𝐄𝐔𝐃𝐀𝐈𝐌𝐎𝐍𝐈𝐀 | Happiness, but better translated as "human flourishing"; to flourish by realizing one's ideal end or goal, by achieving the purpose of human life with excellence or virtue.
In Ancient Greek theater, a Greek tragedy is a play w...
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▬▬▬▬▬ CHAPTER FOUR ▬▬▬▬▬
"IS IT TRUE THAT DIGGORY'S going to try and join the Triwizard Tournament?" Justin asked her in the middle of breakfast the next morning. His mouth was full of eggs benedict, but after living with sloppy boys in the Hermes cabin for years on end, she grew used to it enough to translate what he was saying.
"That's what he's planning, yes," Esmerelda answered, slicing her skillet eggs and hash with terrifying precision.
"I hope he wins," Ernie commented, stealing a glance back at the Slytherin table. "I heard some Slytherins talking about how Marcus Flint was planning the same thing too. Imagine the inflated egos that House would get if he gets picked."
"Their egos are already inflated as is," Susan snorted.
"I also heard that the Weasley twins are going to make some sort of aging potion so they'd be able to pass as seventeen," Hannah chimed in. "Do you think it would work?"
"Nope," Esmerelda giggled. "I doubt it. An aging potion seems like an obvious solution so I'm pretty sure Dumbledore and the other ministry officials thought of something to block that.
"I wish I was seventeen," Megan grumbled. "A thousand galleons... imagine that..."
While her housemates were fantasizing about becoming rich, Esmerelda was too busy surveying her fourth year schedule to notice. She had double divination in the afternoon. While the lesson wasn't very useful and her teacher reminded her more of a hippie undergoing a never-ending high, the class was a good relaxation period for her. Plus, it was an easy A (or O) in this case since all she had to do was predict a bunch of tragic things happening to her.
But that wasn't what caught her eye. It was what was written at the top of her schedule.
Her first class was potions, which was just a great way to start her day.
(Not)
The last time she had seen Snape was back at the end of her third year where she pretty much semi-warned and semi-threatened him of his future demise. She wondered if he would take her warning to heart and actually try and be a decent person, though a good 99% of her doubted it. Snape was a nasty person and had been for years—it'd take a lot more than some warning/threat to make him drastically change.
He probably didn't even believe her anyways.
Her doubts were confirmed the second she entered the classroom and was immediately given a death stare from the aforementioned professor.
She met his glare blankly before moving over to find a seat with some of her friends.
"Wands away," Snape began curtly. "Today we will be brewing the Wit-Sharpening Potion. Pay attention because Merlin knows you all need it. Who here knows what a Wit-Sharpening Potion is?"
