𝕀𝕟𝕟𝕠𝕔𝕖𝕟𝕥 ⇾ Harry Potter

Chapter Thirteen ✔️

Rewritten and posted on January 26th 2021

C h a p t e r T h i r t e e n
T h e Q u i d d i t c h F i n a l

Perfection was an element of life that Hermione always thrived for; especially in her studies. Her friends had become accustomed to her behaviour once the festive season had passed, because Professors changed their focus of studies to revision; meaning that everyone's most stressful time was approaching. It was without doubt that Hermione worked the hardest when it came to studying, even before she had a Time Turner to take on extra subjects.

Evelyn could remember the devastation Hermione had experienced when their Second Year exams had been cancelled, because all her hard work had been futile. Evelyn too, was quite disappointed that she's lost all those hours in the library, but given that her life had just been saved from Lord Voldemort and his giant snake, her priorities had laid elsewhere.

Evelyn was concerned about her exams. While she had a confidence in her ability in some of her subjects, others made her feel sick with dread. She never predicted at the start of the school year that she'd have so much anxiety for a class like Divination, which was useless in her future plans.

On top of that, there hadn't been so much as a whispered sighting of Sirius Black since before Christmas. It was impossible to predict when he would cause trouble again, or if he had given up, but Evelyn didn't believe the latter thought. She'd spent so long looking at her Father's WANTED poster; the insanity in those eyes could not be faked. Black had been a man on a mission, even destroying the Fat Lady's painting when she refused to grant him access. He was a man that wouldn't simply give up.

She hated to admit to anyone - even herself - that she was constantly on edge at the thought of him. Evelyn was adamant to not look weak in front of the watchful eyes of her peers. It was now March, and while no one had talked about Sirius Black, it was a clear that everyone thought about him when they watched Harry and Evelyn.

The pair had stuck together though, just as they always had despite any revelations. When they walked the corridors together, they refused to acknowledge the stares. At meal times, they talked about other matters like Quidditch, never giving anyone the chance to ask them about the escapee or see that they were both truly scared. They hid it well, dealing with it themselves as stubborn natured as they'd been blessed with.

"Broaden your minds! You must look beyond. The art of crystal gazing is in the clearing of the Inner Eye, only then can you see!"

Professor Trelawney's voice travelled across to the table where Evelyn, Harry and Ron were practically sprawled in their cushioned stools, but it didn't register to any of them. The trio were miserably bored, and absent of Hermione's presence. They assumed that she'd gotten caught up in the library with another study session and lost track of time. However, one of the members at the table knew the true reason for Hermione's lateness.

Harry's eyes stared blankly into the clouded crystal ball, with his chin resting on his crossed arms, resting on the surface of the table. Evelyn slumped into his side, using his shoulder as a place to set her head. Occasionally she would mumble for him to stop fidgeting as it was disturbing her, he would chuckle every time before quietly apologising and sitting still for a few minutes before he would forget again. Beside Evelyn was Ron, who was beginning to doze off as he rested with his check in his palm.

They group of teenagers only shot to attention when the Professor had approached them. Hurriedly, they pulled their textbooks towards them, to at least plant the idea that they had been doing some form of work.