Chapter Forty seven

She looked a bit chubby and had a lot of hair. Like a crazy lot, it was uncontained and as I peaked in the compartment I saw a chubby boy with pristine white skin as if he never went outside. He had a blob of brown hair and soft barely recognizable freckles. Neville Longbottom.

He looked very fumbly... I walked on but and didn't let my eyes stray too long. Daphne was already a bit ahead because I slowed my pace which I increased again to not fall too much behind. All the way in the middle Daphne stopped and pulled open the compartment door. I heard some gasps and whispering.

"She is going to sit with us?" I heard a high pitched voice say in dismay. Daphne glared in the compartment and shot a nervous look at me. I stayed still with my emotionless mask still on. Daphne swallowed invisibly but I noticed by the way her throat bubbled up and down. Her hand let go of the handle and walked in. I felt my skirt sway at my thighs but I ignored the itchy feeling it left as I walked in headstrong. The three girls made it clear that they did not like me at all.

all three were in a corner and Blaise was sitting next to them, looking at her with curiosity she did not bother replying to. There was only one spot next to Daphne and the window. I put my trunk up and grabbed my newest dark arts book that I had gotten from Quirrel. I had read it several times but something about it made me want to keep rereading.

I had a different cover covering the fact that I held a dark magic book and ignored the rest of the people in the compartment. What was the use of trying to talk to them whilst I was still feeling my anger burst at Theodore especially. Not that Draco and Daphne were any better as they knew about the notes long before it was published. It was an assumption which I knew I had assumed correctly as Daphne felt way more guilty that she should have been for not telling me.

I was already at a point of forgiving them before I found out. I was now also mad at my grandparents who deliberately made sure I did not see the papers about me. Now that I thought about it was quite odd that grandfather was reading the same paper again and that grandmother sometimes did not have witch weekly on the coffee table on the terras.

I swallowed it all down and focused on my reading even though I could feel the stares. One in particular of a girl who seemed to not like my guts. The compartment was dead silent and I hear shuffling and knew glances were exchanged.

I chuckled lowly and the shuffling stopped. "You can stop the act now if you don't want me here of feeling nervous you can leave," I said arrogantly without looking up. I could practically hear the girl opposite to me grit her teeth.