Chapitre 4: Chapter 4
Hermione turned around as a young blonde boy entered the shop, trailed by a woman with a curious hairstyle; some parts of her hair were pitch black while others were completely white. The boy looked around, ignoring Hermione, and yelled, "Where is the owner of this place? I demand to be serviced immediately!" But he was chastised by his mother, "Draco, that is no way to behave. Stop making a scene; that's beneath us." She said in a louder voice, "Madam Malkin, we are here for the robes for young Draco."
A few seconds later, they could hear Madam Malkin reply from another room, "I will be with you in a moment. I have another customer to take care of first."
Draco's face was reddening, and his breathing intensified. "How dare she make me, the future Duke Malfoy, wait?" He stormed into the room from where he had heard Madam Malkin. His mother wanted to grab his arm to hold him back but wasn't fast enough as the little eleven-year-old Draco stormed off.
Draco slammed the door open and saw an older woman taking the measurements of another boy he had never seen before. The boy had short black hair and was wearing what seemed like muggle clothing. "How dare you, old woman, let me wait for this mudblood. Just wait until my father, the Duke, hears about it." He screamed and pointed his wand at her.
In that second, his mother reached the door, and as soon as she saw what was happening, she put two and two together. Next to the confused little boy standing next to Madam Malkin lay a bunch of acromantula silk and next to it six pins, depicting the feathers of a hippogriff. Six pins, she knew what this signified; her own house was only allowed to wear four.
"I'm so sorry for my son, my Prince," Narcissa said, much to the confusion of her son.
Madam Malkin looked at Lady Malfoy and said, "Lady Malfoy, why don't you wait in the other room? I'll be with you once we are finished here."
"Of course, Madam Malkin. Again, I'm really sorry, my Prince."
"Ahem, it's okay," Jim said, not sure why the blond boy was so enraged and a bit uncomfortable with the way the woman was treating him.
As Jim came out of the back room, he was dressed in a black silk robe with six silver pins on his collar. Madam Malkin had told him that the robe would adapt to the house colors after the sorting.
"Okay, Lord Malfoy. I'm ready for you now; please follow me," Madam Malkin said as Jim sat down next to Hermione, who had accepted that the young lord would go before her. That was just how society worked. But to her surprise, Lady Malfoy interfered as she grabbed her son by the shoulder and pulled him back. "Draco, why don't we let the friend of young Master Peverell go first? I'm sure he has a busy schedule and doesn't want to wait for his friend all day."
Draco's face underwent a range of emotions in a short time: anger, realization, and lastly, the feeling that he had done something extremely stupid earlier, as he finally realized that the boy was the Peverell Heir, in whom his father was so invested.
After Jim had waited in the room for a bit, Hermione came out in her robes as well. She had no pins on her collar. Together they left the store and walked back to the café where they had left their parents.
Two weeks later, Peverell Estate
A loud popping sound was heard as Hermione, along with a house elf, materialized in front of the gate. It swung open with a motion of the elf's hand, revealing the road leading to the palace. Hermione climbed into a horse-drawn carriage that was already waiting behind the gate, setting it into motion as soon as she got on.
The journey to the palace was fascinating. She saw curious animals peering out from the forest on either side. They didn't seem to view her as prey but rather out of curiosity. Slowly, the palace came into view, a marvelous sight that seemed straight out of a fairy tale.
As she reached the door, it swung open, revealing the same house elf that had apparated her in the first place. "Master Peverell is already waiting for you in the library. Allow me to show you the way, my lady."
Hermione followed the house elf through a maze of corridors until he stopped in front of a double-winged door, which opened with a snap of the elf's fingers. Hermione held her breath as she saw what lay behind: bookshelves that reached the ceiling, arranged to form corridors that extended for what she estimated to be 20 meters. In the middle corridor, a spiral staircase led to another floor. The corridor seemed to continue for roughly the same length behind the staircase. Embedded into some bookshelves were tables designed for studying. At one such table sat Jim.
Hermione slowly walked over to him, scanning the spines of some books on the shelves. When she reached Jim, she tapped him on the shoulder as he seemed engrossed in the book he was reading. His head jerked up, and he spotted Hermione. "You made it! Is it already noon? Time truly flies when you read a good book. Uhmm, wait a second... Jorey!"
The house elf popped into existence next to them. "How can I help you, Master James?"
"Could you bring a chair for our guest, please?" he said, and almost immediately, a chair materialized next to Hermione. "That's all, Jorey. Thank you." The house elf vanished again.
Hermione sat down next to Jim. "What are you reading?"
"It's a book on potion making, a bit old, but there are so many interesting potions. But we wanted to study our school books together." Jim pulled the potions textbook out of the bag that was lying on the table.
The two of them read the 'recipes' for the same potion and continued to look up the ingredients used, where they came from, what properties they had, and how that changed in combination with others. They continued like this for a few hours. In between, Jorey brought them some food as he was worried that his master would forget to eat. They studied together for a good part of the afternoon until Hermione had to leave again.
État de l’alimentation hebdomadaire
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