𝗨𝗡𝗘𝗫𝗣𝗘𝗖𝗧𝗘𝗗 ━ Golden Trio Era

━chapter 11

Chapter 11
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ADHARA TOOK A DEEP BREATH, CALMING HER NERVES. She flexed all her ten fingers, feeling the bandages tighten. She had picked off the scabs last night, and Millie had to wrap them up again.

Adhara still wore her gloves, the emerald ones that matched her House colours. It went well with her tie and the emblem decorating her cloak.

She decided to wear all new pieces of her uniform today: her spare quilt and her spare shirt. She even wore that hat, which most students tended to forgo as it was a hassle to keep on one's head.

Though, Adhara wore the full getup. She may not care about what people thought, but everyone at the Wizengamot would be showing up in more....suitable attires. And her uniform was the nicest thing Adhara owned.

No doubt they would all be seeking out the new Heir of House Black. Adhara wanted to look presentable.

It looked as though almost all the heirs were going to the trial. Hogsmeade station was almost full with students waiting for a parent to pick them up. The journey to London via train would be too long, so apparating would be a better option.

Most of them have already left, though. The Greengrass sisters were both going for some reason — apparently, the spare was allowed sometimes — their father had apparated them away.

Then came Theodore Nott's mother, and then Hannah Abbott's. At some point, Millie's dad also popped up. He gave Adhara a polite smile, taking his hat off. Caught off guard, she almost forgot to respond back.

One by one, they were all picked up, with Neville Longbottom's grandmother being the last to apparate her grandson away. He threw Adhara an awkward smile, before leaving her with two other remaining heirs: Malfoy and Diggory.

Malfoy was ignoring her, as he has been since their talk in the common room. He looked annoyed rather than angry. Usually, he would still sneer at her or insult her whenever he got the chance, but this time Malfoy didn't even look in her direction. He remained a good ten feet away from her.

Diggory, on the other hand, was the complete opposite. He smiled at Adhara when they made eye contact, waving at her. Adhara simply arched a judgmental brow and looked away.

Apparently, that wasn't enough to push away the seventh year.

"Hey!"

Adhara ignored him.

"I'm sure you remember me?"

Adhara almost rolled her eyes. Extroverts were bloody weird.

Malfoy sneaked a glimpse but quickly looked away when he noticed Adhara looking in his direction.

"We met during the World Cup?" Diggory reminded.

"You mean when your father accused Harry of casting the dark mark?"

"I — well," Diggory spluttered. Sheepishly, he scratched the back of his head. "I'm sorry about him. He can be quite a—"

A sound, similar to the strike of thunder, interrupted them. Amos Diggory emerged out of nowhere, smiling brightly when he saw his son.

"Ah, Cedric!"

He approached with open arms until he noticed Adhara standing next to Cedric. The man's smile almost faltered, before it stretched all too wide.

"Miss Adhara Black, how very nice to meet you!"

"A bother," finished Adhara, scoffing. She heard Malfoy snort from where he stood.