83 Dark Green (1/2)
The moment Arth and Hermione realized what they were facing, they paled and groaned.
”That's such bullshit.”
”...this is impossible. How are we supposed to beat that?”
”It isn't, especially not us. Maybe Dumbledore could do something but not two little second years.”
”Couldn't we tell a teacher?”
”I mean we could however, we don't have proof and we don't even know how to get the chamber. All we can say is what the monster is. And then what? We'll just end up causing the school to shut down.”
”Oh you're right. That wouldn't be good.”
”And that is why we are going to tell the teachers.”
”What! Why?”
Arth silently stared at the book I'm his hand with a serious face.
”I believe that it is better to protect lives by shutting down the school then risk more lives by being selfish.”
”Arth...”
Arth sighed.
”I'm going to God damn miss the turkey legs.”
Hermione gave a hollow laugh.
”How can you say that in this situation.”
”What are you two talking about?”
A sixth year girl who was sitting to the left of them had come over to talk.
”I'm sorry, I just couldn't help but overhear your conversations and I had to come over to talk.”
She held out her hand towards Arth.
”Penelope, Penelope Clearwater.”
”Arthur Kingscrown.”
”Hermione Granger.”
”Yes I heard of you, especially you,” she said while giving a glance at Arth.
”Yes, I would reckon.” Said Arth dryly.
”So can you repeat what you said once more?”
”Sure, however all of it is on this page. The rest is self explanatory.”
Arth showed her the book in his hand and Penelope paled in fear and shock.
”Are you trying to say that-”
”Yes I am, which means that all of us are close to death.”
”Oh my god, you are going to tell the teachers right?”
”Yes.”
”Great.”
Arth felt a tingle down his spine. His instincts screamed that something or someone was near.
And it did not have friendly intentions.
”... does it seem a little too quiet here?” Asked Arth in a quiet voice.
”I mean most of the students are at the quidditch match so I reckon that it would be.” Replied Penelope.
Arth groaned.
”And here we are in a library all alone in a quiet library.”
”...are you saying that we might get attacked?”