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005 // expedition of a rouge bludger
autumn, 1992 !
𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐍𝐄𝐗𝐓 𝐌𝐎𝐑𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐈𝐍 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐋𝐈𝐁𝐑𝐀𝐑𝐘, 𝐆𝐈𝐍𝐍𝐘 𝐖𝐄𝐀𝐒𝐋𝐄𝐘 was nowhere to be found, but the Gryffindor trio were huddled at their usual table. "Have you seen Ginny?" Chiara asked, approaching the second year kids. "Can't find her anywhere."
"Percy said she's locked up in her room or something, terrified," Ron answered. "He also mentioned that any more detective work, he'll contact our parents."
"He'll see what happens if he does so," Chiara bitterly said, mischief already lingering in her eyes, "tell your brother I'll make his life hell," she took a seat perpendicular to Harry, she knows McGonagall already sent Everest two letters since the start of the term detailing the girl's bad behaviour. She could not afford to get in more trouble and risk a Howler.
Hermione had made a strangely baffled expression for a moment before shaking away the confusion, and then she'd turned to the rest of them and slipped into business mode. "Ron thinks it's Malfoy."
Chiara paused mid-word, her quill sitting still on her parchment long enough to leave a horrible blot of ink in the middle of her essay. "I'm sorry?"
"The Heir of Slytherin," said Harry. "We think it might be Malfoy."
Chiara grinned, because of course it was a joke. "You're having me on."
"Unfortunately, no," Hermione said. "They are rather convinced. And truth be told... they made a fairly good argument. I still don't believe it, but I think it's worth it to check."
"Wait, wait, wait, what argument? We're talking about the same Malfoy, right?" Chiara tried to imagine it: cowering Draco Malfoy cursing a cat, dipping his fingers into dark red blood, writing vicious messages on the wall. "It was not Malfoy, I'm sure of it."
"How do you know?" Ron squinted his eyes in suspicion.
"Because I was with him when it happened."
Everybody's jaw dropped, and Harry gasped as he stared at her face, "you didn't tell us that."
"He was at the feast beforehand, and then he... he walked out of the Hall because..." she fumbled her words, shaking her head halfway through.
"You reckon he was wandering the corridors because of the monster?"
