Secret Messages

43. SpeRevelio

Draco strode along the corridor with a frown, trying to figure out why he hadn’t received any message from the head Death Eater at the school yet. It was at least two days late by now, and he didn’t even know who to go to for instructions.

“…we’ve tried long enough, let’s just give it to him already,” a whisper floated along the corridor, and Draco paused, listening.

“And be the bloody ignorant ones again? He never tells us what’s in them, neither of them does. Using us as freaking owls…” another voice replied.

Deciding it was time he found out what was happening, he walked around the corner and almost straight into Crabbe and Goyle.

“Give it to me. Now,” he ordered, holding out his hand. He could hex them right there and then for the trouble the two oafs had caused.

Crabbe handed the blank parchment over meekly, and at a sign from the blond Slytherin, he two vanished. They knew this wasn’t the end of the discussion; Draco wouldn’t let them off that easily.

“Sperevelio!” Draco whispered.

Such a simple spell, and yet some people were still thick enough to forget about it.