059 | Easy Days

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February
1996.

For some really strange reason, my parents have been encouraging me to learn Occlumency. Though encouraging is truly an understatement, they've been giving me advice about it non-stop. I find it quite peaceful. I'd be alone in my dormitory sometimes and I'd grab a few of Daphne's smelling salts and just rest my mind. No thoughts, no emotions, just my body. Camden's been helping me with it, but I'm sure our parents forced him to do so, and I'm starting to get the hang of it.

Anyway, this is nothing compared to what's happening in the wizarding world. Last month, a catastrophic adversity shocked us all. There had been a mass breakout in the safest, topmost secure Azkaban. Rumours had been circulating about the total amount of escapees who were freed. The Ministry informed us that there were ten. Cornelius Fudge said that the reason for this breakout was because of the notorious Sirius Black, who wanted to help his cousin, Bellatrix Lestrange and fellow inmates free. Crazy right? Totally believable.

When the Quidditch World Cup had been set in flames, the Ministry and the press blamed it on You-Know-Who. So why is it that when this shit happens they blame it on a hiding escapee? Sirius is powerless, where the hell is he going to get the magic or the explosives to blow up a highly protected prison? It's just not plausible, nothing adds up.

Thank goodness I'm not in that stupid Inquisitorial organisation, most of them kiss Fudge's arse. He's an alright Minister but definitely not the best, I bet even I could do a better job at it.

Everyone is too afraid to speak out, they live in this sort of pixie-tale to try and convince themselves that the reality is not true. They know it and won't admit it.

Something is happening, and the consequences will be devastating.

"They say that Hagrid's back." Pansy points to a certain Gryffindor trio amongst the students in the Great Hall. "No more safe-guarded lessons with Grubbly-Plank."

I laugh, kicking Malfoy gently under the table. "You better enjoy your breakfast, it's the last meal you'll ever get now that Hagrid's back."

He rolls his eyes, folding his copy of the Daily Prophet and putting it aside.

Yeah, I could never find him tolerable. I still don't like him. But, I guess it was nice of him to help his mother pick out my birthday gift. Narcissa very sweetly gifted me a pair of emerald stud earrings, to which in her card she told me about Malfoy's contribution of picking out the right gem. Though he doesn't want me to know that so it's now a secret between Narcissa and I.

I'm wearing them today, mainly because I grew tired of my usual diamond earrings and wanted a little colour. I wonder if Malfoy purposely chose emerald so that it could match my eyes well.

"Oh, not again."

I look up to Milly who's lip sort of curls and before I know it, the sloppiest snogging session between Daphne and Blaise is right in front of my eyes.

"Hush darling, don't act like you didn't do the same to Gregory last night."

The girl turns a solid shade brighter and Tracey grabs Milly by her shoulders, asking for every bit of detail. Luckily for my ears, Tracey doesn't give out another kissing lesson. How marvellous indeed.

Daphne pulls back from Blaise. She then proceeds to pull out her compact mirror and lipgloss. I snort seeing it all messed up. As the blonde rests her mirror on the table, my peripheral vision registers a very familiar person in the reflection.

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