𝓒𝓪𝓵𝓶 𝓓𝓸𝔀𝓷 | 𝘏𝘢𝘳𝘳𝘺 𝘗𝘰𝘵𝘵𝘦𝘳 𝚆𝚃𝙼

007

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QUIRRELL, however, must have been braver than they'd thought.

In the weeks that followed he did seem to be getting paler and thinner, but it didn't look as though he'd cracked yet.

Every time they passed the third-floor corridor, Harry, Aranya, Ron, and Hermione would press their ears to the door to check that Fluffy was still growling inside. Snape was sweeping about in his usual bad temper, which surely meant that the Stone was still safe. Whenever Harry passed Quirrell these days he gave him an encouraging sort of smile, and Ron had started telling people off for laughing at Quirrell's stutter.

Beatrice bites her lower lip, something wasn't right.

Hermione and Aranya, however, had more on their minds than the Sorcerer's Stone.

Aranya felt like something was off. She didn't believe that Professor Snape was trying to steal the stone, but she didn't voice it out. It didn't feel right, it really didn't.

Something was off about Professor Quirrell, but she didn't know what.

Lily nods slowly, she agreed. Something was seriously wrong and off about it.

Remus also understood, he didn't know why though. Something was off about it.

James, Sirius, Dorcas and Mary were skeptical though.

Regulus, Barty and Beatrice didn't believe it for a second. Severus might have been a git sometimes, well most of the times, but he wasn't evil.

Hermione had started drawing up study schedules and colorcoding all her notes. Harry and Ron wouldn't have minded, but she kept nagging them to do the same.

"Hermione, the exams are ages away."

"Ten weeks," Hermione snapped. "That's not ages, that's like a second to Nicolas Flamel."

"But we're not six hundred years old," Ron reminded her. "Anyway, what are you studying for, you and Aranya already know it all."

"What am I studying for?" Aranya frowns. "Exams, duh!" She says as if it was obvious. She looks down at her book.

"Oh, great. It's a mini Beatrice." Barty rolls his eyes.

Narcissa laughs in amusement.

"Are you crazy? You realize we need to pass these exams to get into the second year? They're very important, I should have started studying a month ago, I don't know what's gotten into me...." Hermione shakes her head.

Unfortunately, the teachers seemed to be thinking along the same lines as Hermione. They piled so much homework on them that the Easter holidays weren't nearly as much fun as the Christmas ones. It was hard to relax with Hermione next to you reciting the twelve uses of dragon's blood or practicing wand movements. Moaning and yawning, Harry and Ron spent most of their free time in the library with her and Aranya, trying to get through all their extra work.

"I'll never remember this," Ron burst out one afternoon, throwing down his quill and looking longingly out of the library window. It was the first really fine day they'd had in months. The sky was a clear, forget-me-not blue, and there was a feeling in the air of summer coming.