Paintings | Jikook

5.

𐬽𐬼𐬽𐬼𐬽𐬼𐬽𐬼𐬽𐬼𐬽𐬼𐬽𐬼𐬽𐬼𐬽𐬼𐬽𐬼

A strange glass container sat beside him on the table. It held a brownish-red liquid. He was puzzled as to why Crabbe and Goyle had brought it to him. He reached for the tiny bottle and examined it more closely. The liquid was transparent and thick. He opened the container and sniffed the liquid. It had a strong, acidic odour. Were they attempting to harm him? He was debating whether to inform Madam Pomfrey or retain the liquid. Whatever they attempted to give him sparked his interest.
But he was also disappointed that they had attempted to combine it with the medicine. He couldn't fathom the consequences if Madam Pomfrey had injected it into his arm.

Jimin had been keeping the container for three days. He was eager to exit the hospital and examine it. He quickly changed into his school attire. He was behind in his schoolwork and it was Wednesday.

The Hufflepuff wasn't a fool. Something had to be wrong, he reasoned. Why did the two Slytherins approach him in the hospital just to leave him with the bottle? He was aware that the Slytherins would be waiting for him. They were merciless. In a so-called battle, the Gryffindors defeated them. They wouldn't let Gryffindors outperform them in anything.

Before he left the hospital. He looked down the hallway to see if anyone was there. Surprisingly, there were no Slytherins or other pupils.  Jimin slapped his palm across the forehead. His stomach churned with embarrassment. Students were attending lessons. Jimin made his way to the Hufflepuff common room, his unease gone.

Jimin's bad luck has not failed him and five boys awaited him. He couldn't let himself be caught again. He immediately turned 180 degrees and ran. He sprinted as fast as he could. His legs trembled as the steps seemed to go on forever. When the shoes of the groups struck the ground, they made loud noises. He didn't have much stamina, but the adrenaline was powerful. He felt as if he had drank a potion and acquired some sort of boost. He dashed to the corridor in front of the library. He wasn't positive which door to enter because there were so many. He chose the second one from the left. He wasn't sure if the Slytherins had spotted him. The room appeared to be old, as did most of the school's hallways and corridors. But there was something unique about this one. The atmosphere was old but not frightening. Everything was fascinating. Because of the loud footsteps coming from the hallway, the short male had no time to examine the room any longer. He noticed a large wardrobe leaning against the wall in the centre. Jimin hid behind the other side of the wardrobe because the doors faced the side of the wardrobe. The Slytherins didn't notice anything and kept running down the corridor. Jimin parted his lips and expelled the air he had been holding. He leaned his head against the side of the wardrobe, his anxiety slowly leaving his frame. He looked around carefully. He didn't notice a beautiful woman standing next to an old-fashioned chair. She was gazing at him in misery. Fear tightened around his neck, making it difficult for him to breathe. She appeared menacing but not frightening. Her looks indicated that he wasn't welcome there, but he didn't want to depart just yet.

"H-Hello." He attempted to strike up a conversation with the ghost lady.

She didn't say anything, but she pointed to the door, implying that he'd exit.

"I can't leave yet, there's someone out there wishing ill upon me." The short man explained. The ghost did not appear convinced. "I promise to exit as soon as they leave. Please allow me to stay." He gave her puppy eyes, hoping she'd let him remain. "Please." He begged.

The tall lady remained silent. She turned around and gazed calmly out the window. He interpreted it as approval. He sat in the same place, leaning against the wardrobe, since the floor didn't appear to be dirty. He didn't have any books with him; they were all in his room so h e allowed his thoughts to assume control of his mind. He considered asking the ghost about the liquid in his pocket, but the woman was strange to him. What if she'd informed someone? Though he doubted it, she seemed quite lonely.