Tris did not want to run into Pheobe.
But how could he possibly avoid her?
He had left such a deep impression on Pheobe. Now that she had finally made it to Hogwarts, there was no way she would let him off the hook.
So, at the welcoming feast for the three schools, Tris tried to shrink into the crowd as much as possible, hoping no one would notice him. But when Dumbledore let the students from the two visiting schools choose their own seats, he watched helplessly as a slender young woman in a cloak walked straight toward him while everyone else was still hesitating and discussing where to sit.
Once she reached him, she pulled back her hood, revealing a breathtakingly beautiful face.
"Could you move over? I'd like to sit here," Pheobe said to Blaise Zabini, who had gone completely blank.
Blaise had been wondering why someone was coming straight toward them and instinctively looked up at the newcomer. The moment Pheobe removed her hood, he took a direct critical hit from her beauty.
The basilisk in the Chamber of Secrets had already been stripped of its tendons, skinned, deboned, and drained of blood during Tris's first year at Hogwarts. It had never had the chance to petrify anyone at the school.
Yet now, Blaise and quite a few Slytherin students who had looked over out of curiosity had been petrified by another mighty force.
Pheobe was thoroughly accustomed to young boys staring at her in a daze. Raising her voice slightly, she repeated, "Could you move over? I'd like to sit here."
Tris raised an eyebrow. There was a trace of the Roaring Charm in Pheobe's voice. Perhaps because the magic had not been fully activated, its effect was minimal, but it worked quite well on