Futurum Amare, Future love

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WALLS
...  POV

Important text
"Talking"
Direct Memory

The boy who lived managed to get the traitor to stay. How sappy. The group talked some more blah, blah, blah. I'm only here for the potion. And seeing as if already finished my job it's time for me to leave. I slipped up past the shafts in the walls. A bit too tall for these walls but just small enough to slip through. They were made for elf's not people. I brush off a cob web that stuck to my shoulder as I squeezed through. While I'd been up there I'd heard briefly what the few were talking about. Looks as though some information he'll like. Ill relay it to him and go eat lunch. Then there's the bell, I cover my ears quickly. The sound much stronger inside the walls than out. That gets rid of talking to him first. I'll take the time later at dinner than. Off to lunch.

I retrace my steps following in the opposite direction of my previous foot steps. Over a low rafter, below some cobwebs, through the hole in the mid wall and down the side step that wrap around inside the wall. I start to think awhile walking, what'll be for lunch. Oh but that annoying kid will be bothering me again. My hand scraps on a stone bursting though the wall.

"Tsss-." I hiss/wince retracting my hand and covering the wound. Annoying.

What's worse is the traitor tuning to look around. As they came down the steps around same pace as me, I'd been in the wall at the moment they passed. He looks around almost worried at the sound. I cover my mouth and step up back a few steps. Shit. I shouldn't be saying that. And if I get caught what'll I do. I can't tell them about him. It'll ruin things. I can lie. But I'm not very good. The traitor places a hand on the wall opposite of my side and looks up the path he'd just come from. My head bumps a rafter as I try my hardest to press my back on the outside wall. If this were unstable and broke through I'd be falling in open down toward the earth. Imagining that death is horrid. I remind myself these walkways are used constantly.

The traitor stays looking. Almost expecting someone to show. No one does and he steps back onto the step he originally stood up. Someone comes up the stair instead behind them. The girl. She stays around the curve, but able to clearly see.

"Draco you coming?" She calls at the traitor.

He only flinches slightly, almost unnoticeably, he than turns to the woman. Professor Weasley, or granger. She goes by both. Apparently keeping her birth name and being married at the same. Interesting. "Coming." The traitor says quietly as a response.

He steps back again and then follows the women down the stairs. Two fails and it was his fault. Both times. How odd. I start down the hall after a moment, letting distance grow between myself and the Traitor, Boy Who Lived, and Professor. I step down almost missing a step and catch myself quickly. I rebalance and finish walking down. Once reaching the end I make sure no one's in the hall and slip out of the little door the Elf's use. Frankly I'm not too please with The Boy Who Lived's decision to allow them a chance to actually work. They are below us wizards and witches. He is quite the annoyance as told.

Brushing off my clothing and fixing my hair I walk down the hall to the dinning hall. Quickly making my way, I enter just as the Traitor sits in his seat. Retrieving something from his pocket, a book, and begins reading. The Boy Who Lived sits in his seat and talks to uh...Professor Adencade? While the girl laughs with other teachers. Enough, time to eat.

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