Bridget Storm has the best grades in almost every subject in my year at Hogwarts, some call her the second Bookworm.
But I disagree.
Although she has similar behavior, she is not nearly as obsessed with books as Granger.
Standing 5"5 tall, with dark skin, voluminous hair tamed by a green tiara, she displays a face with fine features, full lips, a small and slightly wide nose and dark brown, almost black eyes.
Her family is pureblood, with considerable wealth, but they've been in Britain for just over a century and so can't exactly consider themselves noble.
Her body is slender, but with slightly wide hips.
Among the Slytherin girls, perhaps only Daphne and Gemma are prettier than her.
A little below her level we have Tracey and then Pansy.
Thinking about Pansy, it would be interesting to make her a target. She lives for the asshole Malfoy, but he pays little attention to her. She and Tracey entered Hogwarts the previous year with Daphne.
Before class ended, Bridget looked at me again and noticed me watching her. In one movement she looked away and stood completely upright in her chair.
The torture finally ended and we headed towards the History of Magic with Professor Bin, the monologue ghost.
I met a lot of people who liked their voice, but honestly some of them had a talent for speaking, which wasn't the case here.
In addition to the fact that the roll call in his class was made with the names of students from the time he was still alive.
He has been teaching the history of magic since before he died, one day he simply got up to teach but his body remained in the chair he was in and since then he has been teaching as a ghost.
It's not exactly a problem, if it weren't for the fact that classes are more effective than sleeping pills.
This class was with the Ravenclaws.
When everyone was seated I noticed that Bridget's table partner hadn't shown up for class, she usually shares a table with a Ravenclaw girl.
I took this opportunity to sit next to her, as my table partner didn't mind my presence while napping.
"How are you, Miss Storm?" – I saluted in a low voice as I sat next to her.
Bridget almost jumped up from the table when she heard my voice.
"Mao, what are you doing here." – she asked nervously.
I turned my head to the side as if asking "did you really ask me that".
"I thought it would be interesting to talk to someone." – I replied.
She looked at me and looked up at our colleagues and seemed to notice nothing wrong.
"You really have changed." – she murmured.
I laughed at her statement.
"Let's say I woke up after a long sleep." – I explained ambiguously.
She seemed confused by my answer.
"You're Theodore's cousin, aren't you? Is it true that…" – she began to ask, but didn't seem to have the courage to finish.
"That his father is a shithead Deatheater who should be in Azkaban or kissed by a Dementor? – I completed it for her.
Bridget was startled by my words and brought her hand to her mouth to hide her dropped jaw.
I smiled at her.
"I heard that Theodore never brought it up." – She commented minutes later when she managed to regain her composure.
I shrugged.
"It's his father, he still has hope that one day the asshole will get better." – I replied.
"You really have changed." – she said in a more assertive tone, almost showing curiosity.
"I'm not going back to the Notts this summer, I'm going to Gringotts to find out if there's anything left in the Mao Family vault and after that find a place to stay." – I commented trying to put an end to the Nott issue.
Bridget pondered for a moment agreeing with my course of action.
"So what do you want to talk about?" – she asked softly.
I looked thoughtful.
"Whatever, you're one of the few who pretend to admire Lockhart." – I whispered so that only she could hear.
She swallowed hard.
First because it seemed like a taboo and second because it was like I was confessing that I was paying attention to her.
"It's because of his fan club, they really bother those who aren't part of it. So it's easier to pretend than to put up with them." – she confessed, getting close to my ear.
It was my turn to be surprised.
Apparently the buffoon was famous enough for his fan club to be considered a force to be feared.
"If anyone bothers you, just tell me and I'll teach them a lesson." – I said casually.
She couldn't contain her laughter.
Pfft
A little insulting I must admit.
She looked at me and saw my expression and composed herself as quickly as possible.
"Sorry, the thought of you doing something goes completely against everything I know about you so far." – she confessed.
I put my hand on the back of my head and cracked my neck.
"Like I said, I woke up from a long sleep, I won't be the same as before." – I replied to her.
Bridget was clearly intrigued by my statement.
"I think I would like to meet this new version of you." – she said before realizing the double meaning of the words.
She froze briefly.
"I mean… maybe we can be friends… nothing else… not that you…" – she began to babble while I could feel the temperature of her face rise astronomically.
"You were never part of the bullying I received, so I think I can now consider you a friend." – I said with a half smile.
Class ended and we headed to potions with the Gryffindors.
Here I maintained my more neutral position while observing both Bridget and Ginerva.
Both came from pureblood families, but from completely different conditions.
The Weasleys were notoriously poor, something Malfoy loved to remember The Annoyance, but they were also a family of excellence with the already graduated brothers being Quidditch stars, Percy being Prefect and the Twins being Prank Legends.
Ginerva, or Ginny to those closest to her, looked terrible. Throughout the year she seemed to be suffering from something that has not yet been resolved.
I hoped it wasn't anything too serious, as I still remember the aura I felt emanating from her on the first day in the castle before the selection.
Wild, decisive, determined, and a hint of foul mouth.
Great qualities in my opinion.
Her aura was the only one I registered that day, as we stood side by side for a few minutes.
AAAAAAAAAAAH!
I need to cultivate my Soul Energy.
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