I look at the clock and it shows seven. I quickly get up and take the book with me to where Madame Price is sitting.
"Hello dear," she smiles. "What have you got today?" I put the book on the counter, being as quiet as I can.
"Just this one please."
"Wow," she whispers "I haven't seen this in ages!"
"Really?"
"Of course; no one is using these old books anymore now that newer, simpler remedies have been discovered. Let me just check when this was last borrowed." She goes to the very front of the page and taps her wand on it revealing many names, dates and times.
"1899!"
She takes a quill, writes my name in the book and taps her wand on it again. The writing disappears and she hands it to me.
"When is the return date?"
"Whenever you want," she smiles.
"What does that mean?"
"It means that I'm letting you keep the book but you can return it if you want. I don't think it's going to be missed."
"Really? Thank you!"
"You're welcome," I walk back to the medical room to see Ron and a worried Madame Pomfrey.
"What's wrong?"
"Professor Snape has fallen down the stairs," Madame Pomfrey says.
"Really? How?"
"He tripped, I think- Of course he's alright now but there's still some swelling." She rushes away muttering things to herself.
"What now then?" Ron asks.
"Dunno."
I walk to the cabinet in which I put our wands in and take them out.
"Let's just go." So we walk out of the medical room into the hallway and talk all the way to Gryffindor tower exchanging theories about what might have happened to Snape until we meet a very cheerful looking Peeves and I get worried instantly.
"What happened to Snape?" I ask. He bursts out laughing instantly. I cross my arms and purse my lips.
Peeves calms down a bit before taking a deep breathe and saying "Well-" (wheeze) "I made clangy noises with the armour and he walked away from you and into the direction I was making them. When I was about to fly away, I took the armour head with me and..." Cackling again.
"And?" Ron questions.
"I-I accidentally," (bit of a grin behind the way he says accidentally). "I accidentally dropped it on his head and he um- got a bit dizzy and fell down the stairs causing him to er- fall in his..."
"Oh no." Ron says.
"...On his." Peeves finishes and points to his behind.
"Peeves!" I chide.
"What?!"
"I told you to distract him!"
"I was distracting him- it just went a bit wrong!"
"Ugh! You just have to be glad that he is alright! Goodnight!"
I stomp away from him with Ron and get inside of the warm common room.
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The next morning I feel the tension crackling like electricity in the air- it takes me a moment to realize why.
I get up (reluctantly) and wash up to put on my Quidditch robes.
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Ne Lâche Pas || A Draco Malfoy Fan-Fiction
Fanfic(French) Ne lâche pas - Don't let go Don't worry- the title is French but the story isn't! ♡ You, Evangeline Moores, are a Gryffindor who is now a third-year in the Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. Being friends with Harry Potter really d...
