Mischief Managed

Chapter 2: Class

"It's been 4 years Harry. I think this is ridiculous." I say, pushing my y/h/c out of my face. "He's a very busy man, I'm fine with just the letters."

Harry looked at me with a soft sadness in his eyes, I had never been so distant with anyone, but it seemed like my place was better just leaving Oscar at a distance. Me and Harry kept walking in silence as we turned the corner to Mr. Slughorn's class. The whole place felt off after the recent death of Pansy Parkinson, but it was like it happened, and then it wasn't important anymore.

"I wonder how Draco is holding up." Harry says, looking at me before we get to the classroom door, he always had a way to tell what I was thinking about. "Last time I saw he was laughing and drinking with Blaise. Maybe he's not over her, but trying to cover the pain." I say quietly as Harry holds the door open for me and we find our seats, I sit down next to George and Harry next to Luna.

The whole class chatted for what felt like forever, George was talking about his dream to open up his own gag store and I just listened, watching his hands move and his smile grow as he got more excited, it seemed the more I listened the more his eyes lit up. He had been my very best friend from the start, the first person I met at hogwarts and we were inseparable ever since. Mr. Slughorn comes in, his bag looking heavier than usual as he throws it on his desk.

The more we all looked at him, the more we noticed the disgruntle. His hair was uncombed and his shirt unbuttoned, he looked at all of us in dismay before we all heard what was making him come into class in such a rush. The booming and footsteps were so distinctive that I looked at Harry and knew before the doors came down.

A troll.