"I was a fool to think I could ever stay away from you as a kid. Just a taste of temptation and you'll have its sweetness on your lips forever."
Draco Malfoy and Estelle Vaile were allowed to care about each other once. How long can you ignore the...
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❝I bet it was canceled
because the whomping willow
decided to fight the giant squid.❞
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Chapter 23
Frozen Friends
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As a group, we had decided that as long as there weren't any other attacks that we wouldn't go to Hagrid. Besides, with the jokes about Harry's valentine and the mandrakes nearly fully matured thanks to the Herbology Club, the air around Hogwarts was at ease. My time was rarely spent thinking about the earlier, horrifying months of the year and instead were consumed with tutoring sessions with Jareth, attempting to keep the rambunctious partying teenage Mandrakes under control with the rest of the Herbology Club, and mastering the druid moonlight spell.
Three full moons had passed, and all traces of winter were gone from the grounds when I finally brought it up to Jareth, Liza, and Lance who decided to join Hermione and I preparing for final exams in the library one day. I explained the failure to produce the light, with Hermione interjecting occasionally to bring up the negative effects it was having on my body like the heavy nose bleeds and splitting headaches, to the three Ravenclaws who were consumed with their curiosity.
Lance, who knew the library better than even Hermione, quickly left and buzzed around the isle pulling tombs from the shelves seemingly at random. With a loud thud, he dropped seven books onto the table about Druids and we all grabbed one. A few hours must have passed in silent research before Hermione quietly gasped.
"What? You find something?" Liza deadpanned not moving her finger from the line she was reading.
"I don't know. Possibly. It says here, 'A druid's glainnaider serves many purposes but one such purpose is the assistance of dulling and smothering magical power while young, training druids are still unable to fully control their gifts consciously," Hermione recited in a clear voice.
"I know," I frowned, bringing my hand to the pendant swinging around my neck against the red peasant blouse with the gold stars from Margret. I tiled my head unsure of the point she was trying to make, "Dumbledore gave me it to stop the dreams. I haven't taken it off since."
"So you're thinking," Jareth joined in, "It'll work if she takes it off?"
"Maybe," Hermione shrugged, "It wouldn't hurt to try. The full moon is only three nights away."
"It might hurt to try," Liza drawled slamming her boot onto the table lazily eyeing the area to make sure Pince didn't catch her and crossed her arms with a large, pleased smirk, "We should do it anyway."
