Draco Malfoy
As I sat in front of McGonagall, I cleared my throat, drawing her attention with her slightly cocked-down glasses.
"So, you're saying that you made a prank on Mr. Nott?" After a little pause, she began.
I have been recounting what happened in Nott's room to her for over fifteen minutes at this point. Throwing Jones into this simply didn't sit right with me, and I despised this sensation that I wanted to lie for her.
Instead of telling her what had happened, I lied and claimed that I was the one who perpetrated a prank on Nott that went horribly wrong.
Nott had a concussion he did not entirely remember what happened yesterday night, I did stay with him till he woke up this morning, I oblivated him before he woke up, making.
Theodore forget what actually happened, I told him that, I was trying to prank him and it went wrong, due to him not actually remembering what happened he believed me pretty easily.
McGonagall leaned back in her chair, her eyes observing me carefully.
"A prank, Mr. Malfoy?" She said, her tone stern. "A prank that ended with Mr. Nott concussed and requiring a visit to the infirmary?"
I nod slowly, not breaking eye contact with her.
"Yes professor. As I've said, I intended it to be a harmless prank, but it went... wrong."
I could hear the silence in the room, as McGonagall contemplates my words.
After a few seconds, she speaks again, her voice as sharp as ever.
"Mr. Malfoy, this is a serious offense. Intending to prank someone is one thing, but causing them serious harm is another."
"You're a smart boy, Malfoy." She says, "But this is unacceptable."
Something about this is bothering me. I've never seen Jones lose control like that, this was something unexpected, unexpected and dangerous.
I know I can keep this secret easily, but still, there's that voice inside me that's telling me something, something that's screaming at me that something isn't right with Jones, her emotions are something out of control.
And I have no idea why I'm lying for her. What is wrong with me.
There's also another thing that I'm thinking about. Jones hates me, and I can't blame her for that, she certainly has reasons to. But even with all that, when I saw her emotions rise to such a level, I didn't hesitate and actually tried to help her.
Why did I do that? It makes no sense. It's completely off-character from my normal behavior.
"Mr. Malfoy are you sure you're not lying-"
I immediately shot a look at her "Why would I lie and put myself into this? I already told you there was no one else other than me and Nott," I said frowning as I adjusted himself into my seat.
"Very well then, tell your father I'd like to have a word with him," She said leaning back on her chair.
I nod my head, my mind racing with all kinds of thoughts. This whole situation seems all bizarre to me, everything in it feels weird and confusing. I can't understand why I'm trying to help Jones at all. I just don't get it.
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