation toward the mischievous students.

Alexia plopped down beside Hermione after dismissing the kids, a mischievous smirk playing on her lips. With a dramatic flourish, she presented a stack of parchments to Hermione, who looked at them with a mix of curiosity and confusion.

Hermione raised an eyebrow. "What's all this?"

Alexia's grin widened. "Oh, just some heartfelt essays from the kids about why they shouldn't hit me with their brooms anymore. Remember how I told them to write essays about my safety? They actually did."

Hermione's confusion deepened. "Essays? From the first years?"

Alexia chuckled. "That's right. Seems like my little Quidditch misadventures made quite an impression on them. Thought you might enjoy a good laugh."

Hermione started flipping through the essays, each containing a mixture of sincere apologies, comical drawings, and promises not to repeat their broom-related antics. As she read, her laughter bubbled up, and she couldn't help but appreciate the children's earnest efforts to make amends.

"Looks like you've inadvertently started a 'No Broom-Whacking' campaign," Hermione teased. Alexia grinned. "Well, I've always been an advocate for broom safety, you know."
Hermione's eyes lingered on a particular drawing, a crude yet endearing depiction of two figures walking hand in hand toward the hospital wing. The simplicity of the sketch captured a moment that had apparently left an impression on one of the first-years.

Alexia, noticing Hermione's interest, chuckled and pointed at the drawing. "Looks like someone witnessed our grand entrance to the hospital wing. Very artistic, don't you think?"

Hermione blushed, her laughter bubbling up. "It's... quite expressive."

The giggles from Hermione only intensified, creating a symphony of joy in the air. Alexia couldn't help but feel a warm flutter in her stomach at the sight and sound of Hermione's laughter. It was a moment of shared happiness, a bridge connecting them beyond any misunderstandings.

"Well, seems like our adventures are becoming legendary among the first years," Alexia remarked with a playful grin.

Hermione rolled her eyes, still smiling. "Legendary might be pushing it, but they certainly have an interesting perspective."