Chapter 407 - Hex Zapper (2/2)
Rowan warily remains behind as everyone streams out and leaves her alone with Professor Lye. ”Is there something you needed, Professor?” Rowan asked.
”I noticed that you were staring at me very intently during the entire duration of the lesson,” Professor Lye said as he took a seat at his desk. ”Was it because of the hex I cast on you?”
Rowan doesn't reply as Professor Lye waves his hand at her. ”There is no need to reply, we both know I used a nasty hex on you, while the rest of them had low-level hexes cast on them. It wasn't my intention to be cruel for it was merely my intention to test your control, Miss Prince. I merely wished to test how far that prowess had gone as your brother is more powerful than yourself.”
”Is that all, professor?” Rowan asked.
”That will be all, Miss Prince,” Professor Lye said. ”No, go on your merry way. No doubt you have plenty of studying and homework to complete.”
Rowan merely nods her head, before making her way to the library. On her way there, she spots Quyen Crowley coming up from Potions. ”Crowley, a word, please,” Rowan loudly said.
Hortense Sicca and Gertrude Fowl sneer at Rowan, but Quyen Crowley says, ”I'll see the both of you in the study hall.” The two girls glared at Rowan, before marching arm in arm to the study hall down the corridor.
”Well, what do you want?” Quyen Crowley grumbled in her usual nasally voice, before tossing her thick, wavy hair over her shoulder in a dismissive gesture. She still had to keep up appearances despite being on much friendlier terms with Rowan Prince, after having sat together for a short period of time at the start of the school year.
”Pettigrew asked me to give this to you,” Rowan drily replied as she handed the wrapped gift over to Crowley.
Quyen tries to hide her eagerness but fails miserably as she happily accepts the gift. ”Wait, is this a trick?” Quyen suspiciously asked, after her Slytherin instincts reared up.
”Crowley, no matter how much I dislike you, I'd never do that to Peter,” Rowan truthfully answered. ”As strange as it is, the of us tend to be good friends most of the time. And for whatever reason he likes you and you like him. It's not any of my business as I'm not the one who's going to end up marrying you. So, I'm fairly certain I can stand to live with the idea provided, we don't have to chat for prolonged periods of time.”
”The feelings mutual, Prince,” Quyen said with a trace of respect in her eyes.
The two nod their heads at each other before each goes their own way. For the two girls would never really like each other but for Pettigrew's sake, they could learn to be civil. And what was what really counted in the end might serve to prove the love of a girlfriend and that of a true friend.