Black Lake Secrets ⇾D.M.

vi. dinner

Ron Weasley

After finishing dreadfuls of homework in the library, looking for Harry, for which I think he could possibly be with Hermione. I was now walking towards the Great Hall with a dreamy eyed Maryse beside me, skipping her way. 

Maryse reminded me of Luna in some sort, the dreamy gleam in their eyes and how eccentric and weird they can be. Her hair was most especially unique. Her blood red hair that looks like a splotch of blood in a photograph. But there was something odd about her. She could talk...but she would never talk. And how come I have never seen her wand before. 

As we entered the Great Hall, her eyes shot up and she started to look around. Was she looking for someone? 

"Who're you looking for?" I ask, but she ignores me. She continues to move her head in left and right before dropping her shoulders down. A pout painting her lips. 

"If you're looking for Hermione or Harry, I'd think they wouldn't be here yet." But jokes on me, Hermione was sitting down with Neville and Ginny. She and I made eye contact and bloody hell, if looks could only kill, I would have been dead on the spot before taking a bite on any sausage or pudding. 

"I'm looking for Draco." Maryse says.  Although she doesn't talk much, she finally said something, that must be her a hundred word for the school year. Hold on...

"Why are you looking for him?" I ask, taking a seat and putting a serving full of sausages and mashed potatotes on my plate. 

But she doesn't  answer me again. And instead, she had another dreamy look on her eyes that was looking past me. I took a bite before turning around to look where she's looking. And there her eyes landed on the enemy. Malfoy looked like he hadn't eaten for a month and lost weight. But bloody hell, do I care? I glared at him for a moment before giving Maryse a lecture. 

"You're not supposed to like him." I told her, my hand slipped and my fork fell on the ground. A loud clatter ringing all over the hall. I bent down to get it, but it was full of dirt already. Great. 

"Hey, Maryse. Can I borrow your...." I stopped and gave her a weird look. She was using her fork as a comb. She seemed so happy using a fork as her comb that when she turned to look at me, she gave a sheepish smile before lending it to me. 

"No thanks. Might as well use a spoon." I said. Taking a gulp of pumpkin juice before taking a hold of a spoon and using it as an alternative. 

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Hi guys. I'm alive and I have finally updated this book after ages. I'm sorry if this update is short. - a/n