𝐓𝐎 𝐃𝐄𝐅𝐄𝐀𝐓 𝐌𝐎𝐍𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐒:
"I am Slytherin, Harry Potter. I have always been just that, even before you knew that there was magic running deep inside of you. If you believe for one moment that I am anything less than capable of doing unforg...
Andromeda was not telling Draco anything and he was ready to blow a fuse. Ever since she returned from meeting with Slughorn, she'd been acting differently. Unfortunately for her, Draco knew her better than that by now. Her dismissive and distant attitude toward him meant that Slughorn told her something she hadn't wanted to hear―or, perhaps, something true that she didn't believe―and rather than hearing Draco agree with it (or provide rational understanding) she shut him out in all her stubborn, frustrating glory. He truly hated her sometimes.
Their exchange was cut short when the evening mail came, the Daily Prophet and other miscellaneous packages landing on the dining tables of every House as they scrambled to pick it out of their food. Mia knew something was wrong instantly. The twitch in her muscles told her that eyes were suddenly boring into her back, and she sat up straighter. She turned to look in the direction of the Evening Prophet Daphne had in her hands. The blonde girl sat down quietly, staring at the paper. Blaise stopped eating suddenly when he saw the front page, his gaze flickering over to Mia and Theodore.
"What?" she gritted out through a clenched jaw. "What is it?"
The sounds of whispering got louder behind them. Theodore's eyes narrowed on Daphne, who was now refusing to look at him, her eyes welling up with tears. "Daphne. What's wrong?"
Mia had had enough of the secrecy and lunged forward, quickly ripping the Prophet out of Daphne's hands before she even had the chance to keep it away. Theo leaned up against her shoulder, the two of them looking at the front page at the same time.
"I'm so sorry."
Her eyes traced over the words a million times, never managing to get to the end before she was rereading the sentences over and over again. Then, a sickening feeling erupted in her gut and she felt the urge to vomit, pushing herself up from the table and leaving the paper behind. She hadn't realized her fingers were secured tightly to the robes of Theodore until he was being yanked up, blanched and cold to the touch as he refused to let go of the Daily Prophet.
Draco watched the faces of Theo and Mia morph from frustration to a gut-wrenching horror that he would never forget―the way her fingers clutched on Theodore, hands turning white as a ghost as they traced every word―and when she finally looked up, Draco had to remember that too. Mia was up and out of her seat in seconds, Theodore stumbling to his feet directly after her, lost in a daze until he dropped the Daily Prophet completely. Draco instantly reached for it, his eyes traveling over the Prophet quickly, and then his blood turned cold.
THE EVENING PROPHET
Edited by: Corvelius Vaisey
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