Inferno | Draco Malfoy

016 | Silly Behaviour

The poor weather had made an improvement overnight, the sun is still fighting to be in the spotlight but it's not as chaotic anymore. There's a notice board in the entrance hall, the Beauxbatons and Durmstrang students will arrive this evening so lessons are ending earlier today. The first task of the Triwizard Tournament is in October, it doesn't make sense as to why they are they are coming at the start of term other than the fact that Dumbledore wants us all to thoroughly introduce ourselves first.

Going through my schedule, I've got Astronomy this morning with the Ravenclaws then it's Care of Magical Creatures with the Gryffindors. Double Defence Against the Dark Arts after, interesting.

Before I could skim through the rest of my schedule, the sound of the oddly comforting rustling grew. Hundreds of owls flap through the open windows carrying letters, parcels and all of that what-not. Gwen drops The Daily Prophet and a letter to Camden before she comes to me with my usual Witch Weekly and Don't-cause-trouble letter from Mum and Dad. Gwen's always liked me more, I share my fruit bowl with her and I keep her looking sharp. Apart from that one time when I attached a hot pink bow to her head, she did not like it and refused to have her feathers brushed by me for a while. To be fair, I was eight and I had an obsession with bright pink. My owl nips at some of the berries in my bowl before taking off in what seems like fright.

Ah, right.

So you can flaunt your wealth by having your eagle owl land on your shoulder, but you can't afford a nicer wig? Cheap fake, wannabe blond.

"Jealous, Harlow? Rare breed this one is." Malfoy puffs his chest out as his rare owl drops a small bag of sweets and cakes from home into his hands.

"You wish, I invest my money in smarter ways. For example, buying house décor."

"Is that an insult?"

"Hmm, I don't know. Is it?"

"Father likes to keep the manor sophisticated, finds it better to not have a random Quidditch player's belongings."

"It's one jersey!"

"Whatever you say."

Professor Sinistra is the astronomy teacher, a fair woman with excellent explaining skills. Seriously, I've understood everything she's taught since she teaches at a moderate pace. Most people call her strict, I think otherwise. She's a serious teacher who is trying to help her students achieve the best grades possible. Right now, she's talking about stars. In particular, the stars around Pisces.

"Mr Entwhistle, name one neighbouring constellation of Pisces." Sinistra walks towards the Ravenclaw, awaiting an answer.

"The Cetus constellation."

She awards him five house points and proceeds to talk about the constellation.

Hours passed by fairly quickly, I soon found myself to be seated in front of Professor Moody amongst all the other Gryffindor and Slytherin students. He takes out a register and calls out everybody's names before continuing with the lesson.

"You've covered Red Caps, hinkypunks and so on but, that's why I'm here. To get you all back on track because you're behind. I'm here for a year for Dumbledore's benefit." Moody looks around at all of us, inspecting us closely. "Curses. The Ministry of Magic forbids me, as an adult, to show you illegal magic. Think about it, what wizard is going to warn you that he will use an Unforgivable Curse?"

Now, this is what I'm talking about. Real lessons with real meanings. How fun!

"I have different beliefs from the Ministry of Magic, you need to know what you're up against."