With a dark wizard's rise to power, the International Confederation has assigned two aurors from the British Ministry to apprehend Gellert Grindelwald. The responsibility to protect the wizarding world and to stop an outbreak of war lay on their sho...
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"How many more books are you going to make me carry?" he asked, cowering under the stacks of books Ariadne placed in his hands. It had been a few weeks after their presentation and Lacewood had given them one of the highest scores. And to his pleasure, they became fast friends. Ariadne hated when other people were right, but this one she'd let slide. Maybe because for once in her life, she had a friend. Someone naive enough to believe in her.
"You can never have too many," she recited, sweetly smiling at his annoyance. They were in the muggle books section as Ariadne skimmed across different titles. It was a risk to be standing here, but then again it was a risk to be standing next to him. All her actions had consequences that she didn't have to think about until Christmas break. "Have you ever read the muggle myth about Theseus?" she questioned, her eyes landing on a familiar book.
"Can't say I have."
"Why not?"
"I'm not a fan of literature, especially ancient ones," she laughed at his statement.
"You should read this," she grabbed a book, slipping her finger on the desired page and she turned the book to him. Theseus' eyes skimmed over the page and Ariadne's eyes were fixated on his face.
"Hey, you're in it too," he joked, showing the book to her while pointing to a page with a drawing of Ariadne, Princess of Crete. She smiled at him before snapping the book shut.
Ariadne conjured a spell to make the books float, causing Theseus to groan, "I'll get the librarian to stamp these."
"Couldn't you have done that before?"
"You could have too?" Ariadne quipped, raising an eyebrow at him. The girl walked over to the librarian who politely smiled at her. While she waited for her books, Irma Crabbe and Alva Parkinson, two girls from her dorm, approached her. Crabbe had sharp features, eyes like daggers. She was already engaged to Pollux Black, an arranged marriage agreed to by her parents. Parkinson was a lot shorter than both Crabbe and Ariadne. Her dark hair tied neatly up, no trace of imperfections or bumps. Ariadne was convinced they both tolerated her due to her status, especially when she caught their judgemental stares.
"What're you doing with Scamander, Nott?" Crabbe asked. It was fact known that individuals who had pureblooded status should not mingle with those who didn't. An order from their parents, passed down from generation to generation. 'It would do you good to not hang out with blood traitors and mudbloods.' Ariadne could repeat her parents command word for word.
"Is hanging out with him such a crime?" Ariadne sassed, internally hoping they didn't see her in the muggle books section. That would cause even more repercussions. They hadn't commented on it so that was a relief. "I mean he's pureblooded after all."
