3 / Unforgivable Curses

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"Class dismissed."

The students unsteadily rose, hurrying to leave the claustrophobic space. Before Neville could leave however, Mad-eye roughly called for him to stay. Willow shivered, not envying the Gryffindor boy in the slightest.

The majority of the students couldn't help but feel unsettled as the lesson as the lesson ended abruptly. Willow in particular found the new teacher notably unusual, not only in teaching style but in personality as well. Part of her felt as though Professor Moody couldn't be trusted, and for a moment, she questioned Dumbledore's judgment.

Willow turns to Jordan to discuss her suspicions, although, the petite, curly haired girl had already gathered her things and begun to walk off.

"Jordan, wait up." She called after her, although the girl didn't so much as turn her head.

Willow watched as Jordan walked up to Draco's desk, a knot forming in her stomach as Draco's mouth curled up into what might have been seen as a smile. She didn't hear what Jordan said to him, but she didn't have to.

The two walked off, hip to hip. Willow had spent so much time trying to hide from the prying slit-pupils of pure-blooded Slytherins with forked tongues dripping silvery gossip, but this was the first time she felt truly invisible.

She had however, never considered invisibility came at the cost of her best friend.

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After a long afternoon with the infamous Malfoy boy, Jordan decides to break off as the sun begins to set. She eventually settles into a little nook tucked beside a window with a quill and parchment in hand. Although the darkness of the early night surrounds her, a small lamp shines brightly enough to allow her see.

A silence and stillness landed in the library where she sat. With the new year still freshly set in motion, there wasn't much need for book study, which left the place empty besides the librarian that was sat comfortably at the entrance. Jordan herself had no obligation for studying, she simply required a space that would be free of judgment and nagging questions from the worried fairy girl she shared a dorm with.

The first words written on the little piece of parchment she had brought read, 'Dearest Mother and Father'.

Jordan tapped her quill to her temple, searching for a way to tell her parents of her allegiance.

Her mind wandered, thinking of all the years her Mother and Father had spent disregarding and disapproving of her decisions and desires. A spark of pride flared within her mind in imagining their approval through a simple task such as this.

With years of feeling as though she could never meet their standards, now an opportunity to change such a mindset was placed straight into her hands. A small smile forms on her lips at the thought.

"What's that charming smile for?"

Jordan shook herself from her daze to find herself looking straight into the rich chocolate eyes of a beaming Ravenclaw boy.

"Michael," Jordan said in a state of slight surprise and confusion, "What are you doing here? It's quite late."

"I should be asking you the same question." He charmed as he sat down across from her.

Jordan, who was anxious to draw his attention from her letter, said, "Well I happened to ask you first, so go on, let's hear your excuse."

Michael gave a soft laugh before shaking his head and giving in, "You know me, Jordan. I just had to get first pick on the astronomy books." He held up an old, worn book that read, 'Astronomy - The Art of Reading the Stars.' "I spent nearly all of my third year tracking this down, but it was always in the hands of some other wizard. Thought I'd get a head start."

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