Early in the morning, Trillian tiptoed down the corridor and stopped in front of Draco's door. Trillian gently knocked three times.
Tap, tap, tap.
There was no response from inside the door.
He knocked three more times, this time a little harder.
Inside the suite, on the large bed, Draco had his face buried in the pillow, his light blond hair a mess. When the knock came at the door, he frowned slightly but didn't move much.
Hermione wakes up quickly, looked towards the door with sleepy eyes.
"Someone's knocking..." Hermione's voice was still sleepy as she spoke, propping herself up to get out of bed. Draco reached out, lazily put his arm around her waist, and pulled her back.
"It's probably that guy Trillian. Don't worry about him. He's disturbing my sleep so early in the morning..." Draco said.
Hermione paused for a moment, then glanced at the clock on the bedside table.
7:12 AM.
"You're right... let her knock." With that, Hermione lay back down in bed, and the two of them continued to sleep peacefully.
Outside the door, Trillian, with her ear pressed against it, heard Draco's words clearly. Her expression froze instantly, then she puffed out her cheeks in anger. "So, you think I need a beating?"
"I'm so angry!" Trillian clenched her fists.
But soon, the corners of Trillian's mouth slowly turned up, revealing a sly smile. "I'm a thief."
As she spoke, Trillian took out two thin wires from the inside pocket of her coat, dangled them in the morning light, then squatted down, inserted the wires into the keyhole, turned them, and listened intently to catch the faintest clicking sound inside the lock cylinder.
With a click, Trillian pursed her lips triumphantly, grasped the doorknob, carefully pressed down, and slowly pushed the door open.
The door opened silently, and Trillian stepped across, her toes landing on the carpet. She gently closed the door, leaving only a narrow crack, then turned and headed towards the bedroom.
Suddenly, a dark shadow flashed past.
Draco appeared out of thin air in front of him, his hair slightly disheveled, but his eyes had regained their clarity. He stood with his arms crossed, looking down at him with an unfriendly expression.
Startled, Trillian leaned back abruptly, almost losing her balance. The two wires in her hands nearly slipped from her grasp. She quickly grabbed the wall for support, her expression shifting rapidly from shock to a sheepish grin.
"Young... Young Master... Good morning..."
" Trillian, you're getting bolder and bolder, disturbing my sleep so early in the morning," Draco said, frowning.
"Oh dear, young master, what are you saying?" Trillian's face broke into a radiant smile. She quickly stuffed the wire back into her pocket, then pulled out the bag of breakfast from behind her and held it up to Draco with both hands. "I was just worried you and Hermione would go hungry, so I brought you breakfast!"
The exquisitely packaged breakfast wafted with delicious aromas. Draco glanced at it and remarked, "Unsolicited hospitality..."
"I'm the young master's maid. If I don't serve the young master and young mistress, who will? It's only right that I care about my master's food and daily life." Trillian smiled ingratiatingly.
Knowing her motives were impure, Draco couldn't refuse someone who was smiling, especially since she had brought breakfast. He could only turn aside and say irritably, "Come in, don't stand in the doorway."
"Thank you, young master!" Trillian smiled broadly as she walked in carrying breakfast.
Just then, Hermione came out yawning. Seeing Trillian, she was somewhat surprised. " Trillian? So early?"
"Young Madam, I brought you breakfast! You got up a little late today. Usually, you'd be up early reading at this time, wouldn't you?" Trillian put on an even brighter smile.
These words made Hermione blush. Indeed, according to her usual biological clock, she should have been reading by now. But last night, she first watched a horror movie and then was forced to save the cruise ship, which consumed a lot of energy and magic, making her more tired than usual.
Draco put down his water glass and continued for Hermione: "Saving the lives of an entire cruise ship in the middle of the night, how could you not be exhausted?"
"Hmm." Hermione tacitly agreed with Draco's statement.
"Okay." Trillian seemed to understand slightly. It seemed the rescue operation last night had taken its toll. Her curiosity intensified. "Then... we really should get some more sleep."
As she spoke, Trillian laid out the breakfast she had brought one by one on the table, then sat down first, picked up a sandwich and began to eat. "Young Master, Hermione, you two hurry up and wash up, otherwise the breakfast will get cold. I'll eat mine first!"
Draco glanced at her, got up and walked towards the bathroom. Hermione followed. About ten minutes later, Draco and Hermione came out of the bathroom, both looking refreshed after washing up.
The two walked to the dining table and sat down, picking up their bowls and chopsticks. Trillian had almost finished eating; only one bite of bread remained, which she was putting into her mouth, her fingers stained with a little sauce.
"I'm finished eating, you guys eat."
After Draco and Hermione had been eating for about five or six minutes, Trillian rested her elbows on the table and her chin on her clasped hands. "Young Master, how did the cruise ship... manage to be saved?"
"Such a huge hole, seawater was pouring in, shouldn't it have sunk without a doubt? And that crack in the hull..."
Draco picked up the teapot and poured a cup for Hermione and himself, saying, "I knew you wouldn't come here unless you needed something."
"Oh dear~" Trillian smiled sweetly, her tone ingratiating, "It's just curiosity!"
"Nothing much, just magic," Draco said succinctly.
Trillian's smile vanished instantly, and she looked somewhat exasperated. She pouted, twisted her body, and said:
"Of course I know it's magic! I want to know exactly what kind of magic it is, and what the process is like! How did the ship close up? And how did the water in the cabin disappear?"
"Want to hear the specifics?" Draco put the cup back on the saucer and asked, looking at Trillian, Trillian nodded vigorously.
It's not something that can be explained in a short time.
"No, young master, I'm free now!" Trillian let out a desperate sigh, "You can't keep me in suspense like this. You're just making me suffer halfway through the story."
"Alright," Draco ended the conversation, "Never talk while eating, haven't you heard of that? Don't disturb our meal."
Trillian pouted, looking wronged but not daring to speak. "Hmph, fine, I won't say anything then. I'll find a chance to get information out of you when we go for a walk later. If all else fails, I can always use my 'old tricks'..." Thinking of this, Trillian calmed down and began to think about how to outsmart him later.
After Draco and Hermione finished their meal, Trillian perked up again and suggested, "Young Master, shall we go for a walk? Let's take a stroll to digest our food. The weather is so nice today, and the sea air is so fresh. It's such a waste to stay cooped up in the room."
Draco looked at Hermione with a questioning gaze.
"Alright, let's go for a walk." Hermione nodded.
Seeing this, Trillian's little plan to interrogate the young master alone failed again, and she immediately deflated like a punctured balloon, her whole body drooping, but she still had to maintain a smile on her face.
"Let's go then!" Trillian said.
Unfortunately, with Hermione around, his usual tricks of cajoling, begging, and pestering would likely be far less effective.