Capítulo 165: Arya Grimblehawk
"You know how she is." Walter sighed, "She ran away from Beauxbatons to Durmstrang after she somehow got information about me being here. Kind of amazing I tell you, not even Igor could figure how the hell she got here without getting lost but due to some family connection he let her stay."
"I don't exactly know how she is, we weren't really that close with her." Draco said making a bitter face, "The only thing I remember about her is she continuously insulting me and the others for being death-eaters as she obsessed over you in every party we attended."
"She's not that annoying as she used to be." Walter said smiling bitterly as well, "You aren't going to take what a 7-year-old girl said to you in the past that seriously are you? I guess some of the rumors about you being petty was correct."
"Che, forget about her and the rumors." Draco shook his head, "Why are you here in your room? I mean don't you have classes right now?"
"Your's truly is currently suspended from attending any class at the moment." Walter said looking smug, "Picking fights is a special skill I learned these past years, you see."
"With who?"
"Who other than the rising Quidditch star, the one, and only Victor Krum." Walter said with a cheerful tone while his disgusted expression told another story, "The guy thinks he can do everything just because he is favored by Igor."
"Is he that bad?" Draco questioned, as he remembered Krum from the books, though still a dick, he wasn't really that bad of a person considering Hermione was friends with the guy.
"Egotistical would be the right word, my friend." Walter shook his head, "Forget about him, I don't want to waste my breath talking about that guy."
"At least tell me you won the fight?"
"Not exactly..." Walter said, "It happened in the heat of the moment you see and at the moment though I managed to suppress him in magic, the thing quickly turned into a push and pull and ended up in a bet. A quidditch match between him and me."
"You can play Quidditch alone?" Draco said raising his eyebrows as he got the gist of the situation.
"No, its a three on three matches and we play without the batters."
"Seems like he got a hold of your anger." Draco said, "Guess I am not the only with anger issues."
"What did you say?"
"Nothing." Draco shook his head, "So when is this match?"
"Two weeks from now." Walter said sighing, "I was kind of fretting about it before but now that you're here, it wouldn't be that hard."
"What makes you think I will join you?" Draco rolled his eyes, "You should know, Quidditch isn't really my forte."
"Dear Draco, we are old pals aren't we?" Walter started talking with a begging tone, "And I am not exactly popular here as well, so please do me this favor."
"How long have you known that I would be here?"
"Just yesterday." Walter said, "Please, for old time sake help me this one and I swear I will return the favor."
"Since you aren't even popular, you wouldn't be really much use to me either." Draco said, "Get a better bargain."
"You need someone with connections right?" Walter got what Draco the hint in Draco's words, "Help me and I'll help you convince her to help you?"
"Her? You mean Grimblehawk."
"Yes." Walter nodded, "Arya is the best when it comes to digging pieces of information. As I said, she even managed to find me, so how about it?"
"I'll think about it." Draco said vaguely as he started putting up the books and dresses in the empty closet, "So is she going to be the second player?"
"Yeah, well the fight started due to her so of course, she is going."
"I see that both of you are getting along well." Draco nodded, "It's kind of amazing that you didn't even have to try."
"It's not what you're thinking." Walter hurriedly said as if he wanted to clear a misunderstanding, "And besides aren't you doing too good for yourself. For someone who looked like an evil wizard the moment he was born, you sure have become extremely good looking. No wonder they call you the prince."
"Stop with the prince thing, it's really annoying to just listen someone call me that." Draco said with annoyance clearly visible in his tone, "So does everyone know that I am here?"
"Yeah! They announced is yesterday." Walter said, "Information doesn't really pass around here in Dursmtrang that much unless it's with official letters. So it was quite surprising to know you were coming here so suddenly."
"The place is too strict for its own good."
"Well, it's still something." Walter shook his head, "By the way, how is the legendary Hogwarts like?"
"Much better than this."
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"Has he arrived?" Ryan asked as Silas kneeled in front of him.
"He indeed has, master." Silas said, "But there have been some complications."
"I thought you told me that there weren't going to be any." Ryan said clenching his eyebrows, "What happened?"
"I was certain there wouldn't be any but ever since I got in contact with him, even back in Hogwarts something started going completely wrong." Silas said with his head still bowed down as if he was afraid to look back up, "Though I couldn't understand it in the very beginning, the more I stayed with him the harder it became to control myself, until the last moment where I was barely able to control myself from transforming."
Silas thought he would get some punishment for what he did but the scolding never came. He looked back up at Ryan only to see him smiling a little.
"It's like I suspected, our magic repels one another." Ryan said, "And you Silas since your transformation are all controlled by my magic, it started reacting and started going against you when he was close to you."
"What should I do now master?"
"Nothing, carry on as usual." Ryan said, "As long as you don't stay close to him for too long, you should be fine."
"I feel like he already suspects me a little due to my actions, master." Silas confessed, "I feel like we can't go on as we planned."
"Yes, that is indeed a thing to worry about but fret not, I already have other plans." Ryan said grabbing the edge of his chair, "It's not like I didn't think of this scenario."
"Yes, master."
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"Do you really need this amount of thick clothes?" Draco said irritatedly as he walked out with Walter, dressed in his new Durmstrang uniform, "We are wizards for a reason, you know?"
"You will get used to it no time." Walter said laughing, "It gets really cold out here, so its at least a bit helpful to say the least. And that dress really suits you too well, you look like a Prin-- I mean a wealthy noble in it."
The uniform of Durmstrang was pretty simple, dark fur cloaks, fur hats, and blood-red robes. Though the hats and cloak weren't necessary to be worn all the time, the robes were still a necessity. With the fur and all, Draco couldn't deny that he looked like a rich noble but the blood-red robes really seemed like a military more than anything, to say the least.
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