#97—Dictionary

“I need Mulciber Warwick’s Wizarding Dictionary.”

“Fourteenth stack, three columns in, second shelf down.”

Madam Pince was never one to fetch anything for anyone so Lucius followed her directions to retrieve his book. Upon returning to his table, he found Narcissa rooting through his notes.

“What do you think you’re doing?”

“I wanted to compare notes for the assignment.”

“Compare them with someone else.”

Lucius body-checked Narcissa as he walked by, nearly knocking her over the table.

“I don’t get you.”

“And I don’t like you.”

“Is there a reason why you’re so mean to me?”

“Need I repeat myself?”