Chapter 118 - ??? Ghoul Studies (1/2)
Potions would have been relatively uneventful if not for the cold war going on between Rowan, Severus and her friends and that of Sirius. Needless to say, it had been rather awkward in particularly for Pettigrew, who suddenly found himself on the other side of the fence with Lupin. And it's quite difficult to brew properly when one is distracted. As a result, Pettigrew caused his cauldron to explode and was sent to the infirmary with dozens of blisters.
After lunch, Charms went by much better as Professor Flitwick had begun teaching them a new charm. With a sigh of relief, the Slytherins gathered their things as Terry said, ”Well, that's finally it for the day. I'm going to go and fly for a bit for fun. Coming, Sev?”
”Mm, Grandpa bought me a Silver Comet, I'd like to fly around for some fun too,” Severus happily said in agreement. Silvia sighed sadly in envy as she knew she had music next with Bethanie and Tiffany. Keeping a firm grip on Silvia lest she skips the next class, Bethanie dragged the reluctant figure behind her all the while, Tiffany snickered behind them.
”Well, I'll see you both for dinner,” Rowan said as she grabbed her things and headed off to Ghoul Studies leaving the two boys excitedly discussing their flying route.
Heading down to Serpentine corridor on the same floor, Rowan pauses as she finds a group of 5th-year girls pointing at her. Frowning she ignored the older girls as the leader a slightly plump girl with a sulky expression loudly says, ”Well, I heard that Sirius Black and Rowan Prince had a lover's spat.”
Refraining from rolling her eyes, Rowan sighs as the girl's face pops into her mind, Bertha Jorkins, a nosy gossip girl that would one day work at the prophet and ultimately be killed by Riddle. Raising an eyebrow, Rowan says, ”Bertha Jorkins, I thought Ravenclaws were all about getting their facts straight. It would seem that you're not very knowledgeable, to say the least.”
The 5th year girls behind Bertha burst into laughter as Bertha flushes with furry. ”You just wait, Rowan Prince! The Hogwarts News will expose you!” Bertha Jorkins shrieked before marching off with the snickering girls trailing behind her.
Sighing, Rowan curses her luck to almost run into a tiny wispy looking witch, Malfada Hopkirk, a stickler for rules and future Commander-in-Chief of the Improper Use of Magic Office. ”Watch were you're going!” Malfada snapped.
Rowan gaped at finding herself taller than the 7th year witch. Too much in shock, Rowan faintly says, ”Sorry.” Sniffing Malfada marched away with her head held high leaving Rowan still blinking dumbly for a moment. Shaking her head, Rowan snapped out of it and hurried on her way lest she bumps into any other unpleasant individuals.
The classroom is largely empty except for five Ravenclaws and two Gryffindor boys. Rowan takes a seat a bit of a distance away as she pulls out her school supplies and textbook, The Treatise on Ghouls, Ghosts and Poltergeists by Sebastian Strange. Before she is finished, someone takes a seat next to her as she glances up in surprise the smiling blond figure of Pandora Ravine. ”I hope you don't mind,” Pandora said as she began to pull out her own supplies.
”Not at all,” Rowan honestly replied. ”It's nice to see at least one familiar face, but you didn't have too.”
”It's okay, I don't much like the other Ravenclaws,” Pandora impishly said as she turned around and glared at the staring Ravenclaws. Before turning back around and chattering about their shared Goblin class.
”I hope that you are all ready to learn,” a cheerful booming voice said causing them all turn to face the figure in the doorway, Professor Kettleburn. As usual, his gray hair is messily stuck up like a bird's nest. His rugged brown eyes are full of his energy with a glistening, pearly white smile quite the contrast against his rugged, rough tanned skin. Slightly limping on his wooden right peg leg, he carries a stack of photographs in his enchanted silver hand.
”Yes, Professor,” the nine students chimed.