The Eyes of the Heir

Chapter 27: Idiots

Zoe's POV

As you can clearly expect, I can't sleep. I've been twisting and turning on my bed, but I can't seem to find a comfortable position to sleep in. I read a couple of books, but my mind wandered off to Hermione, and I started to worry again. I drank a cup of tea, 2 cups in fact, but that didn't help me sleep. Warm milk perhaps? I think that would do, but I don't want it to magically appear in front of me like before. I'd like to go to the kitchen myself, maybe the welcoming smiles of the house elves would stop me from thinking about Hermione. Zach told me that Hermione and the others who have been petrified will be okay in a week, since Professor Snape is already working on the Mandrake potion.

I stood up and took my robe out of my closet, as I made my way down the Gryffindor common room.

"Where do you think you're going?" Death asked, suddenly appearing in front of me, his black eyes looking at me from head to toe, a knowing smile plastered on his face. 

If I was in the mood to be sassy, I'd probably tell him that he should mind his own arse and leave me be, but I just huffed and walked passed him.

"Did you not hear me? Where are you going?" He asked again, irritation clear on his voice.

I rolled my eyes and faced him, "I thought you could read my mind? You should know where I'm going."

"No. I do not. Because you've been doing a bloody great job at blocking me from your mind. You've been clearly planning something dangerous, and you won't tell me."

"Of course, going down to the school's kitchen is very dangerous. Calm yourself Death, I just need to get some warm milk."

"In the middle of the night? When a Basilisk is on the loose? Have you gone mad?!"

I just scoffed and shrugged, maybe I've gone mad. Maybe I'm out of my mind. But honestly? I do not care about the Basilisk. Stupid, I know. I then started to walk my way to the door when he tugged my arm, and I faced him, a bored look on my face.

"You've got a habit of tugging my arm. You should stop that."

"You're an idiot Zoe."

"I'm not asking your opinion about me. Now, let my arm go or I will amputate it."

He then looked at me and chuckled, his husky laugh invading the whole common room. "Bloody hell, you have gone mad. If there is no stopping you, then let me accompany you. It's much safer."

"Fine." I said. And just like that, Death and I were walking on the dimly lit hallways of Hogwarts.

Death was a reserved being. He never talked unless needed or spoken to, and he enjoys the silence. I guess that is one of the reasons I liked Death as my company. We were walking in a slow pace, just like when you'd walk at a park, enjoying the relaxing ambiance nature has given. Death took a couple of deep breaths here and there, but he was only doing so because he was relaxed. I guess he doesn't sense any danger. Me neither, that's why I had a careless feeling of walking on these halls.

On a different side of things, we're really not supposed to be wandering at this hour. A curfew was set for the safety of students here in Hogwarts, but I've started to get tired in following these rules. I've heard Hogwarts is the safest place you'll ever know, but how do you call a place safe when there are monsters lurking in the darkness? Quite weird. 

"I can hear you."  I heard Death say, which made me look at him questioningly.

"You seem relaxed enough for me to read your thoughts. And I should say, your total disregard on the rules can get you expelled. Don't you fear that?"