The Triwizard Tournament {Repost}

[spirit_queen]

"I don't fancy expulsion," Wendy shuddered. "So I'll stay quiet. In this one instance, at least, I can be trusted to look out for my future."

[Miranda_]

"I'll see you around," Draven said. "I have to go to the library, then I've got Potions."

[spirit_queen]

"Bye," Wendy said, before skipping off.

[Miranda_]

Draven walked slowly off in the other direction. His mind was full of the challenge which he'd soon be facing; dragons, and having to get past one to get the golden egg. What could he do to fight a dragon? All he'd have for this would be his wand. Draven thought of the library; in there, there must be books on dragons. If he read up on them, then he might stand a chance. He had forty minutes before his next lesson, but there would be plenty of chances to visit the library before the task.

Professor Slughorn taught Potions and was also the Head of Slytherin house. He had a private club, a small clique of favoured students who he'd handpicked for various reasons and held private gatherings for on occasion. Draven was one of these, and had been even before he'd been announced as Hogwarts Champion, due to his connection with Salazar Slytherin thru his mother's side. Draven didn't much like the gatherings and got out of as many as he could with the excuse of having to study.

[spirit_queen]

Wendy, who was also in this club, usually brought sweets with her to snack on. This was another such time.

[Miranda_]

The next club gathering was that night. Draven reluctantly went along; he'd finished all his homework and had no excuse for not being there.

[spirit_queen]

Wendy saw Draven and smiled at him, but that was quite normal for her, anyways; she would never hint that there was some sort of deeper connection. She wanted no speculation.

[Miranda_]

Draven, typically, scowled. "This is such a waste of time," he muttered. "I could be in the library right now."

[spirit_queen]

Wendy carefully yet casually looked around to make sure no one was around to pay them any mind, then sad in a low voice, "I could always tell you the best books on dragons in the library, make you a list; last ear, I read up on them. I don't remember all the details form my reading and stuff, but I remember which books were the clearest and most details and things like that."

She kept walking casually as she said this, and kept her tone sort of off-hand, as if she were discussing something of little importance; she'd learned that if you behave casually like this, like you weren't hiding something, people rarely paid you any mind. Why should they? Most of the time, the thought you were discussing something unimportant, having some sort of small-talk.

[Miranda_]

"I suppose that might save time," Draven said, ungraciously. "All this, and OWLs too. And my parents are going to visit tomorrow. Maybe I'll go to the library then."