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#7 Ferret Boy Competitions

I tried my best to concentrate on my classes, studying for the exams in a few months since that was my parents' biggest issue.

Because it was a Saturday afternoon, I spent my morning with Hermione in the library where she helped me with an essay for muggle studies. After lunch break I grabbed my astronomy book and headed for the courtyard considering it was one of the few sunny days of October.

It was peaceful just sitting in the grass on my jacket, reading and studying all by myself, letting the mild sunlight tickling my cheeks. Maribel was resting on one of the benches on the other side.

After the selection, my sister tried her best to spend as much time with Cedric as she could.

Firstly, she probably tried to ease her mind spending time with him and seeing that he's doing well and was prepared for whatever task was coming soon. But also to help him with the school work he still had to do for his classes. And since I was lucky to have a pretty smart sister, she could easily catch up with the sixth year stuff especially in Herbology, in which she was quite a master at. And if she wasn't, she simply helped him by calling up stuff he should remember.

After a few hours I decided to go back to the dungeons again. Because a bunch of Slytherins were resting on the big oak tree surrounded by the open corridors leading down to the Great Hall, I should probably had our common room for myself. It gave me the time to read over the letter Pippin swooped me over with at breakfast. It was sealed with the Fox emblem, so it was a sign of life from mother and father.

As soon as I let myself rest on the leather couch at the fireplace, after I changed in some comfortable black sport leggings and a grew sweater, I unfold the parchment.

Dear Tiara,

We didn't hear from you since term started, so I was simply checking in on you how your school year goes ahead. Professor Snape sent us an owl with the gratifying information, that you're already best student in his potion class, but I didn't expect something different from my smart little witch.

Otherwise, I wanted to inform you that your dress is ready for the upcoming ball and I will send a elf to bring them to your room in a few days. I hope you already get yourself a suitable date along with your sister, worthy your standards. You know how important that is for your father.

We're proud of you and looking forward to see you two in Christmas holidays.
Love, Mom.

I let the paper sank with a smile by the words my mother wrote. But I couldn't ignore the knot in my stomach with their conditions I wouldn't fulfill. I could potentially think about ten ways I would rather spend my evening at than another ball - like in a barrow, or in the forbidden forest.

But Mom was right, it meant a lot to my father if we're at least play to be happy to attend. And I loved my dad too much to not as far as possible try. So, I potentially would show up at least enough to be seen there.

But I did looking forward to spend Christmas at home.

Christmas was always a holy day. We always spent Christmas together as a family, eating delicious food, spending the whole night opening presents and immediately trying them out or on, depends on what it was.

As I lost myself a bit in the burning flames, the door at the entrance to the common room flew open in a harsh, quick motion, revealing a startled looking Malfoy in company with Crabbe and Goyle. His eyebrows were furrowed, his hair messily standing up in every direction as if he just rolled around the courtyard or something like that. His gaze caught mine, his expression didn't change as he rushed in and stood still near the couch I was sitting on.