Chapter 243: Avoid Her Edge? [bonus]
Sunday noon. The Great Hall.
All four long tables were packed.
Gryffindor was the loudest. Someone stood to reach a platter of roast meat three seats away. Laughter erupted. A goblet tipped, Pumpkin juice flooding the table while the boy beside it mopped and swore.
The Slytherin table was its own creature. Lively, yes, but restrained.
Voices stayed measured. Posture stayed correct. Robes without creases, collars fastened where they should be.
The younger years ate properly, cutlery silent against plates, while the upper years resembled a miniature salon.
A handful of sixth-year boys leaned against their chair backs, Pumpkin juice held with the casual poise of wine glasses.
They were discussing the latest shifts at the Ministry of Magic. The Department of Magical Law Enforcement had reshuffled again. The International Magical Cooperation office had an opening, and someone from such-and-such family had submitted an application.
A few girls nearby listened with their bodies angled toward the conversation.