34 Conversations And Confrontations
~~~(POV: Alexander Aevum)~~~
~~~(Location: Transfiguration Class)~~~
~~~(Date: September 3rd, 1991)~~~
~~~(Time: 9:06 AM)~~~
More and more kids are pouring into the classroom. Today we're learning with Ravenclaw. I already know the knowledge aspect of the class, but the practice is the focus of Transfiguration, at least for me.
As I'm sitting at my desk, I see Granger walk in. She looks around the room for a seat and sees the empty one next to me. She makes her way over and sits.
The desks in Transfiguration are two people per desk, so we're sharing the desk. She's avoiding eye contact, but I can tell she wants to talk to me. Probably about what happened during breakfast.
I nudge her with my elbow and inadvertently tickle her ribs. She lets out a little squeak, but the settling of the students covers it up. I'm the only one that hears it. She looks at me in frustration and has a slight pink flush on her cheeks.
To her, that was embarrassing.
"Why aren't you talking to me? You usually do when there's a chance."
Her frustrated look disappears, and she twirls her hair in her finger. She's trying to figure out what to say before she can start talking. Professor McGonagall walks through the door and grabs everyone's attention.
I watch her flick her wand, and many things around the room fly toward our desks. Books and tools mostly, and the door to the room also closes.
"Today is the introduction to Transfiguration. I expect all of you to listen closely. What you hear today will serve you well for the lessons ahead."
Looking at Granger, I see she's disappointed she couldn't get a single word out. However, we'll have time to talk later. In retrospect, I didn't need to come to this class if this is what we were doing.
An introduction... But hey, I'm here. No promises next time, though.
~~~(POV: Alexander Aevum)~~~
~~~(Location: Transfiguration Class)~~~
~~~(Date: September 3rd, 1991)~~~
~~~(Time: 10:46 AM)~~~
I stretch my body and stand up from the desk. Now that Transfiguration is over. I can head for The Room of Requirement and train. Maybe Albus will be free to help with my training if I'm lucky.
Before walking away from the desk, I feel someone put their hand on my robe. I turn and see Granger.
"Can I talk to you for a second..."
She makes it sound serious, and her face tells me it's urgent. I nod and follow her out of class. We stand in a quieter part of the hall, and no one can hear what we'll talk about.
Before Granger can talk, we're interrupted again.
This happens a lot.
"Well, if it isn't the mudbloods of Gryffindor."
An annoyed short groan leaves my lips, and I roll my eyes. This is getting old. I see that Malfoy now has the backup he lacked in our encounter in the hallway.
"Even if two mudbloods breed, their kids are still mudbloods."
Now, that's entirely uncalled for and inappropriate... This guy is even crueler than I expected, to be honest.
Ugh...
He says this to his friends rather than us. It's typical for someone like Malfoy to attack anywhere, even in inappropriate places, like the discussion of 'breeding' around 11 and 12-year-olds.
Again, ugh...
Granger is surprisingly calm and composed after that remark. Malfoy sees the lack of reaction between us and gets rather frustrated.
"Your logic is flawed, Malfoy. There is no such thing as Pure-Bloods anymore."
He sneers at me with something I'd called a hateful passion. All magic families have to start somewhere, which means there were muggle-born children at the very beginning of the Malfoy Family.
Making them Half-Blood, or less, descendants.
The nobility of the wizarding world usually destroys any books published on this fact. They don't like to be reminded that this is a truth and reality.
They want to stay in their delusions of grandeur.
"When I get the chance, Aevum... You'll regret ever messing with me..."
Granger tugs on my robe to take me to a place away from these clowns. I smile at Malfoy and turn around to leave. Turning my back to him again, I know it's making him mad. I can feel his gaze on the back of my head.