𝗗𝗶𝗳𝗳𝗲𝗿𝗲𝗻𝘁 𝘄𝗼𝗿𝗹𝗱𝘀 ; Hermione Granger ✔︎

~Chapter 22~

Narrator's perspective

     Camille was always drawing or painting back in New Orleans. When she did, Nobody would ever disrupt her hobby when she does it in a public place. They admire the girl for having the same skill as her father and sister, the three had a tendency to be very mean but gets soft when they touch a graphite to paper.

She remembered the day that she and Hope first met their dad in a small house that was cloaked so Marcel (at the time was deadly to them) wouldn't find them. Klaus spent a day with them, walking in the small woods by the house, teaching them how it means to keep yourself entertained when your siblings annoy you the most, by picking flowers on the grass and turning them into something much more productive. That was one of the days in their childhood where they had nothing to fear, but the hollow came and it ended everything.

It's been too long since she's drew in peace, sitting down on the dirt while having her back peacefully rest on the tree behind her. It's a perfect day for her to relax and don't let her anger take control again. She hasn't seen Hermione or her friends but she is planning on giving a gift from christmas. She was just hoping that the muggle born witch will like the drawing she is now sketching.

Luckily for her, she finished just when the sun is sinking down, revealing the full moon of the month. She picked up her stuff and importanly, the drawing and went her way back. Even if the forest was forbidden, it didn't stop her from finding peace in it. She knew there was something living among the woods but nothing ever showed up to scare her.

The Mikaelson went on her lovely way, minding her business without a worry. Then again, she heard harsh whispers from around the corner making her stop. Out of curiosity, she stayed behind a wall and listened carefully to whoever was out there lurking.

"I mean it, Potter. Stay out of my way!"

"We were just leaving— Harry, Come on."

"Get your wand out of my face!"

She immediately recognised on who's voice was that. She peaked and saw A Blonde, pointing his wand directly on the boy who was wearing round glasses which he didn't looked faze at all. Hermione was in the middle of them, trying to stop an incoming fight.

Camille sighed, knowing that she could've gone a day with no drama but instead she stumbled to this. Her moved was delicate and fast, before they all knew it, she was already behind Draco and took his wand out of his grasp.

"I suggest you leave before you make me do something I regret, Malfoy." She said in an intimidating tone and handed him his wand, giving him the look that screamed 'Go'.

Draco scoffed in anger, looking back at the muggle born and to Harry one last time. "You don't know who you're dealing with." He said directly to Camille who lets out a manic laughter.

"If you know who I am, You would know I wouldn't stoop so low to be afraid of the Malfoys. Now, get lost." She said one last time, watching his eyes fill with rage before his figure was slowly disappearing from their eyes. "I've gone for less than a month then you are already stirring trouble?" Her voice softened and looked at Hermione and Harry who seemed relief to see her.

"It's nothing, Harry bumped into him by accident and Malfoy mistakenly thought it was intentional." The brunette explained, hiding the fact that she is seeing Camille right now. She surely does miss her.

Camille raised her eyebrow, "Is it though?" She asked Harry and he shrugged sighing.

"How do you know much about the Malfoys anyways?" He asked once they were settled and walked the hallways side by side.