My Own Treachery

Chapter 8 | With Or Without Approval

The next couple of days went on as it did today. Reading one poem from my Cerapter book. Slowly debunking each one. The first poem I read I came to the conclusion the first stanza, is basically about an unrecognizable good yet evil event, of chaos,. While the second stanza is about the Alicorn being unable to express empathy, and dropping darkness once again, not evil darkness, but merely a manifestation of the kind of harshness. In other words, things have become so violent and decadent that the Alicons only solution is to deploy it's version of an all-purpose cleanser. A bit of a rough interpretation, but it's all I got from it, till I could find something else.

While also reading the slim book, I also practicing my wandless magic, to no avail. It was becoming more frustrating then anything, the most I've done was make the lights flicker. Now sitting in the great hall, I had gotten here early as usual, but I wasn't alone for long, I ended up sitting with my seem to be my usual neighbors, Malfoy and his pair of pigs. As well as Lilly Moon, she hasn't said much, she's just sat with me, through charms and meals, a decent person from what I gathered. Quiet, dependable, and intelligent in her own way, not someone who would hinder my education... At least not yet.

I sat there looking down at the paper before me, more like glaring at it I'm sure. Still, unable to write a letter to my parents, that they would like. I was brought out of my self pity by squawks, looking upward, I saw owls flying in. Dropping mail off to students, Malfoy had gotten a bunch of sweets from his parents, Lilly had gotten a letter from hers. I then saw the two recognizable ravens, flew in my direction, dropping a letter, while the other bird I assumed dropped one for Ava.

The letter now in my hand was my main focus. Getting up quickly I walked out of the great halls, grabbing my bag and letter, feeling the small Capone grasping my shirt tightly, caught off guard by my swift movements. I made my way to the library, more for the peace and quiet. Taking a seat at a table in the back of the room I gulped some air and opened the note.

My Little Rose,

Why have you not written us yet? Your mother and I are awaiting the details of your sorting into Ravenclaw. Write us soon.

Warmest regards,
Rowan Ravenclaw

Folding the paper up I stuffed it into my pocket, wanting to forget it, and pulled out the mind magic book, my quill and a random piece of parchment. I stared at the wand, trying to get it to move around, without a wand.

No results. Letting out a groan of annoyance. I got up from my seat, and proceeded to look through the bookshelves, hoping to find another book to aid me.

A cough from the other side of the books caught my attention, moving a few books out of the way, I saw Hermione, her nose also in a book.

"Anything good?" I whispered the question, causing her to jump slightly.

Looking up at me, she gave a slight glare, "Amber, you don't scare people like that!" Her whisper was harsh, she then walked around the book shelf joining me on my side, "what are you looking for?" She ask softly, her tone changing, seemingly forgetting to be scared.

I gave a shrugging looking at the other end of the book isle, to a chained of area, "I presume what I'm looking for is in the forbidden section." I muttered lightly, coming to the realization that it was true.

Hermione let out a slight giggle, causing me to look back at her, with a brow raised, "I think I can help you, when you get a chance find Professor Flitwick, tell him you'd like some heavier material to read, and don't tell him I sent you."

I couldn't help but smile wildly at her, "I think I'll go look for him now, before class starts, thank you Hermione, you're amazing!" I whispered, hugging her quickly, then shoving my belongings into my bag, I left the library, hunting down the head of Ravenclaw.