Inferno | Draco Malfoy

011 | Trolls & Taunts

Another morning, another weatherless waking.

My body is used to waking up at the crack of dawn. That's a bit dramatic. My body is used to waking up at six in the morning. Breakfast starts at eight so I have an hour and a half to go out on a run. I've been doing this for a while now as the first one out of bed, usually on weekdays. Occasionally, I would see Filch or his cat, Mrs Norris, and that's when I go into hiding. He's been more careful after the Sirius Black incidents and attacks. I wonder why Black can't just get a SilentSneak, not that he should but that would be a smart idea.

Since no one is going to see me, I throw on some black shorts and a black shirt, putting my hair in a messy braid before tapping my wrist once and leaving the dungeons.

Man, the number of people that have walked here previously. Even Merlin, himself! I'm walking where the dead once lived, okay that's a random thought. Anyways, Hogwarts Castle is spacious and incredibly peaceful. The melodic chirping of the birds harmonising with the wind as it softly whistles, brushing past the blossoming trees. I pick up my pace.

Creativity in running is endless, with the flexibility to turn all foggy thoughts into one visible vision regardless of the situation. Running for achievement, running for leisure, or if you're an escaping convict then, running for freedom.

The pleasant sounds of nature now mixed with my panting and huffing. My shirt is drenched from the excessive sweat coming off my neck and back, my forehead is wet, my legs are burning, and my heart is racing. The things I do to myself to stay healthy. I head down to the Hogwarts kitchen, below the ground floor, to get some water. The house elves live in the kitchen, they make the bloody food. They aren't all that bothered by my presence, if I don't disturb them then they won't tell anyone about my whereabouts. If I do disturb them well, I'd rather not know. Some of them have no manners, so they might throw pots and pans at me.

Tapping twice to my SilentSneak, I whisper pureblood to the dungeon. I should change the password to something more fun, something like 'Gryffindor is the best.' which is a lie.

That's odd, it's only seven so I should be alone at this hour. But, I don't mind the company of this one.

"Morning-"

"Is that my shirt? Adria, are you wearing my shirt? It's been missing for months!"

I change my mind, I do mind the company of this one. Camden has so many black shirts, what is so important about this one? And since when did he keep track of his clothes? What a strange man.

"Do you want it back?"

"Ew, no. Not until it's washed."

"It's not even dirty, come here-"

Opening my arms, I waddle to Camden as he shrieks and scrunches his face in disgust, running upstairs to his dormitory.

Walking to my dorm, Tracey is already up and awake. She knows about my morning runs as she always sees me coming back. I fold Camden's shirt into the laundry basket so the house elves can collect and wash it later, of course, I'm keeping it. He's got more money than me, he can go buy another one.

Finishing breakfast, the first two lessons of the day are Herbology. Pansy had been complaining about it all morning whilst we were all getting ready. Daphne and I are the only two who seem to like the subject, both liking different magical plants.

Professor Sprout is teaching us about puffapods again. Puffapods are pink and purple flowers with green leaves that can make trolls sneeze. It's commonly used in potion-making. The pink seedpods are holding many beans that bloom when touching any solid object like the ground. So, don't drop them. Weasley did exactly that last year and Sprout was not impressed.