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Chapter 11

"...'If all the world hated you and believed you wicked, while your own conscience approved of you and absolved you from guilt, you would not be without friends.' That's who you are, Draco Malfoy."

Chapter 11: "The pride of the youngest seeker in a century."

Minutes pass into hours against someone's wishes, while caving into someone's desperate pleas.

Dinner arrived and Odele sat beside Hermione, having forgotten all the pettiness of the previous night as Neville's arm cost her a penny into her own self. An introspection is what Hermione would say it as. Hermione and Odele ate the dinner while exchanging the stories of what happened after she had followed Madam Hooch and Neville to the infirmary, vice-a-versa of what Madam Pompfrey helped Neville heal his hand.

A small smile yet a prideful one was on Odele's lips when Hermione was telling her about Harry being chosen as the seeker for the quidditch team but Ron's excitement filled the air around them and both the girls couldn't help but chuckle softly. It wasn't that she knew Harry to be his best buddy but she was happy that someone so young could achieve something like that, and well she shared his excitement of flying now.

Odele smiled as she whispered quietly to Harry who sat a few girls beside her, "Congratulations Harry, it's a wonderful feat." Harry could only nod and smile back sheepishly to the girl, momentarily forgetting that he wasn't supposed to tell that to everyone. But what could a boy do other than smile when a girl as sweet as her congratulated him with such sincerity?

She nodded back and went back to discussing the potions class with Hermione when two gingers, seemingly older, approached the new seeker. The resemblance was that of Ronald Weasely and she assumed they must be his elder sibling twins, who were older than them but younger than Percy Weasely the prefect of the house.

Fred and George had hardly disappeared when someone far less welcome turned up: Malfoy, flanked by Crabbe and Goyle.

"Having a last meal, Potter? When are you getting the train back to the Muggles?"

Draco Malfoy, his voice made Odele pause her chat with Hermione and look up at him. She wondered what more could this boy do that would make her disappointed in him more? Perhaps this, the stupid inferiority complex that was built over nonsensical discrimination of someone's birth as pureblood or muggle born. She was beginning to think that she perhaps liked only his eyes. He was trash. Albeit a trash with beautiful eyes.

The cold greyed boy briefly held Odele's gaze before returning them to Harry.

"You're a lot braver now that you're back on the ground and you've got your little friends with you," said Harry coolly.

This made Odele snicker along with the rest. Harry certainly had a tongue which he was definitely putting to a good use. Though she wished she'd have seen the reference of his sharp comeback with her own eyes. She'd glanced back at Draco at that, and she saw something like embarrassment flash red over his cheeks before he sharply glared at the chosen one. Was it Crabbe or was it Goyle who noticed the brief flash of hurt in his grey eyes or someone else entirely? 

"I'd take you on anytime on my own," Malfoy boasted with arrogance as high as his slicked back hair. "Tonight, if you want. Wizard's duel. Wands only -- no contact. What's the matter? Never heard of a wizard's duel before, I suppose?"

"Of course he has," said Ronald, wheeling around, coming in to rescue his mate quickly. "I'm his second, who's yours?"

"Crabbe," he said. "Midnight all right? We'll meet you in the trophy room; that's always unlocked."

"Can't a person eat in peace in this place?" said Ron with an annoyed face, when Hermione approached the two after she'd excused herself from Odele.

Odele glanced at the three before Parvati Patil, a beautiful Indian girl asked her about the potions class. It was a bit unsettling about how everyone wanted to know what happened in the potions class, when all she did was get paired up with Blaise Zabini. She and Parvati chuckled at the stupidity when they understood that the reason behind that was simply that he looked like an arrogant piece of trash, which Odele had come to know he was. She was so lost chatting up with Parvati and others that her ear closed off the side Harry was on.

Later that night, she slept happily over the new friend she'd made and the thrill of flying made her sigh with yearning. She couldn't help but get lost in her own dream of flying over the valleys of Scotland while Hermione sneaked off to the living room in her pink bathrobe that the girls in their dorm room, along with Odele gushed at its cuteness over her.

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