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993 words | Tag: Sura | Note: had fun writing this XDD
He couldn’t believe he had forgotten his History of Magic essay. The professor had given a very long homework for them to do. Most importantly, it was due the next day. Hence, instead of having a good time in the Great Hall, he had to sit in the common room. Actually, he already had a part of it written but he was too focused on other things that he forgot to continue it since then.
Smoothing the scroll on the small table in front of the fire place, Virgil placed a notebook on the top of it to prevent the paper from moving. The thick textbook placed on his lap, opened to the chapter named ‘Raise of Gellert Grindelwald’ He leaned backward to rest his back on the green lounge he was sitting on as he re-read what he had written. The flickering fire, while giving him a good enough light, didn’t make the Slytherin common room any less cold looking. Dipping the tip of his quill pen into the ink pot, he began writing, totally absorbed in his work. He was the only one left in the room. The only sound was from his own hands flipping the papers of the book.
Good thing in this year they had moved to the more recent story of the Wizarding World, which meant would be easier for him to do. He wasn’t a fan of History classes, however. Not when his teacher was a ghost with the most boring teaching methods ever. He always had to try his best to stay awake the whole time, just to write some important events down. Truthfully, if he didn’t want to become the Ministry of Magic, he wouldn’t have chosen it for his N.E.W.T. After all, a Minister needed to understand everything about the world he controlled. The best way was to learn through the history.
Time flew by pretty fast now that he was so focused on writing. He ignored the sound of the other Slytherins coming back from their dinner. They too, ignored him. It was for the best they did so. He didn’t want any disturbance at that time. After the History essay, he also had Transfiguration to do. The other essay wasn’t supposed to be done that night, but he wanted to finish it too, for he needed free time for his own things. After a long while, seemed like two or three hours, he rolled up the first parchment and attempted to work on the next one. Though he decided a little break should help. His eyes were getting a bit dozy.
Eyeing around the room, it had gotten a lot livelier now that his housemates had returned. The older ones were chatting among their own groups or were doing the very same thing he had been doing since the early evening. Some younger ones, about second or third year, were arguing over whether one of them cheated in their board game while the others were away. At the corner, some first years were being threatened by a large looking one, who he recognized as a seventh year.
‘Pathetic.’
Virgil thought, rolling his eyes in a bored way. He always hated that side of the Slytherin members. They tended to pick on people smaller than them, which he would never do. Seriously, were they that weak they had to rob stuffs from eleven year old kids? Standing up from his seat, he gathered his belongings into his school bag then went to put them inside his room. The last thing he wanted was to have his school bag stolen by some greedy bastards.
That done, he decided he should have a little walk for to stretch some muscles. On his way, he accidentally hit a bottle of Firewhiskey someone left on the floor, which rolled behind the seventh year Slytherin, who was turning on his heel to walk away from the kids with their money in his hands, which tripped him as he stepped on it and fell face flat on the ground. Laughter burst the common room while the first years got their money back and ran away. How unfortunate Virgil had missed the hilarity it brought, for he already was strolling along the dungeon corridor, a bit far away from the room.
The sixth year boy stopped mid-way. Now that he thought of it, he didn’t know where to go. Curfew was only an hour away so going to the library was not an option. And the supper already ended. Speaking of supper… His stomach growled. He had only a little during lunch time so now it was striking for food. Scratching behind his neck lazily, he knew there was only one thing he could do now. It was a blessing the Slytheron house was in the dungeon, where the kitchen was also located. He had been there a few times when he was hungry while returning to the bed after spending hours wandering the Forbidden Forrest at midnight. It was a surprise discovery actually. He found it while looking for a place to hide from a prefect. The house-elves never seemed to care why he was there that late, even gave him lots of food.
He checked around to see if anyone was coming his way before turning the corner leading to the kitchen. It didn’t take long until he saw the hallway full of food drawings. He quickly found the picture of a fruit bowl and scratched on the pearl. It giggled then turned into a door knob. Cautiously turning the door handle, he checked his surrounding again before peeking in.
Not like his expectation, he saw someone standing inside with the house elves. Probably another student, he hadn’t seen any teacher with that look before. Startling a bit, he slowly pulled the door to close it. The world seemed to hate him. The door creaked loudly. So loud he was afraid the sound reached the other corridors.
Smoothing the scroll on the small table in front of the fire place, Virgil placed a notebook on the top of it to prevent the paper from moving. The thick textbook placed on his lap, opened to the chapter named ‘Raise of Gellert Grindelwald’ He leaned backward to rest his back on the green lounge he was sitting on as he re-read what he had written. The flickering fire, while giving him a good enough light, didn’t make the Slytherin common room any less cold looking. Dipping the tip of his quill pen into the ink pot, he began writing, totally absorbed in his work. He was the only one left in the room. The only sound was from his own hands flipping the papers of the book.
Good thing in this year they had moved to the more recent story of the Wizarding World, which meant would be easier for him to do. He wasn’t a fan of History classes, however. Not when his teacher was a ghost with the most boring teaching methods ever. He always had to try his best to stay awake the whole time, just to write some important events down. Truthfully, if he didn’t want to become the Ministry of Magic, he wouldn’t have chosen it for his N.E.W.T. After all, a Minister needed to understand everything about the world he controlled. The best way was to learn through the history.
Time flew by pretty fast now that he was so focused on writing. He ignored the sound of the other Slytherins coming back from their dinner. They too, ignored him. It was for the best they did so. He didn’t want any disturbance at that time. After the History essay, he also had Transfiguration to do. The other essay wasn’t supposed to be done that night, but he wanted to finish it too, for he needed free time for his own things. After a long while, seemed like two or three hours, he rolled up the first parchment and attempted to work on the next one. Though he decided a little break should help. His eyes were getting a bit dozy.
Eyeing around the room, it had gotten a lot livelier now that his housemates had returned. The older ones were chatting among their own groups or were doing the very same thing he had been doing since the early evening. Some younger ones, about second or third year, were arguing over whether one of them cheated in their board game while the others were away. At the corner, some first years were being threatened by a large looking one, who he recognized as a seventh year.
‘Pathetic.’
Virgil thought, rolling his eyes in a bored way. He always hated that side of the Slytherin members. They tended to pick on people smaller than them, which he would never do. Seriously, were they that weak they had to rob stuffs from eleven year old kids? Standing up from his seat, he gathered his belongings into his school bag then went to put them inside his room. The last thing he wanted was to have his school bag stolen by some greedy bastards.
That done, he decided he should have a little walk for to stretch some muscles. On his way, he accidentally hit a bottle of Firewhiskey someone left on the floor, which rolled behind the seventh year Slytherin, who was turning on his heel to walk away from the kids with their money in his hands, which tripped him as he stepped on it and fell face flat on the ground. Laughter burst the common room while the first years got their money back and ran away. How unfortunate Virgil had missed the hilarity it brought, for he already was strolling along the dungeon corridor, a bit far away from the room.
The sixth year boy stopped mid-way. Now that he thought of it, he didn’t know where to go. Curfew was only an hour away so going to the library was not an option. And the supper already ended. Speaking of supper… His stomach growled. He had only a little during lunch time so now it was striking for food. Scratching behind his neck lazily, he knew there was only one thing he could do now. It was a blessing the Slytheron house was in the dungeon, where the kitchen was also located. He had been there a few times when he was hungry while returning to the bed after spending hours wandering the Forbidden Forrest at midnight. It was a surprise discovery actually. He found it while looking for a place to hide from a prefect. The house-elves never seemed to care why he was there that late, even gave him lots of food.
He checked around to see if anyone was coming his way before turning the corner leading to the kitchen. It didn’t take long until he saw the hallway full of food drawings. He quickly found the picture of a fruit bowl and scratched on the pearl. It giggled then turned into a door knob. Cautiously turning the door handle, he checked his surrounding again before peeking in.
Not like his expectation, he saw someone standing inside with the house elves. Probably another student, he hadn’t seen any teacher with that look before. Startling a bit, he slowly pulled the door to close it. The world seemed to hate him. The door creaked loudly. So loud he was afraid the sound reached the other corridors.
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