37 Remembrall (1/2)

The day ended without much incidences after potion class and, as of now, Draco and Casimir were walking together back to their rooms down in the dungeons.

As they reached the common room, Draco slumped down on a chair in exhaustion while, Casimir walked towards a wall where he noticed a parchment hanging on it.

”This day has been needlessly exhausting! Hopefully, we won't get any other joint classes with the Gryffindors.” Draco groaned.

”... We have flying classes with the Gryffindors on Thursdays.” Casimir informed, pointing towards the parchment on the wall. It turned out to be an announcement for the change in schedules of the first years.

”I just jinxed myself, didn't I?” Draco grumbled as he stood up, grumpily trudging towards the room he and Casimir shared.

...

Soon enough, Thursday arrived. On this morning, the group had just finished eating breakfast and Draco was currently in the process of opening the package of sweets he had just received from his mother.

”Come on! Just once! Just this one time!” Draco insisted, trying to shove a piece of chocolate into Casimir's mouth.

”Nope!” Casimir stared in horror at the chocolate on Draco's hand. ”You know I hate that stuff!”

”If you still consider us as friends, then, you will eat this chocolate!” Draco haughtily declared, using the chocolate as a weapon.

”For Melecrit's sake, Draco! That's just a piece of chocolate!” Casimir stated helplessly, looking towards Theodore for help but, the other boy just averted his eyes, pretending to not know the two people beside him, his expression seeming to say 'you're on your own bro'.

Knowing that he had been abandoned, Casimir gave up. ”Fine then!” He accepted the chocolate that Draco was shoving to him and ate it. ”...”

Meanwhile, as he was chewing, Draco was just staring at him in anticipation.

”... What kind of chocolate is this?” Casimir asked after a momentary pause, getting up from his seat to head for their class.

”It's dark chocolate. I had father buy the most bitter chocolate he could find just so you can eat some type of sweets. You better be grateful.” Draco arrogantly said as he and Theodore stood up as well, walking past the Gryffindors table.

”Mm. It's not bad. Thanks.” Casimir said quietly with a small smile.

Suddenly, from the seat beside them, something seemed to fall to the floor and roll right towards Draco's feet. Curious, Draco picked up a ball-like object made of glass.