D&D evening 3

BOOM!

Theodore Nott had just returned, slamming the door in the room that Harry had requisitioned for their RPG session.

Hey, be careful! Do you know how hard it is to find an empty room in this castle? Harry admonished.

As if it were the old classrooms that were missing? Nott replied in an irritated tone. Harry could see he was annoyed because his eyebrows were furrowed 5 mm more than usual.

You can see that it wasn't you who had to go on the tour to find it. I've seen things I'll never forget, said Harry, overacting fear.

Huh! But what are you talking about? asked Nott.

He means that he disturbed some sixth and seventh-year couples during an oral exam. Blaise explained as he took a seat around the table.

Who said they were students? Harry asked innocently.

That's clever now, I'm going to have nightmares at night. Nott, are you okay? Blaise asked, glancing at his best friend/ally.

Yes, it's going. Nott replied a little too curtly.

What's wrong? You received another letter from your father, is that it?

Mind your own business.

Listen, I don't know what he told you again, but it's nonsense.

My father did not send me a letter. Nott stated.

So what's wrong? Do you have hemorrhoids? Harry asked.

Nott nearly choked.

No one in the large Nott house has ever had ... had ... had that.

Hi. Justin said, slowly closing the door as he had just arrived.

You! Can you explain to me what made you go and tell that? Nott reproached him, jumping on him as soon as he entered the room.

Hello Théo, what a pleasure to see you. Have I ever told you that you are a ray of sunshine in my life?

Stop your unhealthy insinuations immediately. And my first name is Theodore, not Theo. And for the mudbloods, it's Mr. Nott or Lord Nott.

Does he have hemorrhoids? Justin asked towards the other two who were watching them without understanding.

Theodore's face froze in such a funny expression that the other three couldn't help but burst out laughing.

Does it amuse you to make fun of me? I should have suspected it. From the beginning, all you wanted was to humiliate me.

No Théo ... Théodore, we're sorry. It's just that you should have seen your face. Stay and tell us what's going on. Justin held him back by holding his wrist.

Anyway, if you leave, I will follow you to the dorms so that you tell me what's wrong. Blaise threatened.

Yes, tell us who bothered you and they'll have to deal with the survivor.

Someone is spreading vile rumors about me. Nott said after a moment of probing the sincerity of the other teenagers.

Rumors? What rumors? Asked Blaise.

They say that Justin and I would be close.

And that's not the case? Asked Justin.

That we would be very close. I heard two Ravenclaw girls whispering that we would meet once a week in an empty classroom to do things.

RPG? Asked Justin with a perplexed look.

But are you stupid or what? exclaimed Blaise.

Justin remained perplexed for a moment before his face lit up and turned peony red.

Well, it's not that serious.

The virtue of my lineage has been insulted. Commented Nott.

Let's not exaggerate either. What should I say when I'm called a mudblood at least ten times a day?

But be quiet, you fool. You must never tell a Nott that we are no longer in the Middle Ages. Or that they have a big nose. Interrupted him, Blaise.

The venom of the toad does not reach the white dove. Contra Nott.

The venom of the toad, I don't know, but the truth yes. Frankly, your house is called Fort Nott and has a wall higher than that of Hogwarts. Don't you think that's a bit exaggerated? Even the Malfoys live in a normal manor. Well, except for the fact that everything there screams: "I have a small penis and way too much money," retorted Blaise.

It is not a shack, but the traditional stronghold of the Nott house. It must be a testament to our strength if we want to protect our lands and our title.

In front of the incredulous look of the other teenagers, Nott added:

Men change, but not society. Humans always organize themselves into a pyramidal society dominated by a small hereditary caste. Centuries pass and great families rise and fall. At the top of the magical world, the Malfoys succeed the Greengrasses who succeed the Blacks who succeed the Weasleys who succeed the Malfoys like a wheel that never stops. Unlike these great houses respected by all and their multiple alliances, the Notts can only rely on their own strength to avoid ending up like so many others, crushed by the inexorable advance of this wheel.

Théodore, you're getting in too deep. Listen, if it bothers you that much, we can just do like last time. One or two fake fights in public and it'll be settled. I promise this time I'll better control my strength. Said Justin.

Wait, all the fuss you made for a week, were those fake fights? You could have warned us. Exclaimed Harry.

Not so false after all. Declared Justin while rubbing his arm.

Théodore, who had remained stunned until then:

You would be ready to start again. After what happened last time?

How did what happened? You too ended up in the infirmary.

I was just surprised that you mastered this kind of spell, but in a real duel, you wouldn't have had any chance. Commented Theodore, blushing.

Justin suddenly got angry:

Good God! It's one thing for you to call me mudblood, I'm used to that. But could you at least admit that I am as powerful as you?

What do you mean by you're used to it? Theodore replied.

Don't change the subject.

It's not a matter of power. I have been trained to kill since a young age. Théodore replied.

What do you mean by that?

Théodore remained silent for a few minutes, then said:

You are as powerful as I am if not more, and I'm sorry for calling you a mudblood. I've answered your question, so answer mine.

What question? Asked Justin, confused.

Why do you say you're used to being called a Mudblood? That's very serious. You should talk to Dumbledore. Or to Sprout. Harry asked instead of Nott.

Do you think they don't know? In your opinion, why did we have all those speeches about tolerance at the beginning of the year? It's obvious that you are purebloods. Malfoy is gone, but the bad habits remain. You don't know the hell it became for the Muggle-borns at the end. Especially when we were separated from our houses. Anyway, I heard that for the Muggle-borns from Slytherin, it was more of a relief. Justin harangued, casting a dark look at the two in green and silver.

Blaise had the good idea to lower his eyes while mumbling that he couldn't do anything about it, but Théodore seemed insensitive to his silent reproaches and asked:

As a last resort, force is the only basis of power. Why didn't the Muggle-borns band together to defend themselves and force Malfoy to change his policy? You are more numerous than the purebloods.

Of course we tried to resist, but it wasn't a complete success. Do you think I learned the spells I used against you from Lockhart's classes maybe? said Justin, showing a scar he had on his elbow.

What is this story? Asked Harry.

Don't you know Dumbledore's Army? asked Blaise.

No, who came up with such a stupid name? Harry asked.

It's Ginny. Ginny Weasley. Justin clarified.

Huh!? But isn't she a Muggle-born? exclaimed Harry.

At the beginning, it wasn't a group to defend Muggle-borns, but a group created by the Weasley twins to fight the Malfoys with their Gryffindor friend. Then the measures against Muggles became more and more extreme, and the group focused on their defense. Even with more members, it wasn't with Lockhart's and Quirrell's classes that we could have worried the ferret and his henchmen, but for many Muggle-borns, the DA was the only home they had left. Many held on only thanks to its help.

After a moment of awkward silence, Harry broke the silence and asked:

How come I've never heard about it? You should have asked me to join you. I'm the survivor, I could have been useful to you.

Justin lowered his eyes in shame.

That is to say, at the time, you were more one of our targets. You know, we thought you were the heir.

Instead of getting angry as he expected, the anecdote made the survivors want to laugh, which he had to suppress. Even though she was no longer studying at Hogwarts, Harry did not want to have to explain to them why he found it hilarious that they trusted Ginny and not him to join a group defending Muggle-borns.

The next time someone calls you a mudblood, tell me. Nott finally declared in a serious tone.

Attention Lord Nott? There will be rumors again. Justin gently mocked to dispel the awkwardness his words caused him.

I don't care about what people will say. They must know that you don't attack an ally of the House of Nott without facing the consequences.

Blaise chose this moment to ask:

By the way, if by any chance one of us had tried to explain to a really very beautiful pureblood what the four of us were doing here and hadUnfortunately tangled in his explanations. Would you hold him responsible for the rumors?

Harry and Justin agreed to cancel their RPG session after Theodore went chasing Blaise through half the castle, shouting death threats at him.