Wow!

The tendons and veins began popping out in his fists. I swore another vein was pulsing in his forehead. Before this day, I thought I’d seen him at his angriest. This bested the last time... until the day he tries to hit me, this would probably be his best.

Is that foreshadowing I see? hmmmmm

“Uh, Rosa...”

“What?” I snapped and turned around.

She held up a picture frame that looked metallic and had been designed to have hearts built onto the top left-hand corner and the bottom right-hand corner. It was part of the frame; not just glued on. It was the photo inside that shocked me.

It was all my close friends from Beauxbatons, our ‘Franglais’ mix with Clémence, Jolie, Evelyn, Janelle, and Perri. They were standing in front of Beauxbatons, laughing and dancing around, waving towards the photographer that took the picture.

The ink bottle fell from my hand, shattering on the stone ground by my feet.

Excellent! But is this an example of Malfoy doing something for someone else? I honestly didn't think that was possible! Excellent stuff!