MORALITY ⟶ Angelina Johnson [1]

Chapter Twenty-Six

[Chapter Twenty-Six]

People that Saros had never exchanged words with were coming up to him and patting him on the back, girls were hugging him, boys were shaking his hands, and Saros was at a complete loss as to how to react. Never had he had been the centre of attention unless it was under the affectionate nature of his parents. It was almost surreal to him as if he had just been born that very day and everyone was taking notice of him. He was like a hero of Hogwarts all of a sudden, many of them offering their congratulations and telling him that they were so glad that he had been chosen to represent the school, even if Potter was chosen as well. It all seemed nice, it seemed like a dream come true.

But Saros found that he didn't like it.

He didn't like all the sudden attention that people were giving him because it didn't really feel genuine. When people approached him, whether it was members of Slytherin or one of the other three houses, the first thing they did was look down in the direction of his prosthetic leg. Some of them were even bold enough to ask to see it up close. Others wanted to hear the story, but Saros wouldn't tell them, it was none of their business. He had told Angelina because out of all the people inside the school besides his brother, she was the only person he trusted. The rest of them were just looking for the next big excitement to live off of until the Second Task.

However, Narcissa had raised Saros to be a gentleman, so he remained respectful towards those that approached him, whether it was in the corridors after the task or even in the Common Room when he returned for the Slytherin celebration. Greeted with what seemed like endless cheering, Saros travelled through the crowd of Slytherin student, all wanting to have their time with him. So many questions were thrown in his direction that it would be impossible for him to answer all of them.

There seemed to be an endless supply of Butterbeer available, along with plenty of sweets, all offered to him as he walked through. He carried the golden egg under his arm and of course, everyone wanted to touch it or get a chance to hold it. But Saros didn't want anything happening to it, so he kept it in his sights and close. Their time was limited with it before he took the egg back. If he was being perfectly honest, he didn't want to be bothered with the celebration, he was downright exhausted from the task and all he really wanted to do was sleep.

But Draco had set up the entire celebration and Saros couldn't let it all go to waste, so he simply humoured the crowds with his presence as he settled on one of the sofas in the Common Room. He shared a few butterbeers with classmates of his that he hadn't spoken to in over five years really, telling them about the dragon he had faced. All in all, Saros actually felt bad for the dragon mother that he had to face, he felt bad for all of them really. Their aggressive behaviour had been fully justified with threats heading towards their nests.

And he had learned that the other eggs within the nest beside the golden one, had all been real eggs. It was the only way they could have gotten the dragons to act protective over them, but when Saros heard that Viktor had lost points due to having some of his dragon's eggs become crushed, the guilt really set in for him. Thankfully, the damage he had sustained to his dragon's teeth, while wasn't pleasant by any means, it wasn't as bad. Dragons went through series of teeth, very similar to sharks, so her teeth would grow back. But it wasn't like anyone could do anything about the destroyed eggs.