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"You might not want to lean, Professor," Raiden murmured, gesturing toward the wall. "We are in the Owlery."
And the walls weren't exactly safe from the owls' droppings. Which was why Raiden never, ever touched anything up here. Merlin help him if he ever tripped, because it would be a disgusting mess.
"'s more like... nobody seemed particularly bothered about my doing stupid things until the second my name came out?" He managed half a grin. "What with being prefect, a lot of people knew I was around. They just expected me to be intelligent and not do something that could potentially kill me." He paused. "But I guess it's kinda like that. Lots of people who didn't bother talking to me before, suddenly popping up left and right to tell me about my imminent death."
He said it almost with an air of amusement. It was true. His existence was a lot more important to people now that it might actually end sooner rather than later.
"I appreciate that, Professor," he said, inclining his head slightly as thanks. "As it is, I've been sitting around in the dorms more than I probably should have, the last day or two. It... kinda gets boring in there though."
But it was better than being stared at, or warned against dying, or everything else. The silent room had more confidence in him than a hell of a lot of the voices at Hogwarts. He looked down at the letters in his hand, and with a frown, flattened the wrinkled edges. The one on the top of the stack read, in obviously hurried handwriting, 'Professor Truebridge'.
Oh, the poor owl that would have to deliver that one. |