Quietus
“Quietus!” Hermione said, her voice turning back to normal from the magnified one a couple of seconds ago. At times of utter chaos like this, she needed a loud voice to be heard over her rambunctious class. Students—she swore they grew rowdier and rowdier every year.
A deep but familiar voice pierced the room that was dying down. “Yes, you should listen to Miss Granger there. She is a very intelligent individual. It would benefit you a lot to pay attention in class.”
All heads turned to see the speaker. The well-known pointed features greeted them.
“Well said by Mr. Draco Malfoy of the Ministry of Magic,” Hermione told her class, not looking at him. She still hadn’t spoken to him since the last battle. Instead, she turned to the chalkboard and waved her wand for instructions to appear.
When she peered back at the doorway, he was gone. Whispering followed, mainly by the female population of the class.
“You knew him?” one student asked in awe, her eyes large and quill in mid air.
Hermione sighed and turned back to the class from the board, trying to refuse old memories from flooding back. “Yes, I’m afraid I did.”
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