Inferno | Draco Malfoy

012 | Theories

Listen, I don't care about assessments but when Professor Snape said that our grades count for our passing levels it oddly motivated me to study. I don't need it, but it would be nice to revisit everything that I've done so far in Potions, I rarely make notes and just take things visually so this could be useful.

Madam Pince is the Hogwarts librarian. She has some reasonable but strict rules for the place. There's even a noticeboard at the front which I briefly skim through, reading the threatening policy. In summary, Pince will hex the students that damage a book.

She glares at me as I enter the library, maybe Camden isn't on her good side or perhaps she doesn't like newcomers, that's not very nice. Madam Pince glares at the surrounding students, okay so she just hates everyone. I'm now a fan of hers.

I go through the section of textbooks. This could come in handy, herbology benefits my study of potions. Merlin! I forgot the one thing I need to revise, Professor McGonagall's class. Transfiguration is the subject that I promised myself that I will practise my homework as I've been getting an average grade of average. Are you kidding me? Average? I tried to nicely talk to the woman but she told me that my practical work isn't impressive. What does she want me to do? Poke a bird's eye out?

Right, three classes to revise through means two books per subject.

It's a Saturday morning so most people are sleeping in, there are only a few seventh-years in here seeing as they have their hardest exams. I levitate my books to a nearby table, sitting down and rolling up the sleeves of my white, cable knit, long cardigan. I quickly pin up my hair with my wand before starting.

Transfiguration is first, save the best for last so I'll have something to look forward to. I flick through the textbook, making notes whenever I come across things I didn't know or things that I need to look further into. This is tragic and confusing. At least the terminology is simple. The Felifors spell has the incantation of literally "Felifors". Then again, when will I ever need to use this useless spell? Who in their right mind decided that one day they wanted to turn their precious cat into a damn CAULDRON.

Now, who in their right mind is making all that noise?

No one is around me, all of the five students or so are at the front of the library with Madam Pince. I drop my quill down in frustration upon hearing people talking and giggling. Curiosity washes over me, I tuck my chair in and walk towards where I think the two voices are being emitted from.

I remove a book from the bookshelf behind me, creating a small hole. Once again, I'm right. There are two people- WHAT THE HELL?

Lips on lips, muffled giggling, definitely older than me. There are two people eating each other's faces at eight in the morning. Eight. At this early hour of eight. No Adria, hold in the vomit, you'll have breakfast soon and not to mention Madam Pince will hex you if you vomit. Uhm, where did his hand go?

Okay. Time. To. GET. OUT.

I shove the book back inside the bookshelf, quietly for obvious reasons, and scramble to the table. I clean off the ink from my quill and place it inside the pockets of my black slinky, wide-leg, trousers. With the stupid six books being held in a stack form in my arms because I decided to put my damn wand in my hair, I run out to go to Madam Pince to ask for permission to borrow the books.

She has this fixated stern look, bit like Professor McGonagall, as she stamps my books and hands me a quill to write my name and the date in. Taking my wand out of my hair, I think it would be better if I just don't tell her what I saw since I'm not here to traumatise her. I whisper a quiet "thank you" before carrying my books in a more smart way, levitating them with a spell.