The rest of my day went fine. Well, more like terrific! It turns out that I'm good at flying. Too bad I have to wait until next year to try out for Quidditch...
Muggle Studies is the easier than breathing for me. Considering that I live with Muggles, I knew what microwaves, ovens, and other utilities were. Professor Burbridge said that she might transfer me to another class or into her advanced class, which is nice.
Herbology is the only thing I struggle with. I've never had a green thumb, and I'm a klutzy person. The only reason I enjoy that is because Emilè and Charli and Draco also have that class with me.
But I wasn't particularly fond of him anymore. I accidentally knocked over a potted plant, which I fixed, causing the class to laugh. Especially him. But that wasn't what bothered me. What bothered me was the fact he kicked me- hard- in the hip.
And nobody noticed!
From there, I decided to go and see Dumbledore. I wanted him to know of my suspicions, and I also didn't feel like going to class.
The stone gargoyle was open when I approached it, so I just climbed up to Dumbledore's office.
In which Snape and him were having a dark conversation.
"The boy is in mortal danger here, Albus."
"I understand that fully, Severus."
"Why do you seem so calm about that?"
"I do believe you have grown fond of the boy, Severus," Dumbledore said lightly.
"What? I- no, um, no!" Snape spluttered.
Dumbledore just raised an eyebrow, smiling all the while.
"My Mark, Albus." Snape said.
Dumbledore looked a lot more serious now. "What about it?"
"It's getting darker, Albus."
Dumbledore looked more serious now. "We'll have to finish this talk later, Severus. Young Adrianna Tomas is waiting to talk to me."
Snape nods curtly, and turns to leave.
"Severus? Keep an eye on Quirrell for me."
Snape nods again and leaves, glowering at me.
I bite my lip, shy. "It's Professor Quirrell, Headmaster."
"Just Dumbledore, please."
"Okay. I'm worried about Harry, Dumbledore."
"Why, Miss Tomas?"
"Quirrell- the way he looks at him, almost bloodthirsty. I think Quirrell wants to kill him, Dumbledore."
"And why do you say that?"
"I think... I think Quirrell was one of You-Know-Who's followers. He looks at Harry like he wants to kill him."
"I see. I have noticed the same thing as well."
"Yes. Now, get back to class, unless you would like to tell me something else."
I leave, somehow more unsettled than I was before I saw Dumbledore.