After getting a full meal in the Kitchen, Su Er leaned back on a sofa in the common room with Crookshanks in his arms, his eyes half closed.
It was the weekend, and even though it was past eleven at night, the common room was still bustling. Some played Wizard's Chess, plenty practiced the Shield Charm, and a few young Wizards crept toward the barrel-lid entrance, intending to get some snacks from the Kitchen.
Plenty of Hufflepuffs knew Hermione, yet Su Er had not heard a single comment from them about Gryffindor losing a young witch.
Time erased memories in an extremely overbearing way.
Some said that bodily death was not true death, but being forgotten was. Only now did Su Er finally understand those words.
And forgetting was the mighty power of time.
"Meow." Only when Crookshanks gave a soft cry did Su Er open his eyes and look at the wall clock. The minute hand was already pointing at the Roman numeral ten.
It was nearly time for his appointment with Headmaster Dumbledore.
Su Er turned to look around and only then realized that few people remained in the common room.
"I'm going to the Kitchen to find something to eat," Su Er told Morn and Justin, who were sitting nearby. "Do you two want anything?"
"Thanks, Su Er. Anything will do. Wizard's Chess takes too much energy," Morn said without looking up. After speaking, he sank back into the game before him, frowning as he considered how to break the deadlock, while Justin sat opposite him, pleased with himself for stumping Morn.
"I want some too. Pudding would be best."
"All right," Su Er replied, casually glancing at the chessboard between them.
*Hmm... this... all he needs to do is move the knight once to break the