She’d been angry all day. Correction, she had been angry since yesterday afternoon. She had abandoned study hall and sat purposely separated from her typical friend group at dinner. She wasn’t in the mood to talk to any of Daniel and his idiots after Mr. Griffith’s little revelation. It had been a frustrating evening. She’d been in no better mood when the quidditch game arrived. Themis took her place in the library, making it a point to not be in the stands cheering on her house. She didn’t care about the bloody quidditch game, and she certainly didn’t feel like sitting in the stands and cheering so that Daniel could make it into something that wasn’t behind her back. She’d had enough of that, thank you.
Apparently, Gryffindor won the match in a blowout. Themis didn’t care. When she was finally located and drug back to the common room, she congratulated no one and spent the afternoon in her dorm. She skipped dinner altogether. When it was her turn to take over her prefect shift, her mood had only soured further. It was about to reach a new low.
As curfew came and went, Themis scolded two Ravenclaws loitering in the greenhouses. When confronted, the smaller of the bookworms quickly gave up that they were looking for the party by the lake. It didn’t take much digging to get the rest of the story. She was going to kill Daniel Reymund.
She hadn’t alerted anyone to her change in rounds, didn’t go looking for support. She would handle this herself. As she stormed across the grounds in the dark of the January cold, she felt equipped to bring down the mountains if they annoyed her. What trouble would some teenagers pose?
She heard them before she saw them and she exploited their arrogant blind spot. For fools breaking school rules, they weren’t smart enough to post a sentry. Idiots. “Lumos!” She snarled the lighting charm, her wand punched high above her head. Her presence, and the brilliant flash of light sent the team scattering. There was cursing and scrambling, yells of dismay that faded away into, “Oy, Lyra?” She heard McMullen’s stupid voice from somewhere in the dark. The identification brought a wave of nervous laughter from the boys, the tension growing as Themis didn’t move from her position. “Really? Really? The lot of you are this stupid? You won a game and you think you can just break any rule that appeals to you? Do you know how many points we could lose for this? You lot could be expelled.” She snarled her lecture, glaring down her housemates as she found their eyes. Most had the sense to look worried, two looked too glazed over to care.
“Bed. Now. All of you, I will be speaking to our head of house in the morning and points will be lost. Go before I decide just how many.” She nearly snarled at the team's younger members, the seeker and two chasers making a run for the castle before she’d even finished threatening. Others remained and they gathered behind their fearless, drunken idiot of a leader. “This is pathetic, even for you lot.” Themis raised her chin, her eyes firmly on Daniel’s glassy ones. Obviously, he was angry with her, but he looked like he needed his mates to stand, and the smug look on his face was drowning in a liquor she could smell from where she stood.
“Come on Them, we won –“
“That is Miss Lyra to you, thank you.”
“Are you bloody serious?
“What about my face says I’m joking?”
Just how this argument would have ended is unclear, because Daniel’s second, McMullen needed to be heard. “Would you get your girl in line already? I can’t take any more of her bloody nagging.” It may be the bravest thing the boy ever said. It was certainly the most stupid. Themis was ready to ruin his evening in a permanent fashion, but she waited, her eyes firmly on Daniel. Just how stupid was he? When the sloppy smile on his face spread, Themis had her answer: very bloody stupid. “Don’t worry about it,” Daniel proclaimed to the remaining boys, suddenly ready to perform for his team. “I will handle her.” The arrogant proclamations were met with highly inappropriate whistles. Her face went red with indignation.
“You’ll handle me? You think you can handle me? Do not come near me.” Daniel had taken a step and she leveled her wand at his chest, her eyes gone cold. “Take another step, and I will put you in the lake.” As she stood there next to the boathouse on the edge of the Forbidden Forest, she was ready to make good on her threat.
Apparently, Gryffindor won the match in a blowout. Themis didn’t care. When she was finally located and drug back to the common room, she congratulated no one and spent the afternoon in her dorm. She skipped dinner altogether. When it was her turn to take over her prefect shift, her mood had only soured further. It was about to reach a new low.
As curfew came and went, Themis scolded two Ravenclaws loitering in the greenhouses. When confronted, the smaller of the bookworms quickly gave up that they were looking for the party by the lake. It didn’t take much digging to get the rest of the story. She was going to kill Daniel Reymund.
She hadn’t alerted anyone to her change in rounds, didn’t go looking for support. She would handle this herself. As she stormed across the grounds in the dark of the January cold, she felt equipped to bring down the mountains if they annoyed her. What trouble would some teenagers pose?
She heard them before she saw them and she exploited their arrogant blind spot. For fools breaking school rules, they weren’t smart enough to post a sentry. Idiots. “Lumos!” She snarled the lighting charm, her wand punched high above her head. Her presence, and the brilliant flash of light sent the team scattering. There was cursing and scrambling, yells of dismay that faded away into, “Oy, Lyra?” She heard McMullen’s stupid voice from somewhere in the dark. The identification brought a wave of nervous laughter from the boys, the tension growing as Themis didn’t move from her position. “Really? Really? The lot of you are this stupid? You won a game and you think you can just break any rule that appeals to you? Do you know how many points we could lose for this? You lot could be expelled.” She snarled her lecture, glaring down her housemates as she found their eyes. Most had the sense to look worried, two looked too glazed over to care.
“Bed. Now. All of you, I will be speaking to our head of house in the morning and points will be lost. Go before I decide just how many.” She nearly snarled at the team's younger members, the seeker and two chasers making a run for the castle before she’d even finished threatening. Others remained and they gathered behind their fearless, drunken idiot of a leader. “This is pathetic, even for you lot.” Themis raised her chin, her eyes firmly on Daniel’s glassy ones. Obviously, he was angry with her, but he looked like he needed his mates to stand, and the smug look on his face was drowning in a liquor she could smell from where she stood.
“Come on Them, we won –“
“That is Miss Lyra to you, thank you.”
“Are you bloody serious?
“What about my face says I’m joking?”
Just how this argument would have ended is unclear, because Daniel’s second, McMullen needed to be heard. “Would you get your girl in line already? I can’t take any more of her bloody nagging.” It may be the bravest thing the boy ever said. It was certainly the most stupid. Themis was ready to ruin his evening in a permanent fashion, but she waited, her eyes firmly on Daniel. Just how stupid was he? When the sloppy smile on his face spread, Themis had her answer: very bloody stupid. “Don’t worry about it,” Daniel proclaimed to the remaining boys, suddenly ready to perform for his team. “I will handle her.” The arrogant proclamations were met with highly inappropriate whistles. Her face went red with indignation.
“You’ll handle me? You think you can handle me? Do not come near me.” Daniel had taken a step and she leveled her wand at his chest, her eyes gone cold. “Take another step, and I will put you in the lake.” As she stood there next to the boathouse on the edge of the Forbidden Forest, she was ready to make good on her threat.
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