❝𝘶𝘯𝘤𝘰𝘯𝘥𝘪𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯𝘢𝘭𝘭𝘺 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳𝘴,
𝘓𝘶𝘤𝘪𝘢❞
𝗛𝗔𝗥𝗥𝗬 𝗣𝗢𝗧𝗧𝗘𝗥 was a somewhat quiet, yet mischievous guy who had trouble tailing him since he was a mere one year-old. He encounters a girl, whose only known attribute wa...
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LXXIV. A TRAIN OF THOUGHTS
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❝Just one breath;
I'll live, I'll live❞
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THE LAST WEEKS THAT LED up to the end of the holidays were admittedly bland as they were stuck inside the confinements of the Burrow. But Lucia couldn't help but ponder over what happened during their last Diagon Alley visit.
Malfoy visited Borgin and Burke's in Knockturn Alley, and frankly, it was a bit suspicious how even his mother was not there with him. There was no other explanation except for the fact that there was something dark brewing in the shadows of the Wizarding world, and it got something to do with Mafloy, which did not sit well in her stomach.
At first, her initial thoughts were, "What is this gellified haired boy doing sneaking around here without his mummy?" But then those thoughts became turned into something worrisome as she began to think, "What was that gellified haired boy doing sneaking around there without his mummy?"
He was definitely hiding something that he didn't even want his mother to know about.
Don't get her wrong, Lucia despised him for all he made her go through, but Merlin was she worried for him. Something was off, something sinister, she thought. And it seemed that Harry was also think over of what happened with Malfoy, albeit quite differently than Lucia.
Malfoy's behaviour in Knockturn Alley irked Harry. What made it eve worse was when he saw that satisfied look on Malfoy's face as he had left the shop. Nothing that made Malfoy look that happy could be good news. And Harry hated it.
While his... friend? Girlfriend? Lover... showed her concerns of this in a more worry manner than he was, however to his slight annoyance, neither Ron nor Hermione seemed quite as curious about Malfoy's activities as they — well, he was; or at least, they seemed to get bored of discussing it after a few days.
"Yes, I've already agreed it was fishy, Harry," said Hermione a little impatiently. She was sitting on the windowsill in Fred and George's room with her feet up on one of the cardboard boxes and had only grudgingly looked up from her new copy of Advanced Rune Translation. "But haven't we agreed there could be a lot of explanations?"
"Maybe he's broken his Hand of Glory," said Ron vaguely, as he attempted to straighten his broomstick's bent tail twigs. "Remember that shriveled-up arm Malfoy had?"
