Being a passerby in HP female protagonist fanfiction

The Hogwarts Express arrived at the station, and the students disembarked.

I carried my own suitcase and politely declined the Petit sisters' offer to help me carry my things.

"It's nothing, I felt much better as soon as I got off the bus." I smiled sheepishly, "I'm sorry to have worried you."

The Petit sisters said they certainly wouldn't mind taking care of me, as long as I felt better.

Even so, I kept it in mind and immediately took out a large handful of snacks for them. I had no choice but to give them the snacks I had the most of.

At this moment, Willotte came to our side after saying goodbye to the people in her carriage. She naturally approached me and told me that she had already spoken with the prefect and that I should go to the medical wing first.

“Oh, and thank you for taking care of Claire.” Willotte smiled and thanked the Petit sisters before turning to me.

“I’ll take you to the medical wing,” Willotte said, her tone leaving no room for argument. “Claire fainted from a cold last time, and I’m really worried about her.”

I had no objection, but I didn't know what happened. Suddenly, Willotte led me away from the Petit sisters, and the two of us were inexplicably separated from the crowd.

I became alert, and all sorts of terrible thoughts rushed into my mind, but thankfully, nothing happened until we reached the medical wing, and Willotte appeared to be acting normally.

It's not that I'm overthinking it, but the atmosphere between Willow and me is a bit strange. There's no one on the way from Hogwarts Castle to the Medical Wing, just the two of us walking side by side, and Willow seems to be intentionally or unintentionally moving closer to me.

Although Hufflepuff girls and I might stick close together like this, this level of intimacy exceeds the social distance that Willotte and I usually maintain. If it's different from usual, then there's definitely a problem.

too close……

I wasn't very comfortable, but I didn't want to make a sound, so I simply hypnotized myself to be okay. After a while, I actually succeeded, and soon I didn't feel anything special.

Oh well, that's how it is.

Mrs. Pomfrey examined me and said I did have a bit of a cold, but it wasn't serious and some medicine would do the trick.

"Yes, thank you, Mrs. Pomfrey." Willotte expressed her gratitude before I could, and even went to get the medicine herself.

“You two have a really good relationship. It’s rare to see a Slytherin get along so well with a Hufflepuff,” Madam Pomfrey said, watching Willow’s departing figure with a meaningful look in her eyes. “Willow often comes to help me. Although she also takes care of other patients, I can tell she cares about you.”

Before I could express my thoughts, Mrs. Pomfrey turned and left. She was still very busy; most of the students had returned, and she needed to prepare various medicines for any eventuality.

I:"……"

I don't know how to explain it, it's just really strange.

Willotte's attitude towards me is really worth investigating. Even though we didn't interact much, she acted as if we had a very good relationship in public, clearly separating her relationship with me from her relationship with others.

Hmm, it's like... highlighting a certain uniqueness?

"Claire, remember to take your potion." Willotte returned, smiling as she handed me the potion.

Madame Pomfrey's medicine is effective, but its taste is truly worthy of being listed as a UNESCO Intangible Cultural Heritage. It's not necessarily all bad, but the taste is absolutely unique. To this day, I have never tasted anything that is similar to the taste of her medicine.

Unfortunately, the medicine I drank today was slightly bitter (according to Willotte).

I couldn't resist. I held my face, pinched my nose, and tilted my head back to swallow. A strange smell instantly flooded my brain. I felt like my sense of taste was being attacked by an invisible little man.

(?_?).

"Here you go." Just as my soul left my body, Willotte placed a candy in my hand. "Knowing that Claire is afraid of taking medicine, I specially brought a mint. Eat it after the smell dissipates a little."

I:"……"

That strange feeling inexplicably intensified again.

"Yes, don't worry, Willotte, I'm fine," I said.

"Hmm." Willotte looked at me quietly, her expression gentle.

"..."

"..."

The atmosphere became even stranger, and I couldn't stand it anymore. After thinking for a moment, I simply asked, "Violet, did you have a good holiday? You seem to have changed a little."

"Hmm?" Willotte pretended to think and asked me, "Have I changed in any way? That you, Claire, would ask me this personally?"

Um... it's not really appropriate to say that I feel like Willotte treats me better or more specially, right? What if... she just says that I'm mistaken, I'd definitely bury my head in the sand and bury my face in the sand out of shame.

I hesitated, trying to find a suitable adjective that wouldn't feel awkward: "I feel like Willotte is more like a little adult now, and I'm always being taken care of by you."

Willott smiled and said, "Maybe it's because I went to the Gaunt family's old house and saw some things that made me grow. It's a pity that you weren't very interested when I asked Claire, otherwise we could have studied it together."

I:"……"

"As for taking care of her, Claire always looks so worrying. She's weak and always sick, and most importantly, she always tries to keep quiet about it so as not to bother others. So it's only right that I can't help but take extra care of her."

I:"……"

"By the way, why aren't you wearing the magic robe I gave you? I was hoping to see you wearing it on the train while waiting for me. I gave you this gift so you wouldn't be cold in the winter."

I:"……"

The topic has drifted a bit too far and started heading in a dangerous direction. I'm really not curious about what the Gaunt family has to offer. My magic robe is still in my suitcase, and being physically weak isn't something I'm thinking about. No normal person wants to be sick.

I promptly changed the subject. Since Willotte had already said that, I figured I wouldn't be able to find out anything anyway.

We returned to our respective house lounges, where the Hufflepuff's familiar badgers gathered around me to check on me until they saw that I was perfectly fine before they started chatting.

The holiday has just ended, and everyone has a lot of new and interesting things to share with each other. The atmosphere for resting is as lively as ever. I sat on the sofa in the corner listening to the little badgers talk and thinking about how to plan for the days to come.

Besides studying hard and making progress every day, the most important thing is to avoid the battle between Voldemort and the main characters. You should practice defensive and escape magic, as it might come in handy someday.

The scope of this year's plot is actually not that large; next year will be the real battle. If possible, we should start cultivating Mandrake now to prepare for the right opportunity.

After all, with something like a basilisk, what if someone unlucky enough to be petrified, or someone close to them, would just let the whole semester pass by like that?

What about exams? What about grades? What about missed lessons?

I can't even imagine how heartbroken I would be if I were petrified and woke up to find myself facing finals.

Sigh, so I need to take the herbal medicine class even more seriously.