Chapter Two
Hogwarts. I missed it. There’s no point in saying otherwise.
The opening feast went by uneventfully; as usual.
When the feast was over everyone dispersed to their appropriate common rooms. I love being in Slytherin, but our common room bites. We’re in the dungeons, the coldest part of the castle. I hate the cold.
I always get the seat closest to the fire. Actually, Malfoy and I fight over it all the time, but I usually get it.
I went straight to it without a problem this time, and Paige, Lucy, Blaise, and Nott all sat in the couches and chairs closest to me.
They laughed and talked for a long time and I let in an appropriate chuckle here and there, but I wasn’t really into the conversation.
I was staring at the fire. I love fire. I’m not a pyro, but I love looking at fire…when it’s contained in a little fireplace like this one.
Blaise noticed I wasn’t paying attention to the conversation. He was sitting the closest to me.
“You ok, Lexy?” he asked quietly while everyone else was laughing and not paying attention.
“Mhmm.” I smiled. “Just a bit tired.”
He nodded his head in understanding then went back to their conversation.
Slowly everyone went to bed.
Paige and Blaise were the last ones up.
“Night.” Blaise gave a slight wave then went upstairs and Paige looked at me.
“Are you coming?” she asked.
I stretched and yawned. “In a minute.” I smiled at her.
“Okay.” She said like I was crazy for staying in the common room by myself. She left and I continued my stare into the dancing flames.
Maybe ten minutes had gone by when I heard footsteps.
I still didn’t avert my gaze from the flames.
The door to the boys dorms opened and somebody walked out. I couldn’t see who it was because my back was toward them.
“Oh, it’s you.” He said like he was relieved.
“Malfoy.” I nodded curtly.
“Can I borrow Chester?” he asked referring to my pet owl I had bought when I was eleven.
“Why?” I asked pleasantly.
“I already sent Night to the owlery.” Night was his black hawk. I know, you’d never think Malfoy to name something of his ‘Night.’
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