Chapter 109: Movement Magic
Cuthbert and Alex were at the small table by the window playing wizard chess when Regulus returned to the Slytherin dormitory.
The board had clearly reached a stalemate. Both of them sat hunched over the pieces, brows furrowed in concentration.
Cuthbert's queen was berating Cuthbert. Alex's king was berating Alex.
The door creaked open. Both looked up at the same time, glanced at him, then dropped their gazes back to the board in perfect unison.
Nothing overtly suspicious about it. And yet somehow that made it worse.
Regulus ignored them. He was only here to wait for Madam Pince to finish closing up the library before heading to the Restricted Section.
He'd barely sat down when a string of profanity erupted from the chessboard, courtesy of the king. The language was crude enough to suggest this wasn't a set marketed toward young wizards.
Then Cuthbert spoke, hesitant. "About that thing..."
Regulus looked up.