Elaine Shafiq, a new mber of the Slug Club? Matthew furrowed his brow in disbelief.
Although the moniker Slug Club might sound sowhat unflattering, the clubs entry requirents were quite high.
Not just anyone could beco a mber.
At this ti last year, among the first-year students, the only individuals who received Slughorns invitation were Draco Malfoy and Neville Longbottom, two young boys hailing from prestigious families.
To join the Slug Club, one typically had to be a scion of a well-known and successful lineage or have a family with influential connections in the magical world.
It could also be a student with remarkable talents.
For first-year students, the latter criterion wasnt exactly a reliable route.
Even though Matthew didnt have any extensive interactions with Miss Shafiq, a student who could easily forget the password to the common room wouldnt be one. Hed classify as exceptionally talented.
That Professor Slughorn would choose Elaine Shafiq as a mber at the start of the school year seed ludicrous.
As for the prior criterion, it might have been valid two months ago.
After all, Mr. Shafiq, who managed Flourish & Blotts Bookstore, could have been considered successful back then.
But now, he was residing in Azkaban, dining on prison fare due to his alleged involvent in a smuggling incident.
No matter how Matthew tried to fathom it, he couldnt quite grasp why Professor Slughorn would extend his favor to Shafiq.
Unless
Matthew eyed the Potions Professor and Slytherin house head suspiciously.
Once again, applause echoed, although it was noticeably less robust this ti.
After all, the na Hermione Granger was well-known around Hogwarts, while Elaine Shafiq was an unfamiliar first-year student.
Behind Professor Slughorn, Shafiq cast a timid glance at the assembly before her.
Feel free to find a seat at that table, Miss Shafiq, Slughorns enthusiasm remained undeterred.
Shafiqs gaze swept across the room and soon alighted on a familiar face.
Mr. Wickfield!
She hurried over and sat on the other side of Matthew, facing Neville and Hermione.
Matthew, are you acquainted with Miss Shafiq? Hermione regarded the two of them suspiciously.
Not very much, but weve crossed paths at school, Matthew replied.
Then, he turned to Shafiq. Congratulations, Miss Shafiq.
Thank you Actually I didnt expect Elaines words ca out in a jumble. Miss Farley told that our dean is quite selective Yet, out of the blue, he extended an invitation to yesterday afternoon. He ntioned that my father was his praiseworthy student at school
It was clear that Miss Shafiq was quite exhilarated, her disbelief palpable as she tried to process the unfolding events.
Matthew swiftly engaged her in conversation.
The two soon found themselves engaged in a lively exchange.
Matthew wasnt nave.
He understood the value of establishing a rapport with Miss Shafiq while the opportunity presented itself, a rarity in a lifeti.
Dinner comnced shortly after that.
Elaborate golden plates materialized before each guest, yet they remained empty, accompanied only by a small nu.
Shafiq received instructions from Miss Farley on using the nu to order dishes, a procedure Neville had taught Matthew nearly a year prior.
On the other hand, Hermione appeared displeased, her joy from joining the Slug Club visibly dampening.
Well, its all thanks to my father, Hermione muttered disdainfully, glancing at Shafiq.
I, too relied on my parents to secure this spot in the club, Neville admitted, sowhat embarrassed.
Apologies, Neville, I didnt an you, Hermione retorted, casting another glance at Matthew.
Observing the smile on Matthews face, she seed increasingly irritable.
In the end, the dinner didnt live up to the anticipated enjoynt.
While the fare surpassed the auditoriums offerings in terms of quality, Professor Slughorns focus remained centered on the senior students table.
Nonetheless, he made several appearances at the junior table, mainly to raise a toast with the new mbers, Hermione and Shafiq.
His enthusiasm was palpable.
Hermione imbibed half a glass of ad, and her cheeks took on a rosy hue.
At that mont, Matthew tapped her on the shoulder. Hermione! Hermione!
What is it? Her response carried a touch of hostility.
Matthew seed to recall sothing and addressed her earnestly. By the way, Hermione, has anything been unusual with your pet, Crookshanks, lately?
Under the influence of alcohol, Hermiones irritation intensified.
Not even half an hour into the banquet, Matthew was finally initiating a conversation with her about her cat, of all things?
No, and its none of your concern! she snapped.
Unfortunately, due to the boisterous atmosphere of the banquet, Matthew was sowhat distracted and failed to catch the emotion in her voice.
I encountered a cat resembling Crookshanks on the second-floor landing before I arrived at Professor Slughorns office. Thought it best to alert you Matthew continued, his tone serious. It might be a good idea to keep an eye on it.
I can handle my pets just fine, Mr. Wickfield! Hermione responded frostily. You neednt trouble yourself.
Understood, Matthew nodded.
He then turned his attention back to Elaine Shafiq. Miss Shafiq, he said kindly, you might want to try the lamb chop; its quite delicious.
Hermione raised her goblet and emptied it swiftly, her irritation plain for all to see.
Beside her, Neville stared wide-eyed, taking in the astonishing scene.
The dinner stretched on for nearly two hours.
With appetites satisfied, the guests began to depart.
Hermione, in particular, wasted no ti in making her exit. Eager to leave the gathering behind.
Just as Matthew prepared to leave for the Slytherin common room with Shafiq.
Matthew, hold on a mont! Professor Slughorns voice rang out, halting him in his tracks.
Whats the matter, Professor? Matthew raised an eyebrow in puzzlent.
Theres sothing Id like to discuss with you, Professor Slughorn stated, his tone holding a asure of gravity.
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