**A/N** Hey guys! The following images are of Georgette Weber and Shawn Fletcher.
Georgette Weber^^^
Shawn Fletcher^^^
Let me know in the comments what you think of their appearances! Lot's of love xx
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"Can anyone tell me what a Red Cap is?" Our Defense Against the Dark arts Professor, Mister Kerensa asks the class after we've all settled into our seats.
Instantly both me and Theseus raise our hands, after a moment of Professor Kerensa hoping that someone else will raise their hands, he gives up, "Miss Weasley if you please."
I bring my hand out of the air and make sure that I am sitting perfectly straight before I answer, "Red Caps are small, dwarf-like creatures who live in the holes of old battlegrounds or where ever human blood has been shed..."
"They like to beat muggles to death if they are walking alone at night. But for a wizard, they're easy to defeat." Theseus interrupts me. The way he says it doesn't sit right with me, almost like he's bragging that muggles are weak and useless against Red Caps while Wizards are simply superior. Course, that's exactly what he's saying.
"Well done you two, five points each." Professor Kerensa turns back around to his chalkboard and picks up his pointers stick. He then pulls on a string dangling in front of his desk and a big tapestry of a Red Cap unravels itself and hangs from the ceiling.
"Now, in order to see if what you are dealing with really is a Red Cap, you look for what distinguishing features?" Kerensa turns to look at the class and his head drops a little when he sees that only Theseus and I have our hands up again.
"Mister Avery,"
Theseus looks at me out of the corner of his eye like he's bragging that he got chose first or something, "The Red Cap got its name for the red, cap-shaped growth on the top of its head..."
"One may think that it's just a growth, but recent studies have shown that it is actually where the Red Cap's heart is located. Instead of its own blood, a Red Cap's heart pumps the blood of whoever died where it was spawned." I interrupt Theseus the same way that he interrupted me. He turns his head and looks at me with a sour look on his face but I just smile innocently.
"Another thing about Red Caps is that they are on average only three to four feet tall..." Theseus continues.
"However, the shortest Red Cap on record is one foot eight inches tall, and the tallest Red Cap on record is four feet five inches tall." I continue.
Theseus looks like he might just punch me and I love it.
"They have a dark green skin, and if they are exposed to sunlight..."
"Than their skin dries up and becomes flakey... A Red Caps eyes are the same shade of red as the red on the top of its head and it is said that if..."
"That if a Red Cap looks into direct light then they go blind!"
Theseus and I are no longer talking to the teacher, we're looking at each other, both of us pissed right off.
"Oh my god just kiss already!" Tasha Cox shouts from the back of the class.
Theseus and I turn back around to face the front of the class quickly. I'm doing my best to fight the blush that I know is crawling up onto my face.
Professor Kerensa sighs, "Ten points each to Slytherin for that... very detailed answer. And five points from Ravenclaw for speaking out of turn.... Yes, Miss Cox?"
"I only said what everyone is thinking sir. I bet you a galleon that you're thinking it too."
Professor Kerensa looks like he might just quit right then and there, "Thank you for your comment. Now..." he goes back to point at the tapestry of the Red Cap, basically just explaining what Theseus and I just did. People around us are pick up their quills and start taking notes.
Theseus nudges me with his elbow and slips a piece of parchment over to me,
What the hell was that?
I read his message, his handwriting is perfect, better than mine will ever be. I pick up my muggle pen and write back. I know that it's going to bother him that I'm using muggle technology to write to him.
Don't start something you can't finish darling. Now hush I'm trying to focus.
By the end of the class, Theseus and I earned forty points for Slytherin each, all because we were fighting to answer questions first and interrupting each other the best we could... it was horribly brilliant, pissing him off like that.
"Hey! How about you stop flirting with my boyfriend." Georgette says coming up to me in the corridor after our Defense class.
"Your... boyfriend?" I question.
Georgette rolls her eyes, "Theseus? We aren't official or anything but it's obvious it's going to happen so why don't you just fuck off already."
"You can have him. I don't want someone like that. But you should know, he's a blood supremacist."
"So? I'm going to be the one to show him that muggle-borns aren't any different than any other kind of wizard. He's broken and I plan on fixing him."
"Sure Georgette, go ahead and treat Theseus like a DIY project. I'm sure he'll love that."
"Like you know what he loves. Back off him."
I just roll my eyes and walk off towards transfiguration. Hop off her boyfriend? I was never on her boyfriend. Why can't anyone see that we hate each other?
I'm one of the first ones in transfiguration. The only other kid is Shawn Fletcher, a Slytherin boy that was friends with Ophelia when she was here.
"Hi, Weasley." He says, "Some show you and your boyfriend just put on in Defense."
"He's not my boyfriend. Apparently, he's seeing Georgette." I say taking my seat.
Shawn laughs, "Really? Him and Georgette? I've seen them maybe interact twice."
"Sometimes you only need to interact twice to start fancying someone."
Shawn whistles, "Sounds like you're talking from experience."
I turn around in my seat and look at him coldly, "Sounds like your talking out of your ass."
Other students start coming into the classroom and I spin back around in my seat before Theseus and Georgette come in.
Once Theseus is sitting down in his spot beside me, I decide to ask, "Georgette says that you are her boyfriend."
"Does that bother you?" He says back to me.
"Not in the slightest. Did you want it to bother me?"
"No."
"Okay then."
"Okay then. She's like the attractive version of you."
Theseus looks away from me after he says that, I can't help but feel like crying at least just a little. He said it so... forwardly. I shrink down into myself as I pull out my textbook and parchment. I think that Theseus can tell that he struck a nerve but he doesn't say anything. Not like I was expecting him to.
The whole class I stayed silent. Mostly because I feel like if I was to speak I would hex Theseus, mostly because I'm drained in general. I want to get into the Room of Requirement on my spare. I want to bring my dogs back. I haven't done that spell since Fred and Evie walked in on me that day. But the power I felt, looking at those spirits waiting for me to command them. That's a feeling I can get used to.
Instead of hanging around to get bullied by Georgette again, I head up the stairs to the seventh floor and into the Room of Requirement.
I waste no time getting myself ready, throwing my robe into the corner along with my bag, leaving me in fishnet tights, a black skirt and the white button-down uniform shirt. I put my hair up in a ponytail before I go over to the dummies and pull a few away from the wall.
I stand in front of the first dummy, my wand pointed at its chest, "Reducto." I say almost lazily. My spell hits the dummy square in the chest and it disintegrates in front of my eyes. A few months ago I could barely get the dummy to break in half when I was putting all my energy behind it. Now, just a measly flick of my wrist and the whole thing crumbles to ashes at my feet.
That gives me so much joy, I can't help but smile at the debris. I turn to the next one, think for a moment, then, "Diffindo," pale pink light hits the second dummy and it slices clean in half, each side stays upright for a moment then falls to the ground.
"I can do better than that," I mutter to myself. I go over to the wall and pull another dummy into the middle of the room, "bigger, stronger... something that no one else could do..."
I think for a moment, then I raise my wand. I've never done this one before, sure I've read about it but reading about it and practicing it are two different things. But it can't hurt to try.
I move my wand in a checkmark motion in air. But just as I finish the door behind me opens. It distracts me, my wand moves away from the target. The arrow that was supposed to hit the dummy ricochets off of the mirror and comes soaring back towards me. Into my stomach.
My wand falls from my hand out of shock. I look down at my stomach, the arrow embedded deep inside me, "ow," I whisper before falling over.
But I don't hit the floor like I thought I would. I make eye contact with Theseus who has anger and worry all over his face. "Fucking idiot," He says to me as he lays me down on the ground all the way.
"For someone who's so fucking smart in classes you really are dumb. Shooting arrows indoors? I'm sure all your research told you not to do that... hold still."
I sit up a little so I can see what he's doing but that was a bad idea.
Ever seen someone pull an arrow out of you? It's not pretty.
I do my best not to scream out in pain cause I don't want to look weak in front of him. But how much worse could this possibly get? I inhale sharply through my nose. Theseus drops the arrow beside me, slick with my own blood and he half-smiles, "Impressive." Is all he says but my entire body lights up because of it.
Then he takes out his wand, "Don't move Cassiopeia...." He starts to draw slow circles with his wand over my wound, "Vulnera Sanentur," he repeats over and over.
My stomach grows warmer with every time he says it. I watch him carefully, the way he moves his lips, the way his eyes are so focused on my body. I almost get self-conscious then I remember that I'm literally almost dying so the idea that Theseus is judging by body fades out of my head.
Once he's finished he helps me sit up carefully, "You'll be fine. But I wouldn't go to the rest of your classes today." He stands up and puts his wand away. Then he walks over to the corner where my stuff is and comes back, "Here, put this on, it'll hide the fact that your shirt is soaked in your own blood."
I do as he says and he helps me get to my feet.
"How'd you learn how to do all that?" I ask him.
"My father isn't a nice person." And the conversation dies.
Theseus helps me all the way back to the common room, we take back corridors and secret staircases that I've learned about from Fred's map so that no one sees us. Neither of us thinks it would be wise for someone to see us limping through the halls.
When we are in the common room he helps me all the way into the girls' corridor and he stops in front of my dorm room door.
"I uh..." He stumbles over his words, which is new for him.
"I'll be fine getting into my room by myself Theseus. Don't you have a girlfriend to go find?"
Lucky for us, no one else was in the common room when we got in, and by the lack of giggling coming from the other side of the door, there's no one in my dorm either.
I let go of Theseus and try to open my door by myself. I take a sharp breath in as pain courses through my entire body.
"Oh yeah, you can get into your room without my help," Theseus says sarcastically.
"Well if it wasn't for you I wouldn't be in this mess in the first place," I say as he opens my door and helps me into the room.
"I was the one that told you to shoot arrows indoors? Which bed is yours?"
"That one..." I point to the farthest one from the door, right beside the glass that looks into the lake, "If you didn't come into the room then my wand wouldn't have shifted and that arrow would have hit the dummy instead of me like it was supposed to."
Theseus helps me sit down on my bed, then he goes over to my trunk and pops it open, "No. You still would have gotten hurt but you'd be dead right now, lying in a pool of your own blood in a hidden room. No one would know where to look for you. What is this jumper? It's awful."
Theseus holds up the most recent Christmas jumper that Nan made me, "Get your nose out of my things. I can dress myself thank you very much."
"You couldn't even open a door yourself, idiot."
"Maybe if you casted a better healing charm then I could have."
"Maybe if you didn't try to kill yourself every time you practiced dark magic then I wouldn't have to keep an eye on you."
"Maybe if you just minded your own damn business..."
"I've been here for nearly two months and you've nearly killed yourself twice Cassiopeia. How do you expect me to mind my own business?"
Theseus comes over with a black tank top and grey sweatpants in his hands. He sits on Sacha's bed which is opposite of mine. He looks angrier than I've ever seen him.
"Why don't you put this much energy into your girlfriend?"
"She's not my girlfriend, she just thinks that she is."
"You sure act like she's your girlfriend."
Theseus stares at me hard. "You want to know why we left Greece hmm? I was friends with a muggle-born girl at school. My father found out. After he beat me to a pulp despite my mother's best efforts, he killed her entire family. Including her. So no. I am not dating Georgette because if my father found out it would not go well for anyone. He killed that girl and we were just friends. What would happen if I was dating a muggle-born hm?" Theseus takes a shaky breath, "Take off your shirt before someone comes in and sees all that blood."
"I'm not taking my shirt off in front of you."
"Fine."
Theseus tosses the shirt and pants that he's chosen out of my trunk and gets up from Sacha's bed. He walks over to the door and steps out to the corridor, the door closing behind him.
I stare at the door for a moment. I don't know how to process what he just told me. I want to feel sorry for him but I just can't. Mum and Uncle Draco were abused when they were growing up but they didn't let that change who they were. They did not bend to Lucius's and Narcissa's beliefs. If they can do it why can't he? Georgette has her work cut out for her if she plans on fixing Theseus that for sure.
I change slowly, each time I move pain erupts in my stomach. But once I've finished I call Theseus back into my room to help me to the couch in the common room. He doesn't say anything to me, just sits me down on the couch and walks out of the common room.
I really want to hate him. He's a horrible, annoying, cocky bastard. But he just saved my life when he didn't have to... if Georgette knew she'd kill me. If Fred knew, he'd kill the both of us.