They stalk the townships of the Boiling Isles, feasting upon the magic and flesh of Titan-fearing witches. Many an innocent has fallen to these evil creatures. I speak of course of the wicked basilisk. "Good witches and warlocks beware! For within our midst dwell a most insidious breed of creature, foul in temper and method. In the dining room, the courtyard, even the library he was so intent on keeping to himself.From the Liber Belua Trux by Bernard Heuvelmans, 1620, translated She’s horribly insulted by what that could even suggest. He won’t stop going on about her being “like” him. Except that’s easier said than done because now he won’t leave her alone. He tries to attack her, but she sends several books his way through use of accidental magic (like the bad bitch she is at age eleven) and knocks him out cold. What really ticks him off is when she follows him into the library because he likes to think that’s his spot. She eats meals with him, follows him to the drawing room. You did enter my room and go through my stuff without permission.” Soon after that, she never stops bothering him. You certainly don’t seem like you have any respect for my privacy. “So, what do you think?” Tom just looks at her because how dare her talk to him without a care in the world? How dare she not be afraid? She continues. He blushed heavily watching Neville walk off to go sit somewhere to read. I'll see you in class!" He waved his classmate goodbye as he headed toward the Slytherin common room.
Thanks for letting me rant to you a bit, Longbottom. It was nice to have someone like Neville around. "You'll get it next year, don't worry" He smiled widely up at (Y/N) causing him to blush a little. New brooms?! I could've that in a heartbeat if it meant getting seeker, but he's too fast" He ranted while Neville just smiled and nodded, always happy to listen to his friend talk about whatever they needed. "Yeah I should've, but that little git is so good with money. The tension moving out as they talked more. "Malfoy still on your back, you should've got that spot (L/N)!" He said to his classmate with a little air punch of frustration, making him laugh a bit. "Y-Yeah I'm alright, just quidditch drama." He stuttered out in an attempt to seem at least a little cool, even though he was as tense as a metal board. "Hey you alright, (Y/N)?" He noticed Neville in the corner of his eye, causing his breathe to escape his lungs.
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