The Forbidden Four: Year One

Chapter Ten - Over-thinking

Chapter Ten - Over Thinking

Over the next few weeks, Castor had over-thought so much, he thought his brain just might explode. He counted up to about twelve headaches and two migraines, proving to the boy what a pain in the arse his brain was.

What was he over-thinking about?

The trap door that abomination of nature was standing on, of course.

It seemed that the oh-so-perfect golden trio hadn't noticed a thing, only focusing on the gaping maw of the thing and it's razor sharp, saliva-dripping teeth. Castor couldn't exactly blame them for that, seeing as how he had almost pissed his pants, but he sure as hell could try.

Focusing on his hatred for the three -- four if you count the annoying coward of a Longbottom boy -- was the only thing that truly distracted him from his raging thoughts.

. . . for about five minutes.

Castor felt like Narcissa, she always got in cranky moods once a month and he didn't really know why, but he was positive he was going through what she was. An emotional rollercoaster, is what Lucius called her during those times, and Castor hated the thought of being an emotional rollercoaster.

Everyday it neared closer to Halloween, a holiday that Castor loathed with everything in him. Honestly, Castor loathed all holidays. He hated how cheerful everybody would get, how they would practically dance around and as soon as anyone caught a glance of little Grinch, Castor Domain, they ran up to him and tried to make his heart go three sizes, as if it would actually work. Castor only had enough room for one thing in his heart, himself. Maybe that's why he hated Holidays so much, he never really got to experience them for himself. He just sat back and watched as people squealed with joy and acted like a family. Something Castor used to be slightly envious of, but he had long since let that thought go.

But there was one thing good about Halloween this year, everybody would be in the Great Hall. All the teachers, students, even Filch would be there.

Nobody would notice one student missing out of hundreds.

Castor was curious -- okay, he was practically pulling his hair out at how curious he was. He found it odd how, days after Gringotts is broken into, only for the thing that somebody was trying to find, not to be there, and then Dumbledore announces that the Third-floor corridor is off limits? And there was a three-headed spawn of satan standing on top of something, a trapdoor. Why would Dumbledore risk the lives of all of his students by putting a man-eating beast in Hogwarts if he didn't have something to protect?

The problem was, Castor didn't even know where to start. Nobody knew what was in that bank, only that it must of had great value for someone to break into one of the most secure places in the Wizarding World.

Castor put his head in his hands and sighed, massaging away the migraine beginning to form and squeezing his eyes shut. It was like his head was filled with strands of string, like an investigation board except nothing was adding up. He had nowhere to put the string, there was no board, only empty space where it should have been.

With a irritated groan, Castor pushed himself up from his position on his bed and got ready for class.

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After class, Castor sat in his dorm reading up on the Gringotts break in when Draco came in, looking positively psychotic as he threw his transfiguration book down onto his bed and then collapsed.

Castor said nothing, barely sparing him a glance, just turning the newspaper over again and again.

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