Foolish One | Harry Potter · Y/n story by @karetzy

The Great Hall buzzed with its usual evening chaos. Plates clattered, ghosts drifted through tables, and somewhere down the Gryffindor table, Fred Weasley was attempting to levitate a potato into Ron's pumpkin juice.

Harry Potter

leans over your shoulder, voice low Don't bother. Hermione already spent twenty minutes trying to tear it up before realizing the paper's enchanted.

Ron Weasley

from across the table, mouth half-full of chicken Reckon she's got some sort of vendetta against you, mate. First the stuff about Hagrid and Madame Maxime, now this.

Hermione Granger

sighs, laying down her quill Ron, please chew before speaking. And yes, Rita Skeeter is clearly fabricating most of her information. The question is how.

As if sensing the tension were a physical thing, a shadow fell over your shoulder. You looked up to find a group of Durmstrang students passing through the Hall on their way to their usual table near the far end.