64 The Catacombs (1/2)

It didn't take too long for Casimir to arrive in front of the library's imposing doors. Even with another person being carried on his back like dead weight, it didn't pose him much trouble. If it did, it would've brought shame on himself as an assassin.

Upon arriving at his destination, he discovered that everyone who should be there had already arrived despite the time being a few minutes earlier than their supposed meeting time, including the three other mice who decided to join in on the fun after all.

”See! I told you he'd show up!” Fred told George. By looking for the minute differences that separated them from each other, Casimir finally knew which twin was which. Like how Fred seemed to slouch more than George and was more active in initiating a conversation. ”You should really trust Slytherins a little more!”

Hearing the last sentence, Casimir's expression turned a bit complicated. ”Cough. I believe that sarcasm was unwelcomed. Though with a little more sincerity, I'd appreciate it. Snakes do deserve their due respect as well.”

”Hey, you can't blame us for that, Proulx.” Fred laughed, showing that he didn't mean anything serious from his previous comment.

”It's not our fault that you Slytherins have such a bad reputation.” George continued, although what he said did nothing to help at all.

”Mm. It's better if the both of you stay quiet after all.” Casimir muttered to himself, eyeing a certain corner of the corridor with a playful smile on his lips although there was obviously nothing there.

He tilted his head and turned to look at the unconcious face that rested on his shoulder. Upon taking a closer look, he realized that the boy actually had such attractive facial features. Casimir didn't really notice it previously since the boy always hid them underneath his thick glasses and long bangs.

The only time he had a clear look of his face was when he wasreplacing the boy's memory and even then, he was too preoccupied to take a clear look.

Now that he had the time, he realized that the boy really was quite attractive. From his charming but resolute eyebrows, his slightly narrowed eyes that were framed by long, dark lashes, a tall and delicate nosebridge, and thin, petal-like lips, all of which were placed on a pale, unconscious face and were covered by long raven hair for the most part of the day.

Casimir quickly turned his face away and coughed awkwardly, swallowing with an inaudible gulp to quench his throat which had inexplicably turned dry.

”Ahem.” Fred suddenly cleared his throat, making Casimir turn towards him, pushing his strange reaction to the back of his mind. ”Oh right! Since it's not midnight yet, why not tell us who you're carrying on your back?”

”Ah! Now that you mentioned it, he really is carrying someone on his back! I didn't notice til' now!” George exclaimed in an exaggerated fashion.

Casimir's face turned dark. ”You only noticed now..?” He sighed to himself and walked towards the library's doors in large strides.

As he passed by George, he roughly shoved Louis' body towards him, not even turning to look if he caught the boy before he fell to the floor.

”Let's go...” Casimir pushed open the doors, revealing an interior of pitch black corridors and cobwebs, completely unlike that of the bright andinviting bookshelves it showed in daylight. ”There's bound to be a good show awaiting us tonight.”

As the three mischief makers and one sack of potatoes entered the doors, Casimir turned back to give the seemingly empty halls one last provocative look before closing the doors behind them.

Moments after the doors closed, three figures suddenly appeared from what seemed to be out of nowhere.

”Bloody hell! For a moment there, I thought we were going to be discovered!” One of them exclaimed nervously, which was quickly followed by the other two shushing him, one angrily, one helplessly.

”Shut your trap, Ron! We're still not sure if Filch isn't around here somewhere!” Another whispered angrily.

”But doesn't this just prove everything?!” The first one quipped back. ”It's obvious that Proulx is scheming something bad! We have to hurry and save Fred and George! Right, Harry?”

The two turned towards the third person who had yet to say anything.

”...We don't know that yet.” Harry replied quietly. Despite what he had just seen, he really didn't want to think that someone like Casimir was anything but good. If he was, then what was the reason that he had always saved him? There was probably a reason for him to act like this.

There has to be.

...

”Bugs run rampant... Mice too.” Casimir commented as he looked around leisurely. When he said mice though, a certain lady wrapped around on his left arm slithered around restlessly.

Casimir sighed to himself.

They'll find out sooner or later anyways. Not as if I need to hide them in the first place.