Prompt- Collar

Darkness is complete: So the spell is basically a flinging spell. It takes more than one lightweight object and throws them at a target until the objects can't be flung anymore. Kids at Hogwarts use it for snowballs when it could be very dangerous in certain circumstances.

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Coughing. Breathing in but choking because that isn't air, it's all water.

This isn't my world. If this sick fuck thinks they can keep me here they have another one coming.

It hurts, oh god it hurts why did I do this I just want to go home—

I fell asleep with my tie on, and the collar got too tight. My bad.

I shakily untie my tie and toss it onto the floor. I'm breathing too loud. I'm going to wake someone up.

I breathe deeply even though I don't need to anymore. I take gulps of air and shove my wet face in my hands. It's over now, it was just my collar. I'm not drowning and I can breathe.

I wish I knew who did this as much as I wish I was able to die. I wish I could ask them why, and be able to go home.

Home wasn't the best, but it was home. I had a good job and was paid a shit ton of money, I had a niece on the way thanks to my best friend and her Highschool sweetheart, and I was able to at least fuck around on my phone when I was bored.

I snap my fingers and will the candle on my nightstand to light. It does, because fuck you wands, I know it should work and be easy. Magic is magic. I throw off my covers and grab my potions textbook.

Magical Drafts and Potions, by Arsenius Jigger. It's an introductory book on potion making and was clearly intended to be used by first years. Easy wording gives it away, but it's not dry reading. It's definitely better than laying in bed staring at the ceiling.

I pull out a pencil and my composition notebook I use for most of my personal potions notes. Because fuck parchment, I tried it half the year and keeping so much loose paper around kills me.

Potions is not a hard class if you're good at cooking.

You follow the steps and get the product. Very simple and straightforward, with none of the stupid memorization I had to do for chemistry.

Obviously optimizing potions takes more self experimentation, that much was discovered in half-blood prince, and I'm wary to risk blowing myself up, but it still requires less thinking than the stuff Professor McGonagal is trying to make me remember.

So, I don't mind taking notes for it in the middle of the night.

"Uh, Tempus?"

4:32 AM.

Yeah. Early morning, not middle of the night.

I skim through the book, writing down ingredients and the barebones explanation for what they do by themselves. The names they go by are also useful if I find myself on the receiving end of one of Professor Snape's moods.

I fill up fifteen full pages of notes and drink three Dr. Pepper's before sunlight starts coming through the window.

Lisa stirs in her bed, and peers over at me blearily.

"Gimme a coke," She mumbles, making grabby motions with her hands that just poke out of her covers.

I huff a laugh before doing so, watching her squawk when she accidentally spills some on her.

"How long've you been up, Lana?" Lisa asks after she pats herself down with a washcloth from the bathroom.

I shrug. "Around four. I wanted an extra early start on some potions work, as you can see." I gesture towards the open notebook, pencil, and sad looking cans.

I also blow out my candle. Definitely don't need that burning endlessly.

Lisa makes an appropriately childish look of disgust at that.

"Gross. Really gross. I'm gonna go have breakfast now and pretend that you didn't do that," Lisa informs me, grabbing her clothes and beginning to dress. I roll my eyes and begin to clean up my things.

Classes start back up in a week. Here's to hoping things don't get spicy.

Things get spicy.

"My my-"

"-seems a lil' Ravenclaw is all by her lonesome."

Weasleys.

Weasleys with shit eating grins that look like they're up to something.

"Morning," I state, frowning at them.

"See, Howard-"

"-we need a distraction. Filch has a certain thing of ours-"

"-and you are perfect."

Definitely isn't the Marauder's Map, they jacked that first year. Probably some sort of pranking object.

"Uh huh. Well, I have studying to do so-" I'm cut off by a Weasley starting to lead me in the opposite direction of the Library.

"Don't worry, Howard! This definitely won't take long."

"Less than long. Very short."

You know what? I have absolutely nothing better to do today. Might as well.

I make a point of looking like I'm suffering as I'm dragged along, but I don't resist in any other way.

"So what am I doing?" I ask the two 'older' boys, watching them never lose those looks.

"Filchy needs to think we're reeking havoc elsewhere," The one with two small freckles on his neck says. The one without nods contently in agreeance. "Preferably in the direction of the Great Hall, firstie."

I nod. "Gotcha. What exactly are you 'retrieving' since I'm risking my butt for it?" I ask the redheads.

"Let's just say-"

"Dung bombs have been taken from their rightful owners," the one without freckles finishes.

Ugh. Those things reek for weeks, am I willing to help them do that?

Yes. Yes I am, as long as they don't throw them at Slytherin first years.

We suddenly stop and I'm quickly turned to face them.

"We'll retrieve you once our quest is done, lil' Ravenclaw," Freckles says.

"Godspeed," the other states gravely, before I'm shoved around the corner and faced with Filch coming this way.

Aight then.

"Mr. Filch!" I call towards the man, looking as frazzled as I can. The elderly man quickly faces me tensely, before seeing my crest and relaxing a little. Guess Eagles don't bother him much.

"The Weasley twins are turning everything in the great hall Gryffindor colors! I only just missed the spell," I inform him, and he sneers.

Okay this makes me feel kind of bad but I can't stop now.

"Troublemakers," The man practically growls before quickly hurrying past me, towards the great hall.

Well. That was easy.

I stand for a moment, then the twins appear out of a door a little down the hall with a bag.

"Nicely done."

"Better leave though, Flichy will be on the hunt for you once he realizes you lied."

I'm dragged along again, but this time through a tapestry and through a secret corridor.

"How's about we take you to Hogsmead?"

I have a feeling they wouldn't stop if I didn't wanna go. Guess I'm good as long as they're paying.