Harriet and Draco were racing through the halls because they were late for class. They had been caught up in argument about Quidditch strategies. Draco was of the opinion that the 'Parkins Pincer' was superior to the 'Thimberling Shuffle'. It was not.
Professor McGonagall lectured them and gave them a detention. Harriet didn't bother arguing. They had already been late three other times that week. It was well deserved.
"A detention? Wait until my father hears about this!" Draco muttered to Harriet as they made their way to their seats.
"He'll tell you it's your own fault. " Harriet sighed, slumping into her chair.
Harriet spent the rest of the lesson pointedly ignoring anyone trying to talk to her, paying one-hundred percent attention and trying to make up for her tardiness by turning an animal into a water goblet with no incidents. Unlike Weasely, who had a half transformed rat goblet that was squeaqing in protest, she actually managed. Only after Professor McGonagall had given her a nod and a sort of compliment during her inspection of the students work, did Harriet allow herself to relax and speak to her friends very quietly.
Draco still wasn't happy about the entire 'detention' situation. Pansy was busy giving a lecture, which Harriet tuned out eventually. She didn't need to feel even worse than she already did.
The three of the left the classroom in silence, not really happy with each other at the moment. Harriet was doing her best to hold back from making some scathing remarks. If Pansy and Draco continued arguing, however, her resolve would wear thin very, very quickly.
Crabbe came up to them.
"I wanted to thank you for not leaving me hanging from a chandelier in a room full of pixies yesterday. That was nice of you," he said.
After what had happened last year? Was he really that suprised?
Before Harriet could do something stupid, Pansy put on a bright smile and said, "No problem, we're friends right?"
"Yeah, we'd have felt guilty if we'd just left you there," Draco added catching on to the look Pansy threw at them. After an elbow in the ribs, so did Harriet.
"No problem. Your house is your family. " Harriet said reciting the lines slytherin prefect Higgs had told her a year prior. She'd heard the phrase so often it sounded like a broken record. Was it really necessary for the older students to repeat it like some sort of cult code?
At lunch , Harriet and Draco both received an owl with their respective detentions written on the piece of paper they were carrying. They both took one look and groaned. This sucked!
"Filch'll have me there all night," said Draco heavily. "No magic! There must be about a hundred trophies in that room. I'm no good at Muggle cleaning."
Pansy burst out laughing. "Serves you right!"
"I'd swap anytime," said Harriet hollowly. "I've had loads of practice cleaning stuff. Answering Lockhart's fan mail ... He'll be a nightmare ..."
"Answering fan mail?" Pansy grabbed the note. "Can this guy get any worse?"
"I don't think we want that answered," muttered Harriet, a sinking feeling settling in her stomach. Something told her there was a lot more to the Lockhart situation than originally thought. Did she really want to know what it was though?
'Yes,' a small voice in the back of her head whispered traitorously, 'you want to know everything. You want to know why you have a bad feeling about Gilderoy Lockhart. Especially since there seems to be no reason for it.'
Harriet slammed her goblet onto the great hall table. "Dammit." she hissed.
Pansy sent her a questioning glance. Harriet just shook her head in reply. This wasn't something she needed to discuss.
Friday afternoon seemed to melt away like ice in summer, and in what seemed like no time, it was time for their detention sessions, and Harriet was dragging her feet along the second-floor corridor to Lockhart's office. She had never thought she would have preffered to spend time with the grumpy school caretaker, but here she was. Fuelled by curiosity and the hopes to find something to confirm any suspicions, she gritted her teeth and knocked.
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Short chapter compared to the last one, I know.
Hope everyone is doing well despite the still there situation.
Comment or leave a star. Thanks to all my readers,
XOXO, Drachma
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