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Trinity Ferrell and the Heart of Darkness
First Year at Hogwarts
Chapter Five- The Prediction
The next morning Trinity woke up early, and quickly dressed in her school robes, which now magically donned the Gryffindor badge. She raced down to the Great Hall with Hermione, Lavender, and Parvati and scarfed down her breakfast. She barely tasted any of it, because she was nervous and excited to start class.
Celeste came down into the hall and flopped down beside her. "Morning, Trin," she greeted, but she seemed occupied.
Trinity smiled as Celeste pulled out a copy of "Quidditch Through the Ages" and buried her nose in it. Just then she saw Howie enter the hall, talking busily with a small group of Ravenclaw boys. He glanced over in her direction and when he spotted her, he smiled and waved. She returned his smile and waved back. He said something to the group of Ravenclaw boys, and they seemed to grin and laugh at him, one of them saying something that turned Howie's face red as he left the group and headed over in Trinity's direction. "Morning," he said, still bright red in the face.
"Good morning, Howie," Trinity said, and then added a worried, "Were those boys teasing you?"
"Yeah, but they weren't being mean," Howie seemed to turn a brighter shade of red. "They're a nice bunch of guys. My room mates. So, did Kenshin bring you my letter?"
"Yep," Trinity smiled. "He bring you my response?"
"Yeah, he did." Howie's eyes glistened. "I guess we'll be having Herbology and a few other classes together. Great, huh? If I get there before you, I'll save you a seat."
"That would be great, I'll do the same for you," Trinity promised.
"Will you two please quiet down with the 'sweet-nothings'?! I'm trying to study my tactics!" Celeste snapped irritably. "Some of us here have Quidditch try-outs this afternoon."
"Quidditch try-outs? Cool!" Howie said. "I can't wait, our first flying lesson is Thursday!"
Celeste's snarling look vanished, in its place a smile. "Really? You'll love it, trust me! Madam Hooch is the best! I remember the first day I was in Flying Lessons..." She closed her book gently, eyes glazed with a reminiscient look as she clutched the book to her heart. "Of course, Flying Lessons are the first step of Quidditch, you know. You can't play unless you know how to properly manuever on a broomstick. This book is one you should definitely check out, Howie. It's got everything you need to know about Quidditch. I think you'd make a great Quidditch player. You know, your brother Kevin is the Keeper for Slytherin, and he really isn't that bad."
"Hopefully he's not as good as me this year," an Irish accent boomed, and Oliver Wood sat down beside Celeste.
"Oliver! Oh good you can meet my sister," Celeste said quickly. "Trinity, this is Oliver Wood, Captain of the Gryffindor Quidditch team, and he's a keeper too. Oliver, this is my sister, Trinity."
"Nice to meet you," Oliver said, then turned to Celeste. "So, you trying out for the team this year?"
"Oh, of course!" Celeste exclaimed. "I've been practicing all summer in secret! I promise this year that I will help lead Gryffindor to getting the Quidditch Cup and the House Cup!"
They continued chatting about Quidditch, and Howie tapped Trinity's shoulder gently. "I'd better get over to my table, I'm starving. I'll catch up with you later in class, okay?"
"Sure. See you later, Howie."
"Bye, Trin. See ya."
With a final smile, Howie headed over to the Ravenclaw table.
"So, is he your boyfriend?" Lavender Brown inquired with a sly grin, moving closer next to Trinity.
"No, we're just friends. Best friends, have been since preschool," Trinity insisted, but Lavender's grin only got wider.
"He likes you, and you like him. Maybe it will be more than a friendship," she said teasingly.
Parvati caught wind of the conversation. "Trinity has a boyfriend? Wow, that's fast!"
"No, no, no you guys!" Trinity laughed, despite the frustration that was building up inside. "Howie is my best friend. He is not my boyfriend, and never will be. We are just friends."
"Never is a strong word you know," Parvati pointed out. "You don't know what will happen in the future."
Trinity didn't want to tell her new friends about her psychic ability just yet, and so she did not point out that Parvati was slightly wrong. The only one whose future she could not see was her own. She worried what her new friends would think if they discovered that she had visions. Would they think she was a freak, like her classmates at her Muggle school? Trinity couldn't bear to even think that her newly found friends would hate her. "True," Trinity said softly, "but Howie and I have been friends for so long, nothing will change that."
"Aw, we're just kidding with ya, Trinity," Parvati giggled with Lavender. "Howie is kinda cute though."
"Come on, guys," Hermione rolled her eyes. "Enough fooling around, let's get going. We don't want to be late for our first class, do we?"
Trinity was thankful for Hermione's serious demeanor at that moment. "Do you even know where our classes are?" Lavender asked.
"Yeah, I've read about the different corridors and passageways around Hogwarts, so I'm pretty sure it will be easy to get to class." Hermione smiled.
"Great! Okay, let's go," Parvati said, and the four of them gathered up their belongings.
"Bye Celeste," Trinity said to her sister, but she was too busy talking with Oliver about Chaser tactics to even notice her sister's departure.
Each class was unique and interesting, with the exception of the ultra-boring History of Magic, taught by a ghost named Professor Binns. Celeste had jokingly warned her about the professor's past, saying that he had probably bored himself to death. Her father and even her mother had agreed.
There was Herbology with Professor Sprout, Charms taught by the tiny Professor Flitwick, Transfiguration with Professor McGonagall, Defense Against the Dark Arts with Professor Quirrell, Flying Lessons with Madam Hooch, and finally Potions with Professor Snape. Trinity noticed that during Double Potions she was the only Gryffindor that didn't get singled out by Snape. In fact, after he called her name during role, he paused and muttered something under his breath, but even that she could tell was not maliscious towards her. Harry Potter, however, seemed to be the blunt end of Snape's attack on Gryffindor, and she felt sorry for him but relieved that he did not seem to pay any mind to her.
After their first class of Potions, Snape stopped her from leaving the classroom. At first, Trinity wondered what she had done wrong during his class, but he seemed to smile almost kindly at her and said, "Please have a seat, Miss Ferrell."
"Am- am I in trouble, sir?" Her mind raced to find out what she had done wrong as she sat down.
"Oh no, not at all, Miss Ferrell," Snape seemed to blanch for a second, then he sat down at his desk and continued. "I'm sorry to keep you for a moment, really. I know that you're probably headed towards lunch, but I needed to ask you a few questions- that is, if now's a good time for you of course."
Trinity was taken aback by Professor Snape's behavior. "No, not at all Professor," she stammered.
Snape seemed to breathe a sigh of relief. "Excellent. Now, I was wondering if your sister is Celeste Ferrell."
"Yes, she is," Trinity nodded.
"So your father is Nikolas, correct?"
"Yes, sir."
"How is he?"
Trinity wondered how Professor Snape knew her father, especially since he had never mentioned him before. "He's doing well, sir," Trinity said, then added, "but he doesn't fancy the Muggle world at all."
"I can imagine that he wouldn't fancy it," he agreed.
"May I ask how you know my father?"
"Oh, of course. We were both in Slytherin house together, same year," Professor Snape said. "Does he still keep contact with anyone here in the Wizard Realm?"
"Um, well, the only one I know of is Lucius Malfoy," Trinity said.
Snape raised his eyebrows. "Really? That's interesting. Well, thank you for your time, Miss Ferrell. I must say that your potions show promise. It is a shame that you and your sister were not sorted into Slytherin. I apologize once more for keeping you. You are dismissed. And please, do not hesistate to come and chat with me, Miss Ferrell. You are always welcome in my classroom, anytime."
"Thank you, Professor Snape," Trinity said, and quickly gathered he things and left, wondering what that was all about.
At lunch, Trinity told Celeste and her friends at the Gryffindor table about what happened after Potions. "Snape did that to me, too, and still does," Celeste said thoughtfully, setting down "Advanced Tactics for Chasers". "Don't worry. He's just some friend of Dad's, does it all the time. You'll get used to it." She resumed reading her book.
"Still, it is strange, don't you think?" Lavender said. "Snape treats the rest of us Gryffindor horribly no matter what year we're in."
"Ah, it's nothing to worry about," Celeste turned a page. "Anyways, I want to show you and Howie where the Quidditch Pitch is after lunch. I've got tryouts this evening so I want to practice. Maybe you and Howie can try and see how good you are at it."
"Um- no thanks," Trinity said, paling. "We'll go and see it, but I don't think-"
"Great! I bet Howie'll love to see it," Celeste interrupted. "Don't worry, I won't take you on a broom, Trin. I've learned my lesson last time. I'll just show you guys around, that's all."
Trinity breathed a sigh of relief.
Suddenly, she looked at the end of the table, where she saw Fred and George Weasley trying to convince Neville Longbottom that the grayish-green Bertie Bott Every Flavor Bean was apple flavored. She suddenly envisioned Neville soaring in the sky, and then falling hard, landing with a sickening crack.
Then, she blacked out.
The next thing Trinity knew, she was staring up at a white ceiling, lying on a soft bed. Madam Pomfrey, the school nurse, was peering down at her. "You alright, young lady? You gave us quite a scare," she said, putting her hand on Trinity's forehead.
"Yes- what happened? My divination- again- my friends!" Trinity exclaimed.
"Don't worry, Trin," Celeste said, going over to her sister's side. "I explained to them this happens all the time."
Trinity went pale. "Do- do they think I'm a freak?" she asked, on the verge of tears.
"No, actually they think it's really cool, especially Parvati and Lavender," Celeste said.
"Well, if there's nothing wrong with her, then let's get you off to class," Madam Pomfrey ushered them out the door. "If this happens again, please bring her to me. Just in case it's something serious or she hits her head."
The two sisters headed down the corridor, Celeste still reading her tactics book. "I think a fake out is legal," she said, "It's called travelling in Muggle basketball, but it might just work in Quidditch."
Trinity was too relieved to be annoyed with her sister's non-stop Quidditch rantings. Her friends at Hogwarts understood why she passed out, and on top of that they thought it was cool. As they entered the courtyard, she noticed three boys in Slytherin-marked robes cornering a smaller boy. She instantly recognized one of the boys. "Draco!" Trinity yelled, and ran over to him.
He spun around, surprised, but then smiled sweetly at her. "Trinity..... hello."
"What are you doing?" Celeste demanded.
"Oh, nothing.... just returning a book to Howie here.... he seemed to have dropped it on the way to Herbology," Draco said innocently.
Crabbe slammed the book hard into Howie's chest, and he gasped as the air was knocked from his lungs. "Hey! Quit the rough stuff or I'm getting a professor!" Celeste ordered, then she grabbed Crabbe's arm and yanked him away from Howie. "Now get to class, you stupid git! Go find someone to pick on your own immense size!"
Instinctively, Crabbe pulled his arm back quickly, twisting Celeste's arm sharply and with a loud snap.
Trinity gasped in horror as Celeste went pale and clutched her wrist with her non-injured hand. "I.... think.... I think it's broken," she stammered painfully.
"Get a doctor!" Trinity yelled to Draco.
"What is happening here?" A familiar man's voice bellowed.
Trinity turned and saw Professor Snape hoovering over the scene. He glared at Draco, and Draco winced. "Explain, Mister Malfoy."
"It- it was an accident, Professor Snape," Draco stuttered nervously, obviously not used to Snape turning against him.
Snape frowned and turned to Vincent Crabbe. "You've injured a young woman for no reason, Mister Crabbe. Twenty-five points from Slytherin and a detention for you, understand? We shall discuss when and where your detention shall take place later." Snape snarled, then spoke to Trinity softly. "I'll take your sister to Madam Pomfrey, you can go to class, Trinity." He shot a final threatening look at Crabbe and then ushered Celeste to Madam Pomfrey, apologizing and comforting her.
"Quidditch tryouts are tonight! I can't miss them!" Celeste sobbed. "I can't make the team if I miss tryouts!"
Her wails faded away as they went down the corridor.
"I am so sorry about your sister," Draco said to Trinity. "We'd better get going. Come on, Crabbe, Goyle."
The three of them left, headed for their next class swiftly but silently.
"Trinity- you're okay," Howie smiled. "I'm glad. I got scared when you passed out."
Trinity smiled back. "Thanks, Howie. What was Draco doing to you?"
"Just before Celeste came, they were going to cream me," Howie muttered bitterly. "He really doesn't like me for some reason."
"That's weird," Trinity said. "Draco is always so polite and kind around me."
Howie snorted. "Too bad he doesn't seem polite to me."
"I'm sorry, Howie. I wish you two could be friends," Trinity sighed.
"Yeah," Howie shrugged. "Anyway, we'd better get to class. We're already cutting it close."
"Yeah, let's go. Race you there!" Trinity sprinted off towards the next class.
"Hey! Wait for me!" Howie cried out, chasing after her.
The two friends laughed as they raced to their next class, unaware of the hooded figure watching them in the shadows.
~ To be continued......
Trinity Ferrell and the Heart of Darkness
First Year at Hogwarts
Chapter Five- The Prediction
The next morning Trinity woke up early, and quickly dressed in her school robes, which now magically donned the Gryffindor badge. She raced down to the Great Hall with Hermione, Lavender, and Parvati and scarfed down her breakfast. She barely tasted any of it, because she was nervous and excited to start class.
Celeste came down into the hall and flopped down beside her. "Morning, Trin," she greeted, but she seemed occupied.
Trinity smiled as Celeste pulled out a copy of "Quidditch Through the Ages" and buried her nose in it. Just then she saw Howie enter the hall, talking busily with a small group of Ravenclaw boys. He glanced over in her direction and when he spotted her, he smiled and waved. She returned his smile and waved back. He said something to the group of Ravenclaw boys, and they seemed to grin and laugh at him, one of them saying something that turned Howie's face red as he left the group and headed over in Trinity's direction. "Morning," he said, still bright red in the face.
"Good morning, Howie," Trinity said, and then added a worried, "Were those boys teasing you?"
"Yeah, but they weren't being mean," Howie seemed to turn a brighter shade of red. "They're a nice bunch of guys. My room mates. So, did Kenshin bring you my letter?"
"Yep," Trinity smiled. "He bring you my response?"
"Yeah, he did." Howie's eyes glistened. "I guess we'll be having Herbology and a few other classes together. Great, huh? If I get there before you, I'll save you a seat."
"That would be great, I'll do the same for you," Trinity promised.
"Will you two please quiet down with the 'sweet-nothings'?! I'm trying to study my tactics!" Celeste snapped irritably. "Some of us here have Quidditch try-outs this afternoon."
"Quidditch try-outs? Cool!" Howie said. "I can't wait, our first flying lesson is Thursday!"
Celeste's snarling look vanished, in its place a smile. "Really? You'll love it, trust me! Madam Hooch is the best! I remember the first day I was in Flying Lessons..." She closed her book gently, eyes glazed with a reminiscient look as she clutched the book to her heart. "Of course, Flying Lessons are the first step of Quidditch, you know. You can't play unless you know how to properly manuever on a broomstick. This book is one you should definitely check out, Howie. It's got everything you need to know about Quidditch. I think you'd make a great Quidditch player. You know, your brother Kevin is the Keeper for Slytherin, and he really isn't that bad."
"Hopefully he's not as good as me this year," an Irish accent boomed, and Oliver Wood sat down beside Celeste.
"Oliver! Oh good you can meet my sister," Celeste said quickly. "Trinity, this is Oliver Wood, Captain of the Gryffindor Quidditch team, and he's a keeper too. Oliver, this is my sister, Trinity."
"Nice to meet you," Oliver said, then turned to Celeste. "So, you trying out for the team this year?"
"Oh, of course!" Celeste exclaimed. "I've been practicing all summer in secret! I promise this year that I will help lead Gryffindor to getting the Quidditch Cup and the House Cup!"
They continued chatting about Quidditch, and Howie tapped Trinity's shoulder gently. "I'd better get over to my table, I'm starving. I'll catch up with you later in class, okay?"
"Sure. See you later, Howie."
"Bye, Trin. See ya."
With a final smile, Howie headed over to the Ravenclaw table.
"So, is he your boyfriend?" Lavender Brown inquired with a sly grin, moving closer next to Trinity.
"No, we're just friends. Best friends, have been since preschool," Trinity insisted, but Lavender's grin only got wider.
"He likes you, and you like him. Maybe it will be more than a friendship," she said teasingly.
Parvati caught wind of the conversation. "Trinity has a boyfriend? Wow, that's fast!"
"No, no, no you guys!" Trinity laughed, despite the frustration that was building up inside. "Howie is my best friend. He is not my boyfriend, and never will be. We are just friends."
"Never is a strong word you know," Parvati pointed out. "You don't know what will happen in the future."
Trinity didn't want to tell her new friends about her psychic ability just yet, and so she did not point out that Parvati was slightly wrong. The only one whose future she could not see was her own. She worried what her new friends would think if they discovered that she had visions. Would they think she was a freak, like her classmates at her Muggle school? Trinity couldn't bear to even think that her newly found friends would hate her. "True," Trinity said softly, "but Howie and I have been friends for so long, nothing will change that."
"Aw, we're just kidding with ya, Trinity," Parvati giggled with Lavender. "Howie is kinda cute though."
"Come on, guys," Hermione rolled her eyes. "Enough fooling around, let's get going. We don't want to be late for our first class, do we?"
Trinity was thankful for Hermione's serious demeanor at that moment. "Do you even know where our classes are?" Lavender asked.
"Yeah, I've read about the different corridors and passageways around Hogwarts, so I'm pretty sure it will be easy to get to class." Hermione smiled.
"Great! Okay, let's go," Parvati said, and the four of them gathered up their belongings.
"Bye Celeste," Trinity said to her sister, but she was too busy talking with Oliver about Chaser tactics to even notice her sister's departure.
Each class was unique and interesting, with the exception of the ultra-boring History of Magic, taught by a ghost named Professor Binns. Celeste had jokingly warned her about the professor's past, saying that he had probably bored himself to death. Her father and even her mother had agreed.
There was Herbology with Professor Sprout, Charms taught by the tiny Professor Flitwick, Transfiguration with Professor McGonagall, Defense Against the Dark Arts with Professor Quirrell, Flying Lessons with Madam Hooch, and finally Potions with Professor Snape. Trinity noticed that during Double Potions she was the only Gryffindor that didn't get singled out by Snape. In fact, after he called her name during role, he paused and muttered something under his breath, but even that she could tell was not maliscious towards her. Harry Potter, however, seemed to be the blunt end of Snape's attack on Gryffindor, and she felt sorry for him but relieved that he did not seem to pay any mind to her.
After their first class of Potions, Snape stopped her from leaving the classroom. At first, Trinity wondered what she had done wrong during his class, but he seemed to smile almost kindly at her and said, "Please have a seat, Miss Ferrell."
"Am- am I in trouble, sir?" Her mind raced to find out what she had done wrong as she sat down.
"Oh no, not at all, Miss Ferrell," Snape seemed to blanch for a second, then he sat down at his desk and continued. "I'm sorry to keep you for a moment, really. I know that you're probably headed towards lunch, but I needed to ask you a few questions- that is, if now's a good time for you of course."
Trinity was taken aback by Professor Snape's behavior. "No, not at all Professor," she stammered.
Snape seemed to breathe a sigh of relief. "Excellent. Now, I was wondering if your sister is Celeste Ferrell."
"Yes, she is," Trinity nodded.
"So your father is Nikolas, correct?"
"Yes, sir."
"How is he?"
Trinity wondered how Professor Snape knew her father, especially since he had never mentioned him before. "He's doing well, sir," Trinity said, then added, "but he doesn't fancy the Muggle world at all."
"I can imagine that he wouldn't fancy it," he agreed.
"May I ask how you know my father?"
"Oh, of course. We were both in Slytherin house together, same year," Professor Snape said. "Does he still keep contact with anyone here in the Wizard Realm?"
"Um, well, the only one I know of is Lucius Malfoy," Trinity said.
Snape raised his eyebrows. "Really? That's interesting. Well, thank you for your time, Miss Ferrell. I must say that your potions show promise. It is a shame that you and your sister were not sorted into Slytherin. I apologize once more for keeping you. You are dismissed. And please, do not hesistate to come and chat with me, Miss Ferrell. You are always welcome in my classroom, anytime."
"Thank you, Professor Snape," Trinity said, and quickly gathered he things and left, wondering what that was all about.
At lunch, Trinity told Celeste and her friends at the Gryffindor table about what happened after Potions. "Snape did that to me, too, and still does," Celeste said thoughtfully, setting down "Advanced Tactics for Chasers". "Don't worry. He's just some friend of Dad's, does it all the time. You'll get used to it." She resumed reading her book.
"Still, it is strange, don't you think?" Lavender said. "Snape treats the rest of us Gryffindor horribly no matter what year we're in."
"Ah, it's nothing to worry about," Celeste turned a page. "Anyways, I want to show you and Howie where the Quidditch Pitch is after lunch. I've got tryouts this evening so I want to practice. Maybe you and Howie can try and see how good you are at it."
"Um- no thanks," Trinity said, paling. "We'll go and see it, but I don't think-"
"Great! I bet Howie'll love to see it," Celeste interrupted. "Don't worry, I won't take you on a broom, Trin. I've learned my lesson last time. I'll just show you guys around, that's all."
Trinity breathed a sigh of relief.
Suddenly, she looked at the end of the table, where she saw Fred and George Weasley trying to convince Neville Longbottom that the grayish-green Bertie Bott Every Flavor Bean was apple flavored. She suddenly envisioned Neville soaring in the sky, and then falling hard, landing with a sickening crack.
Then, she blacked out.
The next thing Trinity knew, she was staring up at a white ceiling, lying on a soft bed. Madam Pomfrey, the school nurse, was peering down at her. "You alright, young lady? You gave us quite a scare," she said, putting her hand on Trinity's forehead.
"Yes- what happened? My divination- again- my friends!" Trinity exclaimed.
"Don't worry, Trin," Celeste said, going over to her sister's side. "I explained to them this happens all the time."
Trinity went pale. "Do- do they think I'm a freak?" she asked, on the verge of tears.
"No, actually they think it's really cool, especially Parvati and Lavender," Celeste said.
"Well, if there's nothing wrong with her, then let's get you off to class," Madam Pomfrey ushered them out the door. "If this happens again, please bring her to me. Just in case it's something serious or she hits her head."
The two sisters headed down the corridor, Celeste still reading her tactics book. "I think a fake out is legal," she said, "It's called travelling in Muggle basketball, but it might just work in Quidditch."
Trinity was too relieved to be annoyed with her sister's non-stop Quidditch rantings. Her friends at Hogwarts understood why she passed out, and on top of that they thought it was cool. As they entered the courtyard, she noticed three boys in Slytherin-marked robes cornering a smaller boy. She instantly recognized one of the boys. "Draco!" Trinity yelled, and ran over to him.
He spun around, surprised, but then smiled sweetly at her. "Trinity..... hello."
"What are you doing?" Celeste demanded.
"Oh, nothing.... just returning a book to Howie here.... he seemed to have dropped it on the way to Herbology," Draco said innocently.
Crabbe slammed the book hard into Howie's chest, and he gasped as the air was knocked from his lungs. "Hey! Quit the rough stuff or I'm getting a professor!" Celeste ordered, then she grabbed Crabbe's arm and yanked him away from Howie. "Now get to class, you stupid git! Go find someone to pick on your own immense size!"
Instinctively, Crabbe pulled his arm back quickly, twisting Celeste's arm sharply and with a loud snap.
Trinity gasped in horror as Celeste went pale and clutched her wrist with her non-injured hand. "I.... think.... I think it's broken," she stammered painfully.
"Get a doctor!" Trinity yelled to Draco.
"What is happening here?" A familiar man's voice bellowed.
Trinity turned and saw Professor Snape hoovering over the scene. He glared at Draco, and Draco winced. "Explain, Mister Malfoy."
"It- it was an accident, Professor Snape," Draco stuttered nervously, obviously not used to Snape turning against him.
Snape frowned and turned to Vincent Crabbe. "You've injured a young woman for no reason, Mister Crabbe. Twenty-five points from Slytherin and a detention for you, understand? We shall discuss when and where your detention shall take place later." Snape snarled, then spoke to Trinity softly. "I'll take your sister to Madam Pomfrey, you can go to class, Trinity." He shot a final threatening look at Crabbe and then ushered Celeste to Madam Pomfrey, apologizing and comforting her.
"Quidditch tryouts are tonight! I can't miss them!" Celeste sobbed. "I can't make the team if I miss tryouts!"
Her wails faded away as they went down the corridor.
"I am so sorry about your sister," Draco said to Trinity. "We'd better get going. Come on, Crabbe, Goyle."
The three of them left, headed for their next class swiftly but silently.
"Trinity- you're okay," Howie smiled. "I'm glad. I got scared when you passed out."
Trinity smiled back. "Thanks, Howie. What was Draco doing to you?"
"Just before Celeste came, they were going to cream me," Howie muttered bitterly. "He really doesn't like me for some reason."
"That's weird," Trinity said. "Draco is always so polite and kind around me."
Howie snorted. "Too bad he doesn't seem polite to me."
"I'm sorry, Howie. I wish you two could be friends," Trinity sighed.
"Yeah," Howie shrugged. "Anyway, we'd better get to class. We're already cutting it close."
"Yeah, let's go. Race you there!" Trinity sprinted off towards the next class.
"Hey! Wait for me!" Howie cried out, chasing after her.
The two friends laughed as they raced to their next class, unaware of the hooded figure watching them in the shadows.
~ To be continued......