35 Compass of Mysteries (1/2)
The next morning, Casimir had woken up to the sound of footsteps coming from outside of their door. Most likely, the early risers have begun their daily routine, getting ready for their first day of school.
As for Draco, no need to mention that boy. He was still fast asleep.
Checking his watch, it showed that it was already 8 A.M.
Deciding to get ready since he was already awake, Casimir pulled his sluggish body off the bed, still feeling somewhat feverish but, much better than the night before. He reckoned it'll be gone by the end of the day.
...
”What's our first subject for the day?” Draco asked as they were eating breakfast.
”Wait. Let me see.” Casimir said, taking out a timetable containing their class schedule. ”Since yesterday was a Monday, I presume, we'll start with the Tuesday schedule which makes... History of Magic as our first subject at 9:30 to 10:30...followed by a thirty minute break then Transfiguration. After lunch, we'll have Charms, then, Defense Against the Dark Arts.”
”... I just asked for the first subject.” Draco said with furrowed eyebrows. ”Why do you French people always make things longer than they should be?”
(Casimir: Are you referring to the baguette or the French Revolution?)
”Well, I just thought that, since I've already taken a look at the timetable, I might as well say everything!” Casimir defended.
”Alright. I get it.” Draco surrendered and stood up. ”We better go. We still need to find where our classroom is.”
”You're alright now, right?” He suddenly turned to look at Casimir.
”Yeah. Sorry for making you worry.” Casimir smiled.
”Who's worried about you?! I just don't want you to suddenly fall unconscious and have to be dragged by me to get healed!”
...
”I think we're lost.” Draco said, staring at a set of hallways that he would've sworn they had passed by twice already.
”Nope. We are Really lost.” Casimir said with a straight face.
”Oh, yes. Very helpful clarification there, Marie! Extremely helpful!” Draco exclaimed, rolling his eyes.
”Thank you for the sarcasm. I needed that to help digest my breakfast.” Casimir smirked. ”But you seem to be forgetting something, Captain Draco.”
”When going on a voyage through unexplored territory, there is no need for any worry! For who am I? I am Casimir Marie Proulx! The omnipotent wanderer!” Casimir arrogantly declared.
”Yeah. But, do you know the way?” Draco asked indifferently, apparently already used to such antics.
”Of course! Have you ever wondered how I never got lost even after wandering so much?” Casimir said mysteriously, pulling out something from his pocket. ”That's because, I have a secret weapon.”