Prologue
"Rodolphus, stop it!" cried Narcissa indignantly while taking away a roll of parchment from the hands of that insolent fellow.
"Who would have thought? Our old buck Nott writes the verses," Lestrange bite his lower lip to stop himself from laughing.
"You don't understand anything. That's so roma-a-antic," stretched my sis, closing her eyes voluptuously. "Just imagine: he, an unrecognized genius, his beautiful lady, the moon and…"
"… and the bottle of wine. Lady would at once become more tractable and genius would be immediately recognized," I finished with a broad smile.
It was really amusing to watch the arguments of naïve and ecstatic Narcissa with cynic Rody. She was not yet old enough for our games to play in them like an equal, only a third year, after all.
"Bella!" she looked at me with the resent in her eyes. "And you too! You could have supported me, after all."
"In what?" I asked idly.
"In praising talentless rhymes, made by our classmate," answered Rudy instead of me.
The girl blushed, turned around and left the common room like a shot. Offended, silly girl. Lestrange gave me a wink and proposed,
"Should we find Nott?"
"For what? He'll come here by himself. The dinner is almost finished and he'll definitely return to his dorm for the broom."
"Oh, yes. I have forgotten our team has a training today," my friend nodded thoughtfully and then abruptly smiled mischievously. "Will you come?"
"Of course, I will. And what about Malfoy and Rosier?"
"They will come," he confirmed. "They'll never miss such a fun."