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𝐂𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝟗; 𝐐𝐮𝐢𝐝𝐝𝐢𝐭𝐜𝐡 𝐀𝐩𝐩𝐫𝐨𝐯𝐚𝐥

𝐀𝐮𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐫𝐬 𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐞:
-𝐈 𝐝𝐨 𝐧𝐨𝐭 𝐨𝐰𝐧 𝐚𝐧𝐲 𝐨𝐟 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐇𝐚𝐫𝐫𝐲 𝐏𝐨𝐭𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐚𝐜𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐬. 𝐓𝐡𝐞𝐲 𝐚𝐥𝐥 𝐛𝐞𝐥𝐨𝐧𝐠 𝐭𝐨 𝐉.𝐊 𝐑𝐨𝐰𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐠. 𝐈 𝐦𝐚𝐲 𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐧𝐠𝐞 𝐧𝐚𝐦𝐞𝐬, 𝐚𝐝𝐝 𝐩𝐞𝐨𝐩𝐥𝐞, 𝐨𝐫 𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐩𝐥𝐞𝐭𝐞𝐥𝐲 𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐧𝐠𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐢𝐫 𝐩𝐞𝐫𝐬𝐨𝐧𝐚𝐥𝐢𝐭𝐢𝐞𝐬, 𝐛𝐮𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐚𝐜𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐬 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐲 𝐭𝐫𝐮𝐞 𝐭𝐨 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐬𝐭𝐨𝐫𝐲 𝐚𝐥𝐥 𝐛𝐞𝐥𝐨𝐧𝐠 𝐭𝐨 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐨𝐫𝐢𝐠𝐢𝐧𝐚𝐥 𝐚𝐮𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐫.
-𝐈'𝐦 𝐬𝐨𝐫𝐫𝐲 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐬𝐮𝐜𝐡 𝐚 𝐥𝐚𝐫𝐠𝐞 𝐭𝐢𝐦𝐞 𝐬𝐤𝐢𝐩 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐈 𝐝𝐨𝐧'𝐭 𝐡𝐚𝐯𝐞 𝐚 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐬𝐨𝐧 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐢𝐭 𝐛𝐮𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐟𝐢𝐫𝐬𝐭-𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐫𝐝 𝐲𝐞𝐚𝐫 𝐢𝐬𝐧'𝐭 𝐭𝐨𝐨 𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐞𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐬𝐨 𝐈'𝐥𝐥 𝐩𝐫𝐨𝐛𝐚𝐛𝐥𝐲 𝐠𝐨 𝐭𝐡𝐫𝐨𝐮𝐠𝐡 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐲𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐬 𝐩𝐫𝐞𝐭𝐭𝐲 𝐟𝐚𝐬𝐭. 𝐀𝐧𝐲𝐰𝐚𝐲𝐬, 𝐞𝐧𝐣𝐨𝐲 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐬𝐭𝐨𝐫𝐲
-𝐈'𝐦 𝐬𝐨𝐫𝐫𝐲 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐢𝐬𝐧'𝐭 𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐲 𝐝𝐞𝐭𝐚𝐢𝐥𝐞𝐝. 𝐈 𝐤𝐧𝐨𝐰 𝐢𝐭 𝐬𝐞𝐞𝐦𝐬 𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐲 𝐫𝐮𝐬𝐡𝐞𝐝 𝐛𝐮𝐭 𝐢𝐭𝐬 𝐛𝐞𝐞𝐧 𝐭𝐰𝐨 𝐝𝐚𝐲𝐬 𝐬𝐢𝐧𝐜𝐞 𝐈 𝐩𝐨𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐈 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐲 𝐰𝐚𝐧𝐭 𝐭𝐨 𝐤𝐞𝐞𝐩 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐬𝐭𝐨𝐫𝐲 𝐦𝐨𝐯𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐛𝐞𝐜𝐚𝐮𝐬𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐬𝐭𝐨𝐫𝐲 𝐰𝐢𝐥𝐥 𝐛𝐞 𝐦𝐮𝐜𝐡 𝐦𝐨𝐫𝐞 𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐞𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐚𝐟𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐟𝐢𝐫𝐬𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐫𝐞𝐞 𝐲𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐬. 𝐈 𝐦𝐚𝐲 𝐨𝐫 𝐦𝐚𝐲 𝐧𝐨𝐭 𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐛𝐢𝐧𝐞 𝟐𝐧𝐝 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝟑𝐫𝐝 𝐲𝐞𝐚𝐫 𝐭𝐨𝐠𝐞𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐢𝐧 𝐨𝐧𝐞 𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐛𝐞𝐜𝐚𝐮𝐬𝐞 𝐧𝐨𝐭 𝐚 𝐥𝐨𝐭 𝐰𝐢𝐥𝐥 𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐩𝐞𝐧 𝐭𝐨 𝐩𝐫𝐨𝐠𝐫𝐞𝐬𝐬 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐬𝐭𝐨𝐫𝐲, 𝐮𝐧𝐥𝐞𝐬𝐬 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐰𝐚𝐧𝐭 𝐦𝐞 𝐭𝐨 𝐝𝐨 𝐚𝐧 𝐢𝐧 𝐝𝐞𝐩𝐭𝐡 𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐨𝐟 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝟐𝐧𝐝 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝟑𝐫𝐝 𝐲𝐞𝐚𝐫 𝐨𝐟 𝐇𝐨𝐠𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐬 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐠 𝐇𝐚𝐫𝐫𝐲. 𝐒𝐨 𝐥𝐞𝐚𝐯𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐚𝐧𝐬𝐰𝐞𝐫 𝐢𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐦𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐬

🫧𝐈𝐧 𝐝𝐞𝐩𝐭𝐡 𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐬 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝟐𝐧𝐝 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝟑𝐫𝐝 𝐲𝐞𝐚𝐫🫧

🪽𝐨𝐧𝐞 𝐥𝐚𝐫𝐠𝐞 𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐨𝐟 𝟐𝐧𝐝 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝟑𝐫𝐝 𝐲𝐞𝐚𝐫🪽

𝐊𝐄𝐘:
'...' - Thinking
"..." - Talking
"~... ~"- Parseltongue

🐍𝐇𝐚𝐫𝐫𝐢𝐬𝐨𝐧'𝐬 𝐏𝐎𝐕🐍

It was now a week before Christmas break, or Yule as wizard customs call it. Draco gave me a book and forced me to read it. The book was about wizard customs and one that was coming up was Yule. Yule was a ball that some richer wizarding families hold every year. It happens the day before Christmas and they also do a ritual that helps boost the magic of the wizarding world. The Party always occurred the night before Christmas day and the actual yule ritual would also occur on Christmas day. After a couple days and a day before we had to make the decision of going home or not, Draco pulled me aside and handed me an envelope.

"I'm sorry to spring this on you so suddenly, but my father and I have been writing back and forth and we want to invite you to a gathering we are holding." I looked up at Draco and noticed that his voice never wavered. He never seemed to not have confidence. After a while he grew impatient and started talking once more.

"You know, it's quite rude to leave someone hanging" I nodded before speaking,

"I'm sorry, I didn't mean to seem rude." I opened the letter and started reading. The letter just explained what Draco had said. It just said some extra rules. For example, there's a dress code of A dark forest green and a dull silver gray. I looked up at Draco and smiled. He looked to be nervous about my nearing response. I've never seen him so nervous.

"Of course I'll go to Draco, I'd never reject such an offer" I smiled softly at him and he smirked.

"Of course you wouldn't, I'm Draco Malfoy, and if you did such a thing my father would hear about it." I roll my eyes as we entered our last class before the Yuletide feast, which was flying. It wasn't snowing yet, thank merlin. It went quick, but a interesting incident occurred in the middle of class. The Longbottom kid got injured and so madam Hooch had to take him to the hospital wing in Hogwarts. Telling the students to behave and not fly into the air with the schools brooms. Charles being himself, though, found Longbottom's remembrall and took to the air with it. Draco, hating Charles, decided that he wanted the remembrall as well and flew into the air to retrieve it. In the end, I also headed into the air to stop Draco. In the end though, Draco got his hands on it and Charles wanted it back. So in an attempt of getting it back, Charles tried and failed to knock Draco off his broom, but instead of knocking him off Draco threw the remembrall and got back to the ground. Leaving me and Charles up in the sky. I didn't want Charles to get it, just due to wanting to be better. I flew quickly past Charles and grabbed the remembrall, not even hitting the window at all. Serverus walked out at the perfect time and saw the end of the dispute he took me and headed to Marcus Flint, who was the fifth year Slytherin quidditch captain. He was in DADA and was called out of class to talk to us. After that I had gotten on to the quidditch team after trying out the same day that afternoon, though, knowing Dumbledore, he would definitely try and stop such an action from happening. So thinking ahead, Marcus explained that I would be the backup and we would plan on the actual seeker would step out every game and allow me to play. I agreed to these terms and head off. I started to think about the invitation that Draco had given me. What would I wear? It was a party after all. I could wear one of the robes I acquired from Madam Malkin but those weren't formal party wear. I'd have to go out and buy a pair of formal robes. I sighed. This was one hell of a day. I was tired and all I wanted to do was crash. So that's what I did, I skipped dinner, telling Draco I wasn't up to it, and I did my nightly routine and crashed. Draco looked very skeptical when I told him I wasn't up to it, he thought I was just trying to get out of eating. I wasn't, my eating habits have been getting better lately but today was one of those days. You know? Those days where you just need to crash and sleep for a while to gather yourself back up. That's what I needed, so I didn't do just that. I caught up on some much needed sleep.