Sixth-year Prefect Alyssa Shafiq saw that her prey had taken the bait and began planning her next move. Perhaps Breeze was at the heart of this dispute over him, but there were exceptions.
"I'm the eldest daughter of the Shafiq family. Why should I be forced to marry beneath me, to some nouveau riche fool?"
Alyssa wore a stern expression. She was strikingly beautiful, but her serious face took away much of her charm. She believed her trap would put an end to this foolish engagement. She had already spoken with Bernard's uncle's branch of the family. Bernard was bound to lose.
"Head of House?"
It was the weekend. Breeze had gotten up early to go to the Owlery and study Natural Magic, but he ran into someone he hadn't expected: Snape.
"Come with me."
Snape said nothing more. He turned and headed for his office.
Breeze hurried after him. He couldn't think of any reason Snape would want to see him.
"I heard you're looking for Trance Grass?"
Snape asked directly, but didn't give Breeze time to respond before adding, "Don't do anything foolish. Alchemy is no joke. You'd better work in your Owlery. There are spells there that can protect you. Don't blow up your dormitory like a Troll."
From Snape's words, Breeze knew Dumbledore must have told him. Professor Sprout still hadn't come to see him, so it seemed Dumbledore had held up the process. What an old honey jar who didn't understand a thing—he wouldn't even let a student learn something outside the curriculum.
"Were you listening?" Snape bent down and stared straight at Breeze.
"Yes, Professor. I understand."
Snape straightened up, satisfied, then got to the real reason he had summoned Breeze that day.
"I assume you understand the current state of Slytherin. Little