PRECEDENT : Draco Malfoy II

10

So, I continue enjoying Terry's company. It is easy to think about the positive things about him. He doesn't ask questions. He sits with me quietly. There is always an interesting historical fact in his head. In private, I continue reading the books my mother sent me, using the oil pastels, and working on the omnioculars.

The time mechanism is confusing. It's only been a few weeks and the mechanism inside is rather complicated, so I don't quite yet feel discouraged. In my attempts to get it to pause, it works. That is, until I head to the lavatory to wash my hands, and realize I didn't pause a moment in time playing on the omniocculars, but I created a temporal pocket in the entirety of the girl's dorms of Ravenclaw tower. The water comes out of the taps slowly. My hair and clothes are not living, so they drag behind me while I walk. It only takes three minutes to fix it, but in that time, I managed to draw the attention of half of the girls in our tower. When Professor Flitwick gets word, he confiscates the omnioculars.

Still, he lets me fiddle with them in the charms office, but only under his supervision.

Really, the temporal pocket should be a feat itself, if it were intentional. There is only one major mishap in there. I start working on it on Friday night, and only ten minutes later there is a knock at the door. Professor McGonagall comes. Apparently, it is Sunday evening. Some of the other Ravenclaws decided to tell someone I was missing on Saturday night. That was when they realized Flitwick was gone too. Finally, when they told McGonagall, she came to Flitwick's office.

Then, Professor McGonagall confiscates the broken onmioculars.

I am trying to write a letter to persuade Professor Dumbledore to give them back on the following Monday. It isn't going as well as I would hope.

"It was so wicked though," Anthony raises a hand. I high-five him absent-mindedly.

"Weren't you so thirsty?" Michael asks.

I shake my head, not really looking up from the letter, "it had only been ten minutes that I was in there with Flitwick."

"Wait, do you think you are actually three days younger now?" Anthony says. "I mean, did your body even age in there?"

It is hard to write with them distracting me. Truly, I've only spoken to the headmaster once. After the sorting ceremony, he asked me which other house it was that the sorting hat considered to place me in. He congratulated me on being so desirable. There is usually only one true hatstall every ten or so years. He admitted Professor McGonagall was one. Professor Flitwick was only thirty seconds away.

I beat him by a whole minute.

"You don't look older," Terry smirks at me from behind his book.

My smile is quite curt.

"Wait, do you think she could make an unregistered Time-Turner?" Michael looks over at Anthony.

Anthony gasps. Half the eyes at the Ravenclaw table turn to him from how dramatically loud the sound is, "Marty Turner, maker of Time-Turners?"

"The Nott family have been trying for years, allegedly," Padma offers. She wasn't even originally in the conversation, but she does tilt her way over to me. "I can see what Parvati and Lavender know. Only if you're interested, Marty."

"Maybe," I shrug.

"Oh, and Lavender thinks Hermione Granger had a time-turner in third year so she could take every class, but I don't know how true that is," Padma says. "Again, just let me know."