-... and guess what, as it was not predictable, she informed in class that she had already read all the books in the summer! How and for what? Just to look cute and darling in the eyes of the teachers - Narcissa took her cup of tea when she magically heard her son's letter, rambling after she sent a letter asking how the classes were going along, with her son's favorite candies - I'm better than she and I didn't need to read all the damn books! – he huffed when he finished – Mama, I like you a lot, but I have to go, I need to finish the Potions homework and show the Know-It-All that I'm much better than her! At least Professor Snape doesn't allow himself to be flattered by her, whereas Professor McGonagall... Well, I'll be off. Greetings to Dad! – and magically the son's voice disappeared with the end of the letter.
Across the table, with the newspaper open, Lucius Malfoy questions – Miss Granger again?
- Yes - Narcissa said with a smile, finding it endearing how her son always managed to find a way to put Hermione Granger in every conversation they had.
- Well it's just a phase of a 12-year-old boy. That ends in a few months – past the newspaper page as he sipped his coffee.
- Hum, hum... - murmur Narcissa, don't believe that: the son was in love and he still didn't know it.
