The Cursed Soul

Chapter 15

ÍROAS

So potions class past through with us perfectly and successfully brewing the option. And here I thought we couldn't do it without a single bicker from each other, but surprisingly, there ain't one. And I must admit, Malfoy and I made a good team. As much as I hated his attitude and face, I could still recognize talent, and his' was undeniably notable.

Ron and I were leading our way with Harry and Hermione to our next class, Defense Against the Dark Arts. And this particular red haired boy kept pestering me about what happened earlier, until the two moved to our sides to listen as well.

"Unimportant." I simply answered.

"Oh come on, Iro. We know it's bad, you don't have to hide that." said Harry.

iIt was Ron who spoke next."Yeah mate, I could imagine your terror. Being with those Slytherins in the same room is bad enough. But him as partner was completely out of line. And don't forget you'll be working with that Malfoy for the rest of the semester, talk about bad luck."

I was expecting Hermione to have something to say as well. Luckily, there wasn't. She just listens to our endless bicker, with an occasional rolling of eyes and chuckle.

"Just... Let's just go proceed to the next class," It was easy for me to admit having Malfoy as a potions partner was pretty not bad, but never would I say that to them. I perfectly knew how much they loathed that boy. For one I know where they're coming from. If someone would tell me from the past that I'd get him as a partner, I'd just curse and curse and frustrate myself the whole day.

We arrived at Professor Lockhart's classroom. To make the story short, Lockhart is a horrible teacher. Not horrible as physically abusive. But every word coming out from him is lashing out with every fabric of hubris he's got, and it's making me feel sick.

The class has ended... Normally, if you didn't count the cornish pixies Lockhart had released in the whole room, and the part where our supposedly brave and role-model teacher just cowardly ran away to his office when he wasn't able to stop those small, electric blue creatures.

"Can you believe him?" Ron roared after the four of us got back the creatures in their cage and left the room.

"He just wants to give us some hands-on experience," Countered by Hermione. I was rather stunned and speechless by her obliviosity. She was blinded by Lockhart's accomplishments which I now doubt as real or his.

"Hands on!? – He didn't have any clue what he was doing." Harry hissed.

"Rubbish! You've read his books, look at all those amazing things he's done." she then looked at me, "Iro! Tell them I'm right."

"Yes, she's right." I nonchalantly said.

"See! I told you -"

"You're right, those stories are amazing. But not Lockhart himself. – If I know, those are just out of his imaginations." I cut her in. And that made the two boys laugh.

"You got that right, mate!" Ron squealed happily.

Later that day, after having our dinner, I immediately went to my room to open the package I received earlier this morning. As I got inside, I was greeted by my trunks over my bed and a Striped Owl that flew straight to me and landed on my shoulder and lightly pecked my head.

"Okay, okay! I'm sorry. -– Stop that, Wise Girl. I won't lose you again. I promised." I said. For a split second, I feel like I said that for a different person.

"Tell her it's the only way. Tell her I'm sorry. And tell her... Tell her I'd give anything on Earth just to be with her again."

I looked around the room to see who said that. But the voice is unfamiliar yet somehow felt familiar. But the only person I saw was my two friends, eager to see what's inside the package. Looking at them, they must have heard nothing, so I decided to brush off the voice and sat on my bed.