Microowaved

Sorry if my writing is bad, but at least i didnt use AI 😭🌀✨

★500 words.★

The library is quiet, the faint light of the torches the only thing that light up the place where you and your friends are sitting. Not many students are here, since its Friday night. Only You,Emmeline, Pandora and three Hufflepuff on the other side of the room. Emmeline and Pandora are doing their Transfiguration homework, but you don’t mind even if they only half listen to you ramble. You just need comfortable presence to talk.

“- unreliable because they are reconstructed, not played back, each time we recall them, making them susceptible to modification. The brain fills in gaps using existing knowledge, expectations, or new, misleading information. Have you ever heard of the mandala effect? Yeah, so…”

A chair scrap near you, and you don’t even bother looking up, knowing by the perfect robe who it is. You continue talking, Regulus’  presence not disturbing your monologue about whatever your words had led you to.

“But if you cant rely on your memories, we cant rely on anything to understand and remember the past.”

“Pictures?” He proposed, taking his book from his bag.

“Yeah, but we don’t photograph everything. Its like your brain rewrite moments that you already lived each time you listen to them, and they change depending on your mood, and depending on…”

Your words faltered in your mouth when Evan Rosier sat next to Pandora, his twin, and Barty Crouch Jr slide between Emmeline and you. You lips felt glued together, and your mouth felt dry. Pandora looked at you, an apological smile on her face, knowing you didn’t like talking when they were strangers. She didn’t quite understood how it wasn’t that you didn’t liked it, but that you physically couldn’t. Your vocal cords refused to do the sounds, and your heart throbbed in your chest if you even thought of talking. Especially in front of groups. So you just lowered your head, back to your parchment of scribbled notes and little drawings.

Except, after starring blankly to the same sentence for three minutes, you decided to take your quill and write down your thoughts, instead of saying them aloud. When you took your bag, you froze. Barty was starring at you, completely unbothered.

“Er…Sorry?” You tried, not sure why the boy looked like he wanted to swallow your soul. He only barked a laugh, gesturing his hand.

“Don’t apologize, you did nothing at all” He said, smirking.

James took the paper Sirius had been focusing on for a few minutes. “That does not look like your Transfiguration homework, Sirius. What even is this? Someone’s eulogy?” the boy asked, an eyebrow raising over the frame of his circular glasses.

“Indeed, my dear Prongs. This is YOUR eulogy. Just in case, you know,” The black haired boy lowered his voice, looking around the common room, as if what he was about to say was the most outrageous thing that has been spoke up since the foundation of Hogwarts. “Regulus kill you”

“Pads, Reg is your brother, and he love me, why would he do such thing?”

“YOU NEVER KNOW!” Sirius jumped from the chair he was sitting on, scrambling on his legs “Its Regulus were talking about! The same Regulus who almost hexed Peter for eating to loudly last week!”

“Yeah, that was bloody hot”