Malak Aboul Gheit is no stranger to suffering. To death. But she is neither a stranger to love.
The path of this young Egyptian witch as she joins Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardy in 3rd year seemed uncertain, but she will soon be trapped i...
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"I'm not telling him" Malak Aboul Gheit asseverated. "I'm not telling my dad."
The Egyptian witch was sitting on Charlie Weasley's bed, in the tent he had been assigned to at Hogwarts grounds, not far away from the dragon enclosure. His fellow dragon tamers had been kind enough to leave the place to the couple, given the extraordinary circumstances.
After Dumbledore's office, Malak had gone back to her dorms despite Charlie's insistence. And as predicted by the dragon tamer, the party at Gryffindor's common room was more than what the Egyptian could tolerate. Nobody really questioned her about the type of magic she had used — something Malak was extremely thankful for, but the constant hugs, patting and the obnoxiously loud music had brought the witch to the brink of a panic attack.
The only way out of it had been the invisibility cloak and a trip down to Hogwarts grounds, where she knew she'd find the dragon tamers. Stefan and Dan were extremely nice and like her Gryffindor house mates, they avoided bombing her with a ton of questions and simply left the tent to allow her and Charlie some privacy.
"Oh, yes, you are telling him, bunny, end of the discussion," Charlie retorted. "If he knows that I know and he doesn't, he will not only kill me, but probably dismember me before. And not only me — everybody else that was present at that room."
"I didn't know you feared my father so much, Mr. Dragon Tamer," Malak tried to joke.
"Oh, I do, Malak, no shame in admitting it. A dragon seems like a kitten in comparison — that man is scary."
"No, he isn't" the Egyptian insisted.
Charlie's brow arched in an expression of utter disbelieve, making Malak laugh. It was short lived, but it was definitely genuine. Charlie thought I was the most precious sound in the world.
When her laughter died down, Charlie spoke again. "He has the right to know, Malak. Plus I guess by tomorrow the whole Wizarding World will know... what happened today wasn't precisely ordinary."
"I told the Daily Prophet I hypnotized the dragon" Malak explained, "and there is definitely nothing extraordinary about hypnotization... hopefully they'll believe it. Also, Rita Skeeter seems to despise me, so she would try to disparage me as much as she can, so that should help... And the scores, except for Dumbledore's and Bagman's weren't all that great..."
"Yeah, talk about unfair!" Charlie protested. "Karkaroff gave you and Harry 4s! And then he goes and gives Krum a freaking 10!"
"Maybe he displayed an excellent use of magic," smirked the witch.
"He used the conjunctivitis curse, Mals!" His voices sounded extremely exasperated.
