𝐀𝐈𝐌 𝐎𝐍 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐌𝐘𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐘┊ᴴᵃʳʳʸ ᴾᵒᵗᵗᵉʳ

37 ✥ 𝚃𝚑𝚎 𝙶𝚛𝚒𝚖𝚢 𝙶𝚛𝚒𝚖

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❝ I thought she drank something else mixed with the tea but she isn't drunk ❞

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𝖂HEN 𝕮RYSTAL, Harry, Ron, and Hermione entered the Great Hall for breakfast the next day, the first thing they saw was Draco Malfoy, who seemed to be entertaining a large group of Slytherins with a very funny story.

As they passed by, Malfoy did a ridiculous impression of a swooning fit and there was a roar of laughter. Crystal just walked by without even looking at them.

“Ignore him,” said Hermione, who was right behind Harry. “Just ignore him, it’s not worth it... ”

“Hey, Potter! Calisto!” shrieked Pansy Parkinson, a Slytherin girl with a face like a pug. “Calisto! The dementors are coming! Potter, Woooooooo--- ”

The Slytherin table suddenly went silent as if they saw someone drop dead in front of them. Harry, Hermione and Ron, with perplexed expressions, looked in the direction where Malfoy and his friends were looking and were equally stunned when they saw Crystal just giving them a blank emotionless stare which made a chill run down even their spine, it was as good as an icy blizzard passed by.

They made a mental note, not to make Crystal angry ever, or it would not be a volcano bursting but an uncontrollable blizzard of ice that freeze them.

The silent ones are the most violent ones when provoked. They bottle themselves up to the brim and when they reach their limit, they explode. Harry came to understand Crystal at least this much over two years of their time together and closely observed her as she'd never got so much angry. The problem was no one just know her limit because nothing seemed to faze her.

Except when blowing her aunt, Crystal never showed an ounce of anger on her face. She dealt with people with a calm composure like it was her everyday job but her calm demeanour does cracks a bit when Harry tries something out of her box.

Crystal turned away and continued on her way before dropping into a seat at the Gryffindor table where Zachary and the twins sat. Harry took a seat beside her.

“Hey, Crysie! New third-year course schedules,” said George, passing them over. “What’s up with you, Harry?”

“Malfoy,” said Ron, sitting down on George’s other side and glaring over at the Slytherin table.

George looked up in time to see Malfoy pretending to faint with terror again behind Crystal's back.

“That little git,” he said calmly. “He wasn’t so cocky last night when the dementors were down at our end of the train. Came running into our compartment, didn’t he, Fred?”

“Nearly wet himself,” said Fred, with a contemptuous glance at Malfoy.

“I wasn’t too happy myself,” said George. “They’re horrible things, those dementors. . .”

“Sort of freeze your insides, don’t they?” said Zachary.

“You didn’t pass out, though, did you?” said Harry in a low voice.

"Seriously, Harry, you're still on that?" said Crystal turning the page of her newspaper, "Everyone is built differently. So what if you pass out, it doesn't matter and no one cares as much about it as you are doing,"

"I bet Malfoy would pass out too, Harry!" Fred said, with a laugh.

“Yeah, forget it, Harry,” said George bracingly. “Dad had to go out to Azkaban one time, remember, Fred? And he said it was the worst place he’d ever been, he came back all weak and shaking. . . They suck the happiness out of a place, dementors. Most of the prisoners go mad in there,”