parseltongue; #34

Sighing, Esme settled down in one of the chairs by the common room fire so that she could get some studying in. OWLs were taking place at the end of term and that meant a lot of reading; something that was far from her favourite thing. At least Juno was there so that she had company.

Flipping through the textbook, her eyes landed on a passage about Harry Potter. Not surprising since this was a book on famous twentieth century wizards.

“Do you ever wonder what it would be like to speak Parseltongue?” she mused out loud to her sister.