Chasing Time (Seamus Finnigan)

three

'I can't believe we actually could leave class. It's barely eleven o'clock. We have a whole hour to do nothing. Just nothing.' Ron smirked whilst we were walking to the library.

'Why do you want to go to the library actually? I mean, we don't have any assignments yet, so we could enjoy our free time maybe?' Ron asked frowning.

'I want to search some new books to read. That is enjoying.' He glanced at me and I smiled.

'You're even worse than Hermione.'

'Who says that?'

'Me.'

'Okay so you say so and then it's true?'

'Maybe.'

He sighed as we entered the library. 'Do you want to help me?' I asked. He shrugged.

'How should I supposed to help you finding a book you like?' he insisted.

'I'll give you some instructions.' He sighed. 'Okay then. What do you search?'

'Something about Magical Creatures or the Dark Arts, ' I said and walked toward a shelve.

He frowned. 'Dark Arts? Honestly, do you think you'll be finding that here?'

I nodded. 'It's a library,' I said matter-of-factly. 'So?'

'So... you can find everything in here,' I said, as I turned around to face him.

He grinned. 'Do you think that, really?' He began picking some random books.

I glanced at him. 'I just think you should be able to find everything what you're searching for in a library.'

He smirked. 'I suppose.'

'So what's with you and Hermione, then?' I asked. I took a book from the shelve with the title: Hotchpotch of Names and Behavour of all Sorts of Creatures. I flipped it through quickly and put it on my growing pile.

'Nothing,' he sneered. 'What makes you think that?'

I shrugged. 'The way you look at her. The way you're always talking about her. You act like she annoys you but actually she doesn't,' I summed up the features.

'I don't act like she annoys me. She's my best friend. Ofcourse she annoys me sometimes. I just got used to it,' he said reproachfully.

'I suppose,' I muttered. I noticed I had hit a nerve.

'I wanted to ask you something,' he said.

I put the book I was estimating down and looked at him.

'Go ahead.' I glanced at him before taking another book from the shelve.

'It's about your surname. Yaxley, right?' He frowned and crossed his arms across his chest.

I nodded without looking at him and put he book back.

'I heard that name somewhere before,' he said, still frowning, as he sat down and started to go through my small pile of books.

'I don't know where you're talking about,' I said, as I walked to another shelve.

He followed me and stood between me and the shelve. I backed off. 'What's your father's name?' he asked curious.

'Corban Yaxley.'

I turned around. It was quiet for a moment. 'Yaxley... Corban Yaxley...' Ron muttered as I got through my books and put two of them back on the shelve.