Chapter 16.2- Doom Days

I looked at the necklace again before snapping the jewelry box closed and slipping it into the pocket of my robes. Matilda wanted to be asked in front of her friends in a way that reminded her of her mother’s tales about how her father had first asked her to Hogsmeade. Hilgerth privately thought the expectation was stupid and unrealistic but had wholeheartedly agreed with the idea because she knew that one of the boys who were planning on asking her out- Connerty- would quiver at the thought of asking in public, and Hilgerth herself had a massive crush on Connerty right from their first year.

It was a standard love triangle. It was only when I’d begun stalking the Ravenclaw witches and making my plan that I’d realised just how many things the average group of female friends kept from each other. It wasn’t even limited to only one sort of secret. Everything from boy drama to special revision sheets for the Charms NEWTs were hidden even as they smiled to each other’s faces and pretended things were alright.

I shook my head, removing the thought from my mind as spending time wondering about the behaviour of teenage girls would be a waste of time and lead to nothing but a massive headache. I smoothly slid from behind the portrait of Aquila the Eagle-Eyed and made a sharp left, looking like a man on a mission. So singleminded and focused on my goal, I never even noticed my failure to use my standard array of cloaking spells until I noticed the eyes begin to follow me. I ignored it with a raised neck and moved forwards and onwards.

There was nothing that could be done about it now, so what did it matter. I never even noticed that one pair of eyes followed my movements with an intensity that was unmatched by everyone else. I walked, not paying attention to the footsteps that followed mine until I rounded off to a deserted corridor and suddenly felt soft hands grab my shoulder and push me into the classroom.

X- FLUER DELACOUR

Finally, she thought with a smile. If not for rules preventing Champions from spending extensive periods away from the host school, she would have begun to doubt that he even slept in Hogwarts at all. The boy-who-lived was one difficult to wizard to seek out, and she could see him now. Of course, nothing went her way, because she could recognise that look on his face. She was Veela, of course. Love and sex were their domains and a man in the throes of an infatuation stuck out like a redhead in the South of France.

The determination in his gait also alarmed her. A man on a mission in the throes of an infatuation meant only a single thing. He had found someone to ask to the ball, and that person wasn’t her. If it was her, he would have spared her a second look as he walked past her. Without even thinking about the effects, she broke away from her friends and began to follow him. Sophie turned to ask questions but she just shushed her and continued on her way. She would have to pay for that later, but she cared little for that right now.