‹ Prequel: The Dark Witch
The Return of the Dark Witch
The Scene by the Stairs
P.O.V – Draco Malfoy
First period was a wash. A free period, and an added benefit to being a sixth year. I wouldn’t have to actually show up at a class until Defense Against the Dark Arts. That gave me more than enough time to get to the Room of Requirement to work on the vanishing cabinet. There was only one problem, I thought to myself, frustrated, biting my lip, as I edged further under a staircase, not far from the Great Hall.
Pansy was looking for me, of course. She figured we could make up for last night, today, or right now, to be specific.
I could still see her, even from the shadows, wandering around among all the younger students heading to their classes, looking for me. She’d even tapped a few on the shoulder a couple of times, in desperation.
I groaned, slightly myself down the wall, as I ran my hand through my hair.
Would she ever leave?
I banged my head backwards against the wall. Before taking a peek back out into the main hall, she was still there, figures. Though, she does look like she’s losing hope. Her head’s hanging a little lower.
As I see it, I have two choices, sit here and waste my valuable time until my first class, or, I can make a break for it and pray she doesn’t see me.
I rubbed my temples, frowning.
Neither sounded particularly appealing.
Sighing, I turned back to look out at the main hall, running for it really was my best option. I thought, begrudgingly, watching Pansy slump to the ground, near the Great Hall’s doors.
A flash of long black hair catching the corner of my eye. Causing me to turn my head quickly, to see Becky running at top speed through the hall.
She looked like a wreck. Even from here. Everything about her was clearly disheveled.
I frowned, worriedly. Perhaps it was just the running, but still…
Oh snap out of it, Draco! I gave myself a hard mental slap, rolling my eyes at myself. What did I care about what happened to that cow anyway?
Against my will, I turned back to the unfolding seen. Watching as Pansy made a point to bolt up from her former slumped position, moving herself directly into Bec…Sinclair’s way. Her hands placed firmly on her hips.
I couldn’t help but smile. This was perfect. Sinclair could, unknowingly, distract Pansy, while I made my way to the Room of Requirement. It was almost as if we had planned it.
Still grinning, I took a step out of the shadows. My eyes not leaving Pansy and Sinclair, who seemed to really be getting into it. Pansy could be a bit vicious when she wanted to be, but Sinclair could more than hold her own…
My smile vanished, as I turned away from the pair, towards the stairs. Why the bloody hell was I so concerned about Sinclair’s welfare?
I shook my head at myself. Honestly, I have more important, worthy, things to think about than the likes of her.
“You’re just a filthy mudblood! Who cares what you think!” I heard Pansy screech from behind me. I froze, an odd shiver running through me, before I continued swiftly up the stairs. Practically pushing students aside in my desperation to get away from the pair.
“Oh, you have no idea!” I heard Sinclair shriek back, “You have no idea who you’re talking to! Now get out of my way!” The last part came out with a hiss, such an oddly familiar sound. My heart clenched, as my thoughts briefly drifted to the Dark Lord.
“No!” I heard Pansy yell defiantly.
The next words I heard causing me to freeze in my tracks.
“Fight! Fight!” Roared the students behind me, my blood ran cold.
Becky. She didn’t know how to do magic, let alone duel…
Oh what did I care anyway? I took another step up the stairs, a determined expression on my face. The chant behind me continuing, I inhaled deeply, cursing under my breath, as I turned around. To see a large gathering of students surrounding both Sinclair and Pansy, the latter one’s wand drawn.
Becky merely stood there. Open, defenseless, my chest tightened and I frowned, eying the scene. The one I didn’t care about.
First period was a wash. A free period, and an added benefit to being a sixth year. I wouldn’t have to actually show up at a class until Defense Against the Dark Arts. That gave me more than enough time to get to the Room of Requirement to work on the vanishing cabinet. There was only one problem, I thought to myself, frustrated, biting my lip, as I edged further under a staircase, not far from the Great Hall.
Pansy was looking for me, of course. She figured we could make up for last night, today, or right now, to be specific.
I could still see her, even from the shadows, wandering around among all the younger students heading to their classes, looking for me. She’d even tapped a few on the shoulder a couple of times, in desperation.
I groaned, slightly myself down the wall, as I ran my hand through my hair.
Would she ever leave?
I banged my head backwards against the wall. Before taking a peek back out into the main hall, she was still there, figures. Though, she does look like she’s losing hope. Her head’s hanging a little lower.
As I see it, I have two choices, sit here and waste my valuable time until my first class, or, I can make a break for it and pray she doesn’t see me.
I rubbed my temples, frowning.
Neither sounded particularly appealing.
Sighing, I turned back to look out at the main hall, running for it really was my best option. I thought, begrudgingly, watching Pansy slump to the ground, near the Great Hall’s doors.
A flash of long black hair catching the corner of my eye. Causing me to turn my head quickly, to see Becky running at top speed through the hall.
She looked like a wreck. Even from here. Everything about her was clearly disheveled.
I frowned, worriedly. Perhaps it was just the running, but still…
Oh snap out of it, Draco! I gave myself a hard mental slap, rolling my eyes at myself. What did I care about what happened to that cow anyway?
Against my will, I turned back to the unfolding seen. Watching as Pansy made a point to bolt up from her former slumped position, moving herself directly into Bec…Sinclair’s way. Her hands placed firmly on her hips.
I couldn’t help but smile. This was perfect. Sinclair could, unknowingly, distract Pansy, while I made my way to the Room of Requirement. It was almost as if we had planned it.
Still grinning, I took a step out of the shadows. My eyes not leaving Pansy and Sinclair, who seemed to really be getting into it. Pansy could be a bit vicious when she wanted to be, but Sinclair could more than hold her own…
My smile vanished, as I turned away from the pair, towards the stairs. Why the bloody hell was I so concerned about Sinclair’s welfare?
I shook my head at myself. Honestly, I have more important, worthy, things to think about than the likes of her.
“You’re just a filthy mudblood! Who cares what you think!” I heard Pansy screech from behind me. I froze, an odd shiver running through me, before I continued swiftly up the stairs. Practically pushing students aside in my desperation to get away from the pair.
“Oh, you have no idea!” I heard Sinclair shriek back, “You have no idea who you’re talking to! Now get out of my way!” The last part came out with a hiss, such an oddly familiar sound. My heart clenched, as my thoughts briefly drifted to the Dark Lord.
“No!” I heard Pansy yell defiantly.
The next words I heard causing me to freeze in my tracks.
“Fight! Fight!” Roared the students behind me, my blood ran cold.
Becky. She didn’t know how to do magic, let alone duel…
Oh what did I care anyway? I took another step up the stairs, a determined expression on my face. The chant behind me continuing, I inhaled deeply, cursing under my breath, as I turned around. To see a large gathering of students surrounding both Sinclair and Pansy, the latter one’s wand drawn.
Becky merely stood there. Open, defenseless, my chest tightened and I frowned, eying the scene. The one I didn’t care about.