YEAR 7 | Draco Malfoy

11.0 the sun

The sun shined brightly on the various courtyards of the Hogwarts castle, the fresh grass, and trees accompanied by chirping birds.

It seemed as if every student took advantage of the September weather and was able to be found somewhere outside of the many corridors.

The sign-up sheet for the duelling club that was put up yesterday, had been the talk of the castle for the last twenty-four hours.

Everyone was curious about who had signed up and who would teach.

Despite all the buzz surrounding the duelling club, not a lot of people had signed up yet.

Claire and a few third years were the only Slytherin's to have signed up at all.

This afternoon there was another paper put up with more details about the location and time.

The new information didn't go unnoticed by the Carrow's this time.

Just as Claire made it down to the last step of the big staircase, Amycus Carrow turned around to face her from the hall.

Her breath got caught in her throat but it was too late for her to escape.

"Miss Travers!" He called out.

His voice echoed through the almost empty hall since most of the students were enjoying the warm weather outside.

He had crossed his arms across his chest and his dark mark was visible.

Somehow it still startled Claire, as if it was the first time she'd ever seen it.

With slow steps, she walked up to him and noticed the admission form next to him.

"I am quite surprised to see your name written here." He started.

"Why is that?" She asked.

In reality, she was terrified.

She knew he could do what he wanted to her, especially in the deserted state the castle was in.

"It appears that the duelling club has resumed in defence against the dark lord." Carrow said.

His words seemed to echo like a harsh base through her eardrums.

Instead of panicking, she subtly took a breath, preparing an answer.

"Those are just rumours Professor Carrow." She lied straight through her teeth.

Anyone with a good conscience would know that this was the only way that the other professors could prepare the students for the war.

"Is that so?" He didn't sound convinced.

Claire decided to go a step further.

"I would never sign up if that were the case, Professor." She said with a soft voice.

Carrow raised his eyebrows and scanned Claire's face, trying to find any signs of dishonesty.

"I'm sure the Professors want to put the theory into practice, Dark Arts included." Claire said.

She had put her hands behind her back to stop them from shaking, but her face was cold as stone.

Telling lies didn't always come easy to her, but in the last few years, she had managed to perfect a poker face almost completely.

"Don't disappoint your parents, Travers."

He gave her one last look before he stormed off, going into the direction of what seemed, the headmaster's office.