She was right. The mont the next day arrived, it was announced, and when I looked, my na was already signed up for it. So they do it without asking ? That is it? How blatantly oblivious you can get, I don't believe this...
"What is it, Anguine?" Draco asked sarcastically, watching read the announcent stapled on the notice board in our common room. "Should I tell Father you want to step back? Take your na off? It isn't late yet! Nobody would think that... You are a coward!"
"No, it's all good!" I smiled, "I would have been disappointed if I had not signed up, seemingly before anybody else! Look, my na is even before yours! How great I am!"
"Yet you look anxious~! Don't be afraid, nobody will die!" He chuckled, smirking, and he was half-right.
I was anxious. Since waking up, the sky was dark; it was still as if it was deep into the night because a storm was brewing, and-
CRACK!
"...!" It was the unmistakable sound of a lightning strike. I saw Quincy flinch, standing not that far from us, looking at knowingly. We had to rush to our potions right now!"
"Where to?" Draco asked, stepping in front of and blocking my way. "Afraid of the rain? Need the hug of your girlie?"
"What if I am?" I tilted my head, my voice turning flat and cold. "You are right, I am afraid. Now... can this chicken please go, Lord Malfoy?"
"No." He answered at one, placing his hand on my chest. "You are not going anywhere. Whatever you want to do, I won't let you do it! Don't try to play with ... Traitor."
"...?" I silently raised one of my eyebrows. What did he an by that? Was it his subconsciousness? Or was it sothing else? Maybe both? Glancing at Quincy, she was even more nervous as it genuinely turned out to be a storm... and a big one at that. "Go. I will deal with this." I said, looking at Quincy, but before she could say anything or Draco had a chance to turn towards her, I grabbed his robe and simply headbutted him.
I never did sothing like this before... Fighting like muggles. Being so... raw and uncivilized... but my anger was rising, and I felt my blood boiling. I wanted to strangle him... and I did try it, my fingers wrapping around his neck like a snake. It felt... good. Natural. I felt a smile creeping up to my face before I snapped out of it and let go. No... I was pulled off of him by Professor Slughorn, who appeared from nowhere, followed by Lucius and then many others. Looking around, I didn't see Quincy anymore... good. At least if I can't finish the animagus ritual, she can. Nobody will disturb her while they are dealing with our problem...
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When I was released, not only was the storm finished, but the whole day was at its end. My punishnt was surprisingly light, considering what I was doing. I was to, for the upcoming week, report every afternoon to Professor Lockhart and help him with... whatever he ca up with. Lucius, of course, wanted a stricter deal because Draco was 'scarred,' heh! A bit of torture is what he desired before being expelled... but that was quickly shot down. Well, I could tell he was right and Draco was scarred... he was afraid, probably because of seeing my face while I tried choking him out. Right now, coming back to the common room, nobody was there, which wasn't surprising as it was already past midnight. My punishnt started imdiately, and my hands were hurting, faking so many signatures of the Professor!
"An owl?" I stopped walking, noticing the small barn owl sitting on one of the tables, staring at constantly. "Who let you in, little one?"
"I let myself in."
To say I was surprised was an understatent. Seeing it jump and transform back to Quincy before , beaming, her mouth going from ear to ear, made kick out my leg, landing on my butt.
"Surprise!" She chuckled, helping up and hugging .
"It works! Great!" I laughed, patting her back, "And an owl? Well... you can fly; that is cool as hell!"
"It is! I was afraid at first... but... now I get why you like flying on brooms! It was... wonderful! I... I can't believe sothing can feel this good!" She explained it with great enthusiasm.
"I am surprised!"
" too! I thought I would turn into a snake... At first, it was weird, but... I am not complaining!"
"I am happy for you! I will do my own... well, probably in the sumr... I am not in the mood to start over!"
"I understand..." She nodded, letting go, holding my hand, and drawing closer to the fireplace, sitting down. "Conrad..."
"I went a bit overboard... I know."
"I wouldn't care if you strangled that idiot!" She raised a hand, interrupting , "But yes, it is a problem... and I looked up what may be causing it!"
"Huh?" I leaned back, taking her words in surprise and tilting my head. "What do you an? Am I under so kind of spell? Or magical influence?"
"You could say that! You are being influenced by the basilisk blood in you!"
"The blood... Mmh... Please explain it." I whispered, looking into her eyes and listening to her closely.
"They are the king of serpents, and I read up on their temperant... they are like a mad king!"
"That... does not bode well."
"They are dominating towards other snakes; they either draw them in and make subordinates out of them or eat them. No in-between. Next to this, they are possessive creatures, not known to share."
"Oh... um... well... I wouldn't want to share either..." I mumbled, feeling a bit shy but also happy seeing her face turn a bit redder.
"Don't joke now... this is serious!" After clearing her throat, she continued, "The worst part is that when they get angry, they strike to kill! As kings of their species, they don't take kindly to being challenged, not even by another basilisk! They will move in to eliminate the threat by venom, by their gaze, or by crushing it! Absolutely no rcy!"
"So... you are trying to say my rageful outbursts are because of the basilisk's blood? Not that I had so many problems with my anger." I murmured, but then I rembered that, yes, I did have so problems feeling angry more than once. One ti, it caused so much pain I fainted.
"We, I an YOU, have to be alert! I do think the blood can influence you! This can cloud your judgnt, Conrad; it can be extrely dangerous!"
"You are right..." I whispered, "I will try to keep it in mind and not let myself be overco by it... I am a human first and foremost, not a snake!"
"Yes~!" She smiled happily, seeing that I do take her seriously. "By the way... I spied on Draco a little... he was totally out of it! You had a strong grip; I could see the marks on his neck!"
"Really?" I chuckled happily, "Good, let him be reminded that his tattoo is not sothing I care about!"
"We should care about it, but... yeah, I get what you an. The bigger problem is his father..."
"I don't care about him either!"
"I do!" Quincy shrugged, "In my owl form, I went to the owlery and saw him send a letter to my grandmother!"
"He did...?" I sank back in the chair before the fire, furrowing my brows.
"I saw the address; it was ours. I don't know what he wrote or what my grandmother will think about it, but he made his move."
"I will write one ho too!" I stood up, going for parchnt, quill, and ink, "Unlike last year, I will need Father's support this ti. Let the adults take care of their side of the problem; we will deal with our end. I will demolish Draco and win the tournant to rub it under Lucius's nose! Plus..."
"Mhm?" She walked beside , looking at the parchnt while I wrote my letter.
"If I show more considerable talent than our famous Mr. Draco Malfoy, your grandmother will be harder to sway to their side!"
"That is true... I just hope it works!"
"Worst things worst, we will elope!"
"We will?" She flinched, looking at weirdly.
"Why not? It does sound romantic, doesn't it?" I grinned widely, "A young pair hiding from the world because they love each other so much! Isn't it how most of the love stories start?"
"Hah...! Sure, like I read many stories like that!" Quincy scoffed, crossing her arms, looking away with a pout, but her tomato-red face and unmistakable smile showed I nailed it. It was exactly what she thought to be exciting and romantic at the sa ti. Maybe she even dreamt about sothing like that? I knew she grew up with the knowledge she would have to marry early to revive the Black family bloodline. "Hey, we may even join up with-"
"Ssssh!" She put her hand on my mouth, silencing at once, "Are you out of your mind?" She said scoldingly. "Don't even ntion them here!"
"I wanted to say the muggle circus, but... oh well..."
"No, you didn't!" She stomped her feet loudly, looking extrely cute when angry. "I know full well what you wanted to say! Stop it, or I will get angry and leave you here!"
"Okay, okay! You win! But... think about it. If we ever beco everybody's enemy... it is a good alternative."
"Maybe, but stop, okay?" She moaned, rubbing her forehead, "Let's not plan the worst-case scenario from the start..."
"Okay, okay!" I nodded, finishing the letter and sealing it, "Let's focus on the now! I am more confident, you know... I feel taking care of Draco, and Lucius is easier than taking care of Umbridge..."
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