Chapter 86 Lunch Time
Although there was a small episode with the strange male president, overall, Della and the others had a good morning. They didn't leave until Hagrid came back from the Forbidden Forest to take Buckbeak away, and they almost missed lunch time.
"Thank you, Della! I'm very happy!" Before entering the auditorium, Ginny smiled at Della, and the vague melancholy on her face had been completely washed away.
Della looked at Ginny carefully. The little girl seemed to have returned to her original enthusiastic and lively self, which made Della feel relieved.
Last week Percy had come to her to explain the bullying that Ginny and Luna had suffered. Although the problem had been resolved, Ginny still looked unhappy, at least in the few times Della had seen her.
If it was a psychological reason, then words alone would probably not be of much use, so Della arranged a date for them.
Well, the feeling of flying high in the sky is indeed exciting, but the feeling of being out of control and exceeding one's own threshold is really uncomfortable.
"As long as you are happy, eat more at noon. It seems that your heartbeat alone consumes a lot of your energy." Della touched Ginny's little face and laughed.
"I think I smell jelly." Luna, who was quietly beside her, tilted her head and her eyes moved towards the open door of the auditorium.
"Let's go and have dinner. It will be too late if we're any later." Della said this as she quickly followed the two girls into the auditorium.
She easily found the light gold color. After all, not every Slytherin would have such a group of people around him, and there was obviously another seat next to Draco, so Della walked over.
In just a few steps, many people called out "Miss Moonlight" as she passed by, and Della could only smile in response.
"You're so late." When Della sat down, Draco moved to the side and moved his own plate to give Della more space.
"We went to the Forbidden Forest to take a walk. Judging from what happened just now, I'm glad I came late." Della took the knife and fork from Draco and reached out to take a small bread from the basket in front of her. "Draco, did we put the photo ball in the lounge yesterday?"
"Also..." Draco's face turned red as he said this. He pushed the small portion of stew he had reserved for Della to her side. "You were not here yesterday, and they made a fuss. Really..."
Looking at Draco's shy yet proud expression, Della's "thank you" that she was about to say got stuck in her throat. The boy's expression was so lovely that Della swallowed unconsciously.
It seems that today's stew is indeed delicious.
"I don't want to work for Professor Snape every night." Whether in her heart or in reality, Della changed the subject abruptly. A light blush stained her cheeks. She picked up the pumpkin juice at hand and coughed lightly in a serious manner. "I saw the absent male president in the Forbidden Forest today. If he hadn't told me about the little projection ball, I would have been scared just now."
"That weird guy, huh? He just came to our table, but as soon as he sat down next to President Lind, he was dragged away by the president." Draco also coughed, his red face turned to the side, "He looks like what my father said, a frivolous American guy."
"M country guy?" Della raised her eyebrows.
"Big Loyea graduated from Ilvermorny in Country M. I heard that he stayed in the Ministry of Magic in Country Y after he got married, but he has been running around with his wife. In short, this family is a bit weird." Draco curled his lips, and the blush on his face was suppressed a little because of speaking.
"I see, he is indeed weird. He has been talking to himself all day long." Della responded and forked a piece of broccoli into her mouth.
"He looks like a Gryffindor. The Thunderbird his father graduated from seems to be similar to Gryffindor." Draco muttered.
Della swallowed the chopped broccoli and picked at the stew on the plate. "Yes, it's a bit like Hufflepuff. But it's hard to define whether it's like Hufflepuff or not."
"Fortunately we are in Slytherin." Draco turned to look at Della, a complacent arc on the corner of his mouth. Compared with the usual pure arrogance, this time there was a little more gentleness. He stared at Della's profile, and seemed to want to say something else, but was interrupted by the sudden noise at the door of the auditorium.
The group of Gryffindor Quidditch players were walking into the auditorium, wiping the sweat off their faces. They looked extremely disheveled, as not only were their clothes completely soaked with sweat, but there was also a lot of grass debris stuck to their bodies. They were probably doing another ground training session.
In contrast to their disheveled appearance, there was enthusiasm on their faces. Although there was a hint of fatigue, everyone exuded the momentum to practice for another afternoon.
The people at other tables glanced at them and then looked away. They had become accustomed to Gryffindor's Quidditch madness this semester. The people at the long Gryffindor table were busy pushing several large plates of meat towards them. Several senior students were talking loudly with Quidditch captain Wood, and the whole hall suddenly became lively again.
"Tsk." Draco snorted and raised his head arrogantly.
"When do you train, Draco?" Della had finished her stew. She glanced at the players who were wolfing down their food at the Gryffindor table and turned to ask Draco.
"Tomorrow, we Slytherins will be much better than those reckless men. I will also be better than their seekers. Captain Flint praised me last time." Draco said proudly.
Della smiled lightly. She didn't reply immediately. She just looked at Draco's increasingly red face with her beautiful black eyes. Finally, she said softly, "Just wait and see, Draco. I believe you."
"Yeah!" Draco responded, turning around to cover his blushing face.
Della laughed softly, a faint smile that was much more natural than usual. She lowered her head to mix her salad. When she scooped a spoonful and was about to put it in her mouth, she remembered that she had not taken the fruit for this afternoon, so she put the spoon down again.
"No need to get the fruit," Draco said before Della raised her head completely, as if by telepathy, "I'm ready. You said you would come to help me with my homework this afternoon, right?"
"This week's long homework should be a paper on History of Magic, a preview for Transfiguration, and a practice for Charms," Della rolled her eyes and thought for a moment. She was very diligent in doing her homework this week and had finished all of them. "Is there anything else you haven't finished?"
"None..." Draco was silent for a moment, and then defended himself, "These assignments were all assigned after Wednesday, but I have been preparing for our play since Lockhart was assigned a role on Tuesday!"
"Since you have training tomorrow, you'd better finish it today. Thesis can be written anywhere, but the practice of spells..." Della paused with her hand holding the spoon, "Ah, I know a good place."
"A nice place?" Draco thought for a moment, then gently pulled Della to him and whispered, "It's not a good idea to go to the Shrieking Shack in broad daylight..."
"No, not there, I know somewhere more interesting." Della whispered back, their breaths mingling, their faces flushed.