Chapter 21: The Alliance
Iago Tower's common room thrummed with warmth, the cedar hearth crackling, its smoke curling around goblets of frothy pumpkin juice that clinked in triumphant toasts. The air smelled of roasted apples and melted wax, the glowing barriers humming softer than the cold courtroom's wards. Leo stood among his friends, his frayed robes catching the firelight, his heart swelling as Enid leapt into his arms, her scarf tickling his neck, her eyes shining with joy. "We're rewriting the rules!" she whispered, her voice fierce, cementing their romance forged at the rally. The room, once a segregated cage, buzzed with unity, robes of all houses—red, yellow, blue, green—blending like a vibrant quilt, a stark contrast to the courtroom's oppression.
Agnes conjured a golden banner, its letters sparkling in the firelight: "Outcast Avengers." Her Gryffindor flair shone bright as she grinned. "Superheroes, assemble!" Laughter erupted, warm and full, easing the tension with a spark of humor drawn from the group's lighter moments.
[THIS PARTY'S A BANGER. DON'T LET IT FLOP.]
The System's confetti burst pulsed in Leo's vision, a shower of light. He raised his goblet, the juice's tang fizzing on his tongue. "Flop? We're legends, System." His sarcasm, sharp as ever, grounded the moment.
Ernie Macmillan stepped forward, his Hufflepuff scarf worn but proud, his voice steady. "Hufflepuffs stand with you. Fair's fair." His nod, echoing his support at the rally, signaled broader house alliance, his hands steady despite the weight of his words.
Hermione's quill scratched across a parchment, her voice resolute. "Every house, one cause—equality." Her ink-stained fingers, a constant from the war room, underscored her strategist's role, her robes smudged with wax.
Wednesday's eyes scanned the room, her monotone sharp as her dagger glinted. "Celebrate, but stay sharp. The Ministry's watching." Her warning, tied to the courtroom's threats, kept them grounded, her presence a blade in the warmth.
Neville, clutching a sprig of moly, spoke softly, his voice warm with hope. "This feels right. Like we're family." His words, tied to his courage at the rally, warmed the group, his hands steady now.
A chipped goblet teetered on the table, its faint clink grounding their resolve as laughter swelled, the hearth's warmth a promise of hope. This is our fight—together. Leo's beast-speaking caught the room's energy, a pulse of unity tying to the cure's triumph, urging them to expand their alliance, their voices overlapping in eager plans.
The dormitory's candlelight flickered, casting long shadows on gothic tapestries, their frayed threads mirroring the group's taut nerves. Parchments littered the floor, scrawled with strategies for a multi-house alliance, the barriers' hum a soft echo of the rebellion sparked at the rally. Leo leaned over a scarred table, the sharp scent of ink and melted wax grounding him as Hermione's quill flew across a parchment, her voice fierce. "Every house, one cause—equality. We need a non-magical chain to avoid Ministry spies." Her strategist's mind burned bright, her robes smudged with wax, her eyes blazing with purpose.
Leo groaned, rubbing his temples, his voice dry. "No owls? No enchanted letters? We're running a rebellion with Post-it notes now?"
[ALLIES MAKE WAVES. DON'T DROWN IN POLITICS.]
The System's wave animation rolled in Leo's vision, a tide of light. He smirked, his sarcasm sharp. "Drown? We'll surf, System."
Enid's eyes lit up, her scarf snagging on a chair as she leaned forward. "Books! Hide notes in library books—charms for Gryffindors, herbs for Hufflepuffs." Her idea, bright and human, sparked nods, tying to her role as the group's heart.
Wednesday's rare smile flickered, her voice dry as bone. "Slytherins? Hide notes in fairy tales. They'd never touch them." Her sharp humor drew laughter, her cunning a blade in the plan.
"Fairy tales for Slytherins? That's a plot twist," Leo quipped, his sarcasm tying to the group's lighter moments. Sneaky. Brilliant.
Hermione nodded, her quill pausing as she looked up. "A student-to-student chain. Mundane, untraceable." Her practicality anchored the group, her eyes scanning the parchments with fierce focus.
Agnes conjured a tiny illusion of a raven carrying a note, her voice playful. "Like a magical UN, right?" The group laughed, the tension easing as their plan took shape, her Gryffindor spark lighting the room.
Neville added, his voice quiet but firm, "Herbology journals for Hufflepuffs. Feels natural." His input, tied to his earlier courage, grounded their strategy, his hands steady around the moly sprig.
A chipped quill rolled across the table, its frayed feather a tactile anchor as the candlelight flickered, urging them to the Great Hall to recruit allies. Leo's beast-speaking caught the barriers' hum, syncing with their purpose. We're building something unstoppable. The tapestries' shadows danced, their threads whispering of rebellion as the group moved, parchments rustling under their steps.
The Great Hall roared with life, its enchanted ceiling blazing with stars, reflecting a vibrant sea of robes—red, yellow, blue, green—blending in a living tapestry of unity. Leo stood on a raised platform, a parchment clutched in his hand, his heart pounding as his beast-speaking summoned a flock of ravens, their wings a dark swirl above, amplifying his voice to a resonant boom. "The Ministry lied. The Beast Echo was their weapon, turned against us. We broke the curse, exposed their truth. Join us—Outcasts, wizards, all houses—for equality!" His words, fierce and clear, tied to the Black Thorn conspiracy and the cure's triumph, the ravens' cries a symphony of defiance that shook the rafters.
[CROWD'S EATING IT UP! DON'T CHOKE NOW.]
The System's starburst pulsed in Leo's vision, a burst of light. He grinned, his voice steady. "Choke? I'm soaring, System."
Cho Chang stood, her Ravenclaw robes crisp, her voice firm. "Ravenclaw's in. Logic supports you." Her nod, tied to her curiosity from earlier, cemented their alliance, her hands steady despite the crowd's roar.
Ernie Macmillan waved a badger banner, his voice bright with Hufflepuff charm. "Hufflepuff's got your back! Badgers bite!" His humor sparked laughter, easing the tension with a spark of warmth.
Enid clapped, her scarf fluttering as she beamed. "We're unstoppable, Leo." Her smile, warm and fierce, grounded him, their bond a quiet strength in the chaos.
Wednesday's voice cut through, her monotone sharp as her dagger glinted. "Big crowd, bigger target. Stay vigilant." Her warning, tied to the courtroom's threats, kept them sharp, her eyes scanning the crowd like a hawk's.
The air smelled of wax and roasted pheasant, the applause a tidal wave of hope that filled the Hall. A chipped plate teetered on a table, its faint clink grounding the moment as students pledged their support, their robes mingling in a vibrant blur. Leo's beast-speaking caught the ravens' pulse, their energy syncing with the crowd's roar. This is our army. For Newt, for justice. The Hall's ancient stones seemed to hum, echoing the rebellion sparked at the rally.
[BIG CROWD, BIGGER TARGET. WATCH YOUR BACK, KID.]
Leo's voice stayed light, but his resolve hardened like iron. "Target? Let them try." The roar surged, the alliance a beacon of hope, tying to the unity forged earlier, ready for the fight ahead. A frayed banner fluttered above, its threads catching the starlight, urging them forward as the crowd's voices rose in a defiant chorus.
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