Phoebe Ellory, a talented pureblood witch, grapples with her burgeoning powers and the internal conflict between light and dark. As she navigates her studies, Phoebe's life takes a turn when she discovers her late mother's unfinished research on the...
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Phoebe
Professor Binns was in the middle of a lecture on the Goblin Rebellion of 1612 as everyone else tediously lost interest. I tried my best to pay attention, but Binns explained history in a very monotonous tone. Kirsi sat beside me with her cheek against her palm, drifting to sleep. I had to nudge her a few times when Binns glanced in our direction. On the other side of the class, Timothy Owens yawned loudly, making no attempt at powering through the lecture. It had been a week since Malfoy reinstated the deal between them and Owens hadn't tried to get my attention so far. I didn't know whether that was a bad thing or a good thing, but Owens caught me looking. His thick brows furrowed curiously then he winked.
I leaned back into my seat and awkwardly looked round. Shudders went down my spine as it gave me the ick. Something light and round hit the side of my head and landed on the floor. A crumpled paper thrown by none other than Malfoy. I narrowed my eyes at him, and somehow I understood. He had been watching the whole Timothy Owens spectacle, wondering when he was going to make a move. With his watchful eye, Malfoy urged me to do anything in return. Our speechless interaction was cut short when Parkinson demanded his attention.
Here goes nothing.
I did my least favorite thing to do. Smile. I smiled at Owens. And it wasn't even a genuine, heartfelt smile either. I forced every nerve on my lips to show interest. It felt absolutely revolting and against all nature to do so. Owens pulled his hand up for a quick wave and the corner of his lips quivered into a grin. He was melting. Totally digging into the bit of attention I was giving him. Hermione Granger raised her hand for like fifth time, Binns ignoring her and continuing to talk about the Goblin Rebellion in complete detail.
"What was that?" Kirsi whispered.
I returned to writing notes. "What do you mean?"
"Owens." She said, "I saw the look between both of you."
"It's nothing." I shrugged. Malfoy and I agreed not to tell anyone about our plan to get back at Owens. And that included Kirsi.
She only smirked and started copying the notes I had so far. Which was three sides of parchment. Granger finally asked her question after 10 minutes of raising her hand. Once he was done answering, he called for Owens to pass out our graded essays from last week. Of course Owens just about fell asleep, Goldstein had to shake him. Kirsi stifled a laugh. Owens shuffled to his feet and found the stack of parchment on the edge of Binns' desk.
"For this week's essay, write a factual piece on the Goblin Rebellion." Professor Binns announced as Owens passed out our essays, then Binns floated away.
"Wow, you wrote this?" Owens questioned as he got to me, skimming my essay on the 'highs and lows of the Goblin Rebellion on both sides.' "This is impressive."
"Thanks." I told him. It couldn't be that good. Professor Binns gave me a fat E. "But it really is no big deal."
