I know, I know. Beginning the fourth chapter before even starting the third chapter. What am I on, eh? Well, back to working on Chapter Three...
Chapter Four
It was Daemont's first time being handed the Daily Prophet, reading the front cover saying "Mysterious Terrorist Organization Strikes Again!"
He flipped through the article, coming across numerous assumptions on the true identities of such terrorists. However, no evidence backed up any claims made in the news article.
He was about to flip over to another page three-quarters of the way through the article until something caught his eye-"The terrorists are characterized by their clothing, appearing to include a black robe tinged with yellow, and a symbol sewn onto their skin."
The article showed the photo of the sign, which appeared to be the face of a rodent with vertical stripes on its face, the colours alternating between black and yellow. It was baring its teeth, ready to feast on anything that came close to it. Below in bold letters were tattooed "Ravenstvo".
"The terrorist group is currently targeting what appears to be wizards of high profile across the nation. So far, however, we have not been able to interview a member from the group, showing up only to see the remains of destruction left in their wake."
Daemont chuckled at the moving pictures, with buildings being lit on fire and people screaming in the background. A girl crept up behind him, and poked him in the back with an index finger. "Yes?"
"Whatcha readin'?"
Daemont sighed; he turned his head around and saw it was Kendra.
"This." He pointed at the article.
"What's so funny about terrorist attacks and burning buildings?" Kendra asked with a frown.
"Oh, um," he eyed his feet, "the pictures were moving. I've never seen pictures move like this before."
"What's the matter? Got raised by muggles or somethin'?"
Daemont, feeling embarrassed, left the conversation hanging and turned back around towards his paper.
"Move over," Kendra said to two first-years, as she pushed them aside and picked took a seat to the right of Daemont. "Now tell me something, Daemont-are your parents muggle or not?"
Daemont shifted uncomfortably, "Will it trouble you to know that my father is one?"
Kendra laughed, "Why does everybody believe that Slytherins vehemently oppose muggle-borns? The beacon of greatness is colour-blind."
"Good analogy. Sorry about that." Daemont finished the last of his breakfast, and got up from the table, "Well, I'd best be going. See ya."
"Oh, okay," Kendra frowned again, "later."
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Lora just sat at the table, grabbing an apple to chomp on before watching Daemont leave the Great Hall. There was a girl talking to him earlier; a ginger.