According to the Council she was a criminal, a remorseless criminal and had a heart of ice.
It has been exactly 93 days since the Final
Act of War.
Finally almost everything went back to place.
𝘈𝘶𝘳𝘰𝘳𝘢 was drowning in her lies, tragedy, chaos...
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MALFOY DID'T REAPPEAR IN CLASSES UNTIL LATE ON THURSDAY MORNING, when the Slytherins and Gryffindors were halfway through double Potions. He swaggered into the dungeon, his right arm covered in bandages and bound up in a sling, acting, in Aurora's opinion, as though he were the heroic survivor of some dreadful battle.
"How is it, Draco?" simpered Millicent Bulstrode. "Does it hurt much?"
"Yeah," said Malfoy, putting on a brave sort of grimace. But Aurora saw him wink at Crabbe and Goyle when Millicent had looked away.
"Settle down, settle down," said Professor Snape idly.
The Wixen leaned in. They knew from their children, nieces, nephews and grandchildren how bad was Severus Snape.
While the Students were happy, now everyone was going to know about the Dungeon Bat.
Aurora and Theo scowled at each other; Snape wouldn't have said "settle down" if they'd walked in late, he'd have given them detention. But Malfoy had always been able to get away with anything in Snape's classes; Snape was head of Slytherin House, and generality favored his own students above all others.
They were making a new potion today, a Shrinking Solution. Malfoy set up his cauldron right next to Aurora and Theo, so that they were preparing their ingredients on the same table.
"Sir," Malfoy called, "sir, I'll need help cutting up these daisy roots, because of my arm --"
"Weasley, cut up Malfoy's roots for him," said Snape without looking up. Ron went brick red.
"There's nothing wrong with your arm," he hissed at Malfoy.
Malfoy smirked across the table.
"Weasley, you heard Professor Snape; cut up these roots."
Ron seized his knife, pulled Malfoy's roots toward him, and began to chop them roughly, so that they were all different sizes.
"Professor," drawled Malfoy, "Ron's mutilating my roots, sit."
Snape approached their table, stared down his hooked nose at the roots, then gave Ron an unpleasant smile from beneath his long, greasy black hair. "Change roots with Malfoy, Weasley."
"But, sir --!"
Ron had spent the last quarter of an hour carefully shredding his own roots into exactly equal pieces.
"Now," said Snape in his most dangerous voice. Ron shoved his own beautifully cut roots across the table a, Malfoy, then took up the knife again. "And, sir, I'll need this shrivelfig skinned," said Malfoy, his voice full of malicious laughter.
"Potter, you can skin Malfoy's shrivelfig," said Snape, giving Mia the look of loathing he always reserved just for her."
Now Aurora's Family and Friends glared at Snape for making her do such job. While Snape loudly gulped.
