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50| Malfoy the Wise

''𝙏𝙝𝙚 𝙙𝙖𝙧𝙠𝙚𝙨𝙩 𝙥𝙡𝙖𝙘𝙚𝙨 𝙖𝙡𝙬𝙖𝙮𝙨 𝙨𝙚𝙚𝙢 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙗𝙧𝙞𝙜𝙝𝙩𝙚𝙨𝙩.''

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𝗢𝗹𝗶𝘃𝗲𝗿 𝗯𝗿𝗼𝘂𝗴𝗵𝘁 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝗚𝗿𝘆𝗳𝗳𝗶𝗻𝗱𝗼𝗿 𝗤𝘂𝗶𝗱𝗱𝗶𝘁𝗰𝗵 𝗧𝗲𝗮𝗺 𝘁𝗼𝗴𝗲𝘁𝗵𝗲𝗿 𝗳𝗼𝗿 𝗮 𝘀𝗺𝗮𝗹𝗹 𝗺𝗲𝗲𝘁𝗶𝗻𝗴. He had talked about new tactics that he wanted to try for the next game, seeing as we needed new ones or else we'd be too predictable. He never liked being predictable, since it lowers his chances at getting the house cup. 

After the meeting we all split ways, Oliver accompanied me around the corridors for a few though. He asked how I was doing, with the scar and in general. I told him it was fine, that it was a part of me now and I had to deal with it. I could tell, he still felt bad even if he hadn't told me. 

We laughed for a while, telling each other stories about before we came to Hogwarts. He got a lot of stories about Dudley, who he had just been told was Harry's cousin. He said that he wanted to meet Dudley, the muggle-born, seeing his idiotic ways in-person. Maybe he could after third year, when I take the Gryffindor's on their road trip.

Oliver also asked how many people were tagging along on the road trip. I can tell you this, way more then there was for the Slytherin's. At the moment we have, Oliver, George, Fred, Seamus, Dean, Neville, Hermione, Harry , Ron and Ginny. All those people including myself and Stan, would be twelve.  

Let's just hope that none of us get lost. 

Before I had split ways with Oliver, he gave me a letter that was stuffed in his pocket. Cautiously, I had taken it. He seen how weary I took the letter, since the incident with Greyback, it's not the best sight. Though, Oliver reassured me that it wasn't anything to do with Greyback. I didn't know how he knew that unless he read it, but the letter was completely sealed. 

Apparently, Marcus just wanted to talk to me in the Room of Requirement. Why couldn't he just come by and drag me away like he usually does? In the dramatic, come and go scenario that he always does. Though I guess it's a nice change of pace for once, not running around with me being pulled behind him, looking like someone suspicious.

Making my way down many corridors, and up a few staircases, I looked for the familiar door. A couple paintings looked at me weird, or just watched as I went along. It always felt weird being watched all the time, but now it seems completely normal. I wonder how they would react to seeing a muggle picture? Trying to talk to it when all it does it sit and stare, in the same position all the time.

A rumbling noise came along with the door that had rusted metal engravings. Looking left and then right, I opened the door and walked inside, closing the door quietly behind me. The Room of Requirement was currently put as the library where I would come and get away from the people of the school. 

The bookshelves reached towards the ceiling, all filled with books and some sculptures. Smiling at the sight, I forgot what I originally came here for. 

''Hello to you too, Muggle.'' Flint greeted, leaning against the end of a bookshelf with his arms crossed. I playfully rolled my eyes at him. 

'''Hello, Marcus.'' He groaned at the name and the smug face I had given him afterwards. ''What'd you ask me here for?'' I asked, going around a bookshelf to look at the new books . My fingers ran along the spines, dust collecting against my finger tips. 

''Just wanted to make sure you weren't dead yet.'' He stated casually, pushing himself off the end of the bookshelf and approaching me from the other side.