Chapter 71 – History Lesson
It was deep into the night the following Friday. Both of us sneaked out of our Common Room, heading straight toward the hidden entrance to the Scriptorium. My guess was correct, as speaking directly to the 'wall' in parseltongue made it react and ripple, letting us step through it. Walking through the corridor, we faced the labyrinth, but as if it remembered us, the walls quickly rearranged themselves, revealing the straight road forward. That is when we came face to face with the biggest hurdle. The door that refused to budge or open, no matter what we did.
"Told you... the only way in is using the spell."
"Conrad... I won't!"
"You will have to."
"I won't!"
"Come on, Quincy! It isn't a big deal! I am asking you to do it! I can handle it!"
"Me too! You use it on me!"
"I won't hurt you; I love you!"
"And I don't love you?" She retorted so loudly it echoed painfully between the walls.
"You do..." I smiled, holding her hand and looking into her eyes, "I am... more resistant than you... I have a basilisk's blood in me! Please... don't argue with me about this! We could already be in! Just... do it, please!"
In the end, with great hesitation, she wicked out her wand, pointing at me and uttering the curse... when it hit me, I simply fell to my butt, but it didn't really hurt.