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Chapter Ten: Jealousy
Trust Filch to be patrolling the corridors that night. The filthy, pathetic excuse for a man had even asked him what he was doing out of bed that late at night.
He had lied through his teeth, of course, saying he was on the way to Slughorn's party, but Filch hadn't believed him. He had proceeded to drag him to the Potions' master's study, and almost thrown him in front of the rotund professor.
At once, he had admitted he was trying to gatecrash—although again, it was just a lie. To his credit, the cheery professor allowed him to stay, and the caretaker left mumbling under his breath.
However, he was replaced by Snape, who had asked to have a word with him. He could tell by the look in Snape's eyes that he was in trouble, but he didn't care.
Because right at that moment, he had spotted her with the Gryffindor dunce, Cormac MacLaggen.
All the colours in the room seemed to become nothing more than a kaleidoscope as anger and jealousy clouded his senses.
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AN:
WARNING: This story is like an abstract painting; there are patterns that don't seem to make sense, and overall the painting doesn't seem to be a picture, but there is a story in the art.
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