Chapter 50 – Bloodline Problems
She was right. The moment the next day arrived, it was announced, and when I looked, my name was already signed up for it. So they do it without asking me? That is it? How blatantly oblivious you can get, I don't believe this...
"What is it, Anguine?" Draco asked sarcastically, watching me read the announcement stapled on the notice board in our common room. "Should I tell Father you want to step back? Take your name 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 name 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 me knowingly. We had to rush to our potions right now!"
"Where to?" Draco asked, stepping in front of me 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 me... Traitor."
"...?" I silently raised one of my eyebrows. What did he mean by that? Was it his subconsciousness? Or was it something 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.