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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The cool summer breeze of that early Friday morning blew softly, carrying with it the fresh aroma of dew and wet grass into the Weasley residence. Malak stirred in her bed, curling up and pulling the bedsheets and blankets towards her, trying to shield her arms from the chilly wind.
In her slumberous state however, the Egyptian witch realized that despite the cold atmosphere in the room, behind her there was a source of cozy warmth, and she didn't think twice before snuggling her back closer to it. Nevertheless, her efforts to regain comfort and continue sleeping proved to be in vain — coldness had seeped through her, making it impossible to go back to sleep.
As she slowly regained conscience, Malak felt uneasy. Something was not right.
She was being watched.
Her green eyes remained closed, but now fully awake, Malak knew that the second she opened them, she was going to be met with another person staring at her. Who it was remained a mystery, but she was going to find out immediately.
And whoever was watching her was going to regret it.
As Malak's eyes flicked open, her hand did so as well, forcefully pushing backwards the uninvited observer.
Observers in this case.
Fred and George were propelled back at such a speed that their backs would have crushed and broke in painful ways if the Egyptian wouldn't have been so quick in transforming the hard bricks into a soft foam.
"Dear Godric what is wrong with both of you!?!?!?" she exclaimed, her tone hinting bits of exasperation, plain anger and just a hint of fear. "You almost gave me a heart attack!!!"
"You almost killed us!" they spoke in perfect sync.
"Only because the two of you were watching me in my sleep like total creeps!! What the heck guys! Who does that!?" she panted, now almost in despair.
"Well, we were wor—" they started simultaneously once again, but they were silenced. And it wasn't Malak's doing, which surprised her.
Just then, the twins flew out of the room and the door locked loudly as soon as they were out of sight.
"Back to sleep, bunny, pleaaaase" a sleep-deprived dragon tamer spoke from the bed next to her, in what had to be the cutest groggy voice Malak had ever heard.
And all of a sudden, it all came back to her. The previous night, when she and Charlie had come back from their date at a very indecent time, Malak had been afraid to go back into the room she shared with Ginny and Hermione, for she feared to wake the girls up and trigger a fully fledged interrogation.
Charlie had gallantly offered her his own room, stating that he would sleep on the couch downstairs. The girl had of course refused, but the stubbornness of a dragon tamer is not easily defeated, thus resulting on the current situation. Predicament more like it.
