Quoth The Ravenclaw (A Harry Potter Fan Fiction)

Chapter Eight: Art Class and Bludgers

“Ugh, I’m never going to figure this out!!” I exclaimed, slamming my head into my arms, which most likely earned a glare from Madam Pince.

    “Why do you need to? Winter vacation is coming up. Along with the fact that the Ravenclaw Beater offered to train you, don’t you think you have enough on your plate?” Lisa asked as I groaned.

    “That's the thing, my curiosity is dragging me towards figuring this out rather than ignoring it, like someone set a jinx on me to just figure the theory out rather than ignoring it.” I said to her. Her face scrunched into a puzzled expression before something finally hit me.

    “Oh crap!! I said I would meet Duncan in about an hour!! I’ll meet you later!” I said, grabbing my stuff as I heard Lisa mumble something along the lines of how I only remember things while I’m in the library. 

    I shuffled out and walked towards the common room, rushing as fast as I could, stuffing my stuff in my bag very quickly. I turned the corner and immediately bumped into someone, almost falling and dropping a few pieces of parchment. I grabbed the corner of the wall to keep my balance.

    “Oh, sorry about tha-” I looked up at who I bumped into and noticed it was none other than Professor Quirrell. My face fell before I caught it into a weak smile.

    “O-oh no i-it’s f-fine!” Professor Quirrell stuttered. He then bowed a bit before rushing past me. I grabbed the parchment from the floor and stuffed them into my bag. I looked at him, my eyes narrowed as I began to follow him, once he was from a safe distance of course.

    His face looked as if it had pure guilt all over it. I thought. Though that could be from bumping into me yet, something else seemed to be behind it. He turned a corner sharply, I waited then did myself, trying to keep my footsteps as quiet as I could. 

    He then scurried down the stairs, I followed in suit until he turned towards the third corridor. Once I turned towards the same corridor, though, he was gone. My brows furrowed as I looked for any signs of him going into a nearby room.

    I walked around the corridor slowly, observing each and every door, keeping my footsteps as quiet as I could. I then heard a creak nearby, turning around and saw that the door to the left was slightly opened, I walked towards it then stopped immediately. 

    I looked at the door as it looked very familiar, I then realised that about a few weeks ago, I was in front of this same door with Lisa, running away from Snape only to find a greater danger. 
Since this door held the three headed dog that nearly killed us.

My eyes narrowed at the door. Why would he go in there? I thought though, I then shook my head. I’m overthinking everything. He might actually be the caretaker for the dog, since it does seem to be something a teacher like him might take care of. 

I looked at the door a bit more, not hearing the barking at all. I then sighed and turned around, heading out of the corridor, very quickly so I wouldn’t be caught here. 

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“Alrighty then! Pick a broom.” Duncan said, as we looked into the place where they stored their brooms. I walked in and picked up the brooms, and observed them. I then felt a whift of dust hit my nose, which made me sneeze a couple of times before finally getting it under control.

“Sorry about that.” I said, there wasn't much choice. They were all very old cleansweep models, not very good at all. I then found the best Cleansweep, which was a Cleansweep 4, and walked out of the building with Duncan.

“So, first off, I want to see what you can do now. Then we will decide what to work on.” He said, as we walked over to the Quidditch field.

“A-alright!” I said, we took a moment to march towards the field, Duncan had a crate in hand.