The next month and three weeks , I had spent alone, avoiding Hermione, Harry, Ron and the trouble that followed the three, knowing they would unintentionally prompt me somehow, into wanting to tell them Quirrell was the problem. My sister hadn't questioned me about not being at home, I'm sure she was busy with her friends and having an easier life. Not being cursed to keep her lips sealed. I've even healed up a bit more, my shoulder didn't hurt as badly as it had, but it still ached, especially if I've slept on that side of my body. But at least now Capone didn't make me want to cry whenever he was perched on my shoulder.

While stuck in my studies, I've managed to get the hang of Legilimency, for the most part. I still needed to say, the spell, and be able to see someone's eyes. I couldn't see into some peoples heads however, such as Snape, in class whenever I've tried, during a lecture, he seemed to pause, as if he realized what was going on. I don't think he's realized it's been me trying to jump into his memories.

I even tried to get into Quirrell, or Voldemorts mind, I'm still not sure who was the main brain user between them. No shocker I couldn't do it. Unlike Snape, Quirrell, knew, as Quirrell would seem to narrow his eyes at me. I've felt a numb feeling at dinner at times, even leaving early do to a terrible headache. I've come to the conclusion someone was using Legilimency on me as well, thankfully it gave me practice for Occlumency. Thankfully, the nosey intruder of my memories, has hopefully only seen me thinking over classes, or in a irritated mood, as I've been reading the three books from my sister. I've come to the conclusion that this, Lockheart writer wasn't good at it, but I was utterly bored, having read the other books I had gotten. I never thought I'd miss getting into trouble.

I'd spent most of my time in the library or within the Slytherin common room, usually studying, or writing to Tom. In classes I'd make sure to either be alone or stick myself with Draco and his pair of friends, at least with classes we shared with the Gryffindor. In the common room, or early breakfast, I'd be conversing with Tom, he's become a friend. So did Cedric Diggory, whom had become apart of my schedule, he asked that I'd look over his work, before he turned things in. At lunch, and during both herbology and my two other extra classes - xylomancy and astronomy- I've ended up becoming friends with Lilly Moon. I've learned she was a half-blood, she lived in the muggle world, she liked the smell of roses, and she liked someone called Britney Spears, she claims it was a singer of a genre of music known as 'pop'. I found it all rather odd. She wasn't as bright as Hermione was, but Lilly was nice to talk to, we'd talk about classes, likes, dislikes and people. It was nice. Different for sure.

I've found it hard to stay awake, at least in astronomy class, I ended up dozing off during the exam. Class at one in the morning was hard, maybe it was hard, due to usually talking to Tom during the time? Either way, I thankfully Sinistra, had accepted to let me redo the exam. This evening I was sitting in the grass, or on a blanket I had brought with Capone and I, staring up at the stars. Looking for the star constellation Corvus, the crow, it was around the constellations; Vergo, Corvus, Crater and Hydra. Once I had found the bird constellation, or what I assumed to be, I honestly couldn't tell. It just looked like and on four cornered shape, I began drawing the shape, as well as the surrounding constellations - labeling the stars and adding lines of course- I was interrupted while I wrote down my findings, I noticed three familiar shapes running towards Hagrids hut. I rolled my eyes, going back to my drawing, ignoring my inner desire to go snoop, to eavesdropping on the group. I don't want to know. What I want to do is finish my make-up exam.

When I had finished my drawing and nearly finished the writing, telling the tail of Corvus, I notice something light and blond in the distance. Looking up I saw the figure, Malfoy? he must've followed Hermione and the group. I shook my head. knowing the trouble they'd each get into. A few moment's later while I was packing up, finally finished with my work, I saw the blond dolt ruuning back across the field, back into the school.

Finally, finished with my work, I got up and as I was making my way into through the halls, towards, professor Sinistras office. I heard running from behind me, I didn't need to look behind me, already.

With a yawn I then greeted the three as they caught up with me and Capone, "Hey, what's up?" I questioned, curious as to what was up. I missed them, or well at least Hermione.

"What's up, where have you been?" Hermione demanded, with a strong tone, "we we've been trying to talk to you" She sounded hurt.

Looking to her, I gave my best apologetic look, coming up with a quick lie, "I was wrapped up in studying for my exams, and processing my family drama" Which wasn't entirely a lie, I was studying, but I was avoiding them. "I guess I got to far stuck in my own mind."

"Have you seen Malfoy?" Harry asked, worry in his tone.

I nodded, "Ran that way in some sort of hurry, seemed like he ran out of Hagrids place, I suppose he caught sight of something he shouldn't?" I presumed.

Ron then answered, "He saw saw Hagrid's dragon hatch." I had to stop walking, not believing what I heard, as Ron went on to explain, "He got an egg awhile ago, won it in a game of cards or something like that, and it hatched today, it's a Norwegian Rideback, he's named him Nobert, still not sure why that of all names"

I then started walking slowly, "He should get rid of it, assuming Malfoy doesn't go ratting any of you out."

"How would he get rid of it?" Ron questioned, like the dunderhead he was.

Thankfully Hermione answered, not being daft, "You cousin Ron, we should write him a letter, and try to convince Hagrid to let your brother take him to take Nobert, before he get's fired"

We then came to a stop, I had to turn down a hall towards the office of the professor, while they were to go straight. I nodded, "I'll keep my ears on Malfoy, if he goes to tell someone, I'll let you guys know. While in that time, Ron write your brother, try to set up a time for him to come get the dragon, and we all will somehow talk Hagrid into giving up the dragon, hopefully before we get caught" I informed them, giving the plan, then turned down walking towards the dungeons.

Walking out of Xylomancy with Lilly. Who knew there was enough about the topic to write a five page essay. A simple class, that relied on reading twigs. But it happened. Not sure how, but it did. Now I knew for sure I wouldn't go on in the class, or go through any study that related to it. It was a waste. How could a burning twig tell me what's going to happen, had happen or pass of any useful information? It's just a stick. How would it pass wisdom, aside from the obvious, it's a stick that was thrown into fire? Stupid. Pointless.

Waving off Lilly, whom had another class, I walked towards my next class, defense against the dark arts. Quirrell. Voldemort. The irony, that Dumbledore had no bloody clue that the dark lord himself was piratically apart of the class.

" , are you prepared for your mid-term today?" My blood nearly froze, as my hair stood up. As I finally noticed the devil, or devils? I still wasn't sure how to describe them. They, were next to me. Quirrell Had taken pace with me, using a low tone so only I could hear him, not stuttering. I started feeling the numbness in the back of my mind. What I would give to have anyone with me, I'd settle for Pansy if needed, anyone was better then walking next to this person, or people? "We are two souls, in one body Ravenclaw" He stated, informing me of the status.

I rolled my eyes giving a retort, "you don't say. How would I even have been able to figure out that pretty obvious fact." my bitter sarcasm dripping from my lips like kerosene. I wanted him, I wanted them both to know, to feel my displeasure. As I cleared my mind, refusing to give anything else up. I thought instead of the empty night sky.

"Watch your mouth girl, you should feel privileged just to have your life" he hissed, going on, "Not many survive, let alone are spared, from the dark lords wrath.

I couldn't help but to chuckle, "Aside from babies it'd seem, wasn't Harry Potter just a few months old when he brought your oh so dark lord down. Now remind me, how is the dark lord doing currently?" I made sure to mock Voldemort, knowing he could likely hear me. I wanted him to feel angry. As angry, as frustrated as I was. He couldn't do anything to me currently, as I couldn't tell anyone about him. I then picked up my pace slightly, not wanting to be in their presence any longer. Thankfully, we were just around the corner from the classroom. Walking in I ignored him, picking up his own speed. Once he crossed the threshold, entering the classroom, his entire physic changed, back to his timid weak self.

The exam was fairly easy, all that we needed to do was explain the three spell categories learned. Jinx's the first and lowest level of dark spells, more of a way to irritate the target. Hex's the second classification, they cause longer lasting damage. While curses, the third and final classification of the dark arts; the darkest and most dangerous of the three, which cause severe harm and can potentially kill the target. I knew most of this prior to come to the school, having only used one curse once in my life. While also suffering from the curse, and almost being killed by one. Thank god for Cedric and Capone.

Sadly, I couldn't just get up and leave the classroom, as we were all to remain seated while the exams are going on. I was stuck here, in the quiet. I had left Capone in my room, not wanting to be accused of cheating, not sure how I would cheat with him, but without a doubt someone would come up with some ridiculous story accusing me. The numbing feeling in the back of my head was still there, growing a bit worse as time had passed. Looking up I noticed Quirrell was looking in my direction. Could I make a fake memory, one that would harm him? Perhaps, I could imagine a story I've read? An interesting theory, now to put it to action. I assumed he, or they were aware of what I was going to try, they didn't stop staring, however the numbness in my head subsided a bit, as if giving me permission to go through with my little experiment. I had decided to go with the story of the Corvus constellation.

A bird that originally had white feathers, I could imagine the way he looked. being a large bird, up to 21 inches, from his beak to his tail. Colored like a dove would be, but prettier. White, soft looking feathers that seemed to shine like a light from heaven. With a matching black beak that was perfectly curved at the end, with black legs and feet to match. While it's eyes were golden orbs, to observe its surroundings. Corvus a brilliant white crow, once sacred to his creator, Apollo, the Greek god. Whom had created Corvus to keep an eye on one of Apollos lovers, Coronis, whom was pregnant. The lover had gradually lost interest in Apollo, falling in love with a mortal man, who went by the name, Ischys. Corvus, being the loyal creature he was, once he saw to affair happening, doing is job, his reason for existing, he went and reported the affair to Apollo. The god, rather than thank the loyal creature, was in so much rage, for Corvus not stopping the affair. so enraged Apollo had cursed the gorgeous heavenly bird, by setting the white creature on fire. It's white feathers then changed to scorched black feathers. While Apollo went on a rampage, Corvus had flown away, likely in pain, fear and hatred. Finding himself friends with a serpent.

I couldn't help but relate to Corvus, in some aspect. My father being Apollo, who was scorching my feathers, for something I had no control over, rather then for an affair, I've been burned for my house placement, for not being in Ravenclaw. I smiled a bit, perhaps I'm not a raven, but perhaps I was a crow. Now I find myself surrounded by snakes, as I sit with them in their house. I let out a sigh at the thoughts. Forgetting my entire reason for imagining the story. Just laying my head down on my arms, feeling empathy with the mythical bird.