𝕠𝕧𝕖𝕣𝕣𝕒𝕥𝕖𝕕 | ℙ𝕒𝕣𝕥 𝟚 𝕠𝕗 ' 𝕙𝕠𝕨 𝕔𝕝𝕚𝕔𝕙𝕖 ' HIATUS

lxvii

" I see you came,"

Eurielle looked around and then pointed to herself, " Really?" she asked in a sugared voice, " I didn't notice."

She dropped her books onto the table and took a seat across from him, " You're really determined about this aren't you?" she sighed.

Nott glanced up at her before nodding, " Is that so bad?"

She shook her head, " Not at all, it doesn't affect me in any sort of way so why should I care?" she said with a shrug before taking out her books and parchment, " What shall we study Nott? Astrology? Potions?"

He frowned in her direction, " Bloody hell you're annoying," he said.

Eurielle merely grinned at him, " It's genetic I'm afraid, how about we discuss a classmate of ours, like Malfoy for instance,"

Theodore's eyes widened slightly but he quickly disguised his alarmed face, " Y'know I just remembered I have to go do something-," Just as he stood an unknown force pushed him back down into his seat.

Eurielle sent him a confused frown, " Oh really, I'm sure you can spare a few moments, yeah?"

The two teens stared each other down for a moment and Eurielle knew that he wouldn't say anything. Not that she blamed him, he was on the opposite side after all, but she knew that he wasn't a bad person, unlike a select few in his house.

" Let me tell you something, Nott, I say this only because I find your company so very amusing, don't cross us. Don't think we're clueless as to where this is all going, and I imagine in about a year or so a few of your friends are gonna have matching tattoos,"

Nott's face was stony and unyielding as he neither confirmed nor denied what she said, " See you later," she hummed before standing and strolling out of the library.

-

"Wow," said Ron, when Harry had finally finished telling them everything; Ron was waving his wand very vaguely in the direction of the ceiling without paying the slightest bit of attention to what he was doing. "Wow. You're actually going to go with Dumbledore. . . and try and destroy . . . wow."

"Ron, you're making it snow," said Hermione patiently, grabbing his wrist and redirecting his wand away from the ceiling from which, sure enough, large white flakes had started to fall.

Eurielle scowled as she shook her hair, " Looks like we all have horrible dandruff, " she sighed, her eyes landing on Lavendar Brown from across the room who glared at Hermione, and Hermione immediately let go of Ron's arm.

" Yeah. . . sorry," He brushed some of the fake snow off Hermione's shoulder. Lavender burst into tears. Ron looked immensely guilty and turned his back on her.

Eurielle let out a loud snort and quickly buried her head into her elbow. Hermione sent her a frown while Ron muttered to them under his breath, "We split up."

"Last night. When she saw me coming out of the dormitory with Hermione. Obviously, she couldn't see you, so she thought it had just been the two of us."

"Ah," said Harry. "Well — you don't mind it's over, do you?"

"No," Ron admitted. "It was pretty bad while she was yelling, but at least I didn't have to finish it."

"Coward," said Hermione, though she looked amused. "Well, it was a bad night for romance all around. Ginny and Dean split up too, Harry."

Eurielle perked up and eyed him curiously before smirking and sharing a knowing look with Hermione.

The teen lowered his head before muttering, " Oh, what happened?" he asked.

Hermione hummed, "Oh, something really silly . . . She said he was always trying to help her through the portrait hole, like she couldn't climb in herself . . . but they've been a bit rocky for ages."