Soon after I left Bartys room I nearly run into the Weasly twins. Even though we had started school in the same year, I never did get to know them very well. With me being nearly two years older, being a Ravenclaw and mostly keeping to myself, I never had gotten around to get to know my fellow students. Not that I wanted to... Scrunching my nose as they walked by I smelled gunpowder or the magical equivalent. They probably were on their way to cause chaos once again by fireing some fireworks this time. I really didn't like them. They were loud, recless and had no sense of security. Most of their pranks weren't even funny, they were just a total hazard. But that seemed to be the whole family motto. Every Weasly just loved to stick their nose up to peoples business. Percy was a know it all, the twins were... Chaos incarnated, Ron was a walking desaster, Ginny was insufferable and if I remembered correctly there had been a few incidents as well when Charlie was still attending school. There were definitly too many of them in this castle. I gave two shits about their livestyle, bloodstatus and weather or not they were a 'a disgrace for all pure-bloods' as Draco would put it, but I couldn't disagree with the fact that they were a bunch of roudys.

Walking faster to get as far away as possible before they startet their shit, I didn't watch where I was going and directly run into Professor McGonagall. Blushing embarrassed I profoundly apologised, keeping my head bowed, starring at my shoe tips.
Chuckling mildly the old woman patted my shoulder.
"Now, now. There is no reason for this, just be more careful dear. What got you in such a hurry?"
Standing up straigter, I flashed her a hopefully convincing smile.
"I just got back from a consultation with Professor Moody and he gave me a few pointers of topics and books I could read over the holidays. And as the library is closing soon I wanted to hurry to borrow the first ones today already..." 
Smiling she shook her head. "Very admirable your conviction to your studies, but don't channel all your time in it. You will not be young forever. Time flies and you never know what the future holds."

If she only knew how right her words were and what was to come in the future. Resisting the urge to grimace at the thought of the oncoming war it now was my time to smile serenely. "Thanks for the advice professor. I will keep it in mind." With this I excused myself and strode away in the direction of the library not to arouse suspicion. I always had enough reason to go there anyway. My research was going swimmingly. There were no records of an object like the brooch and no similar cases to mine. However looking into runes and different kinds of magic proved rather promising. There were a few ideas I already had formed that could be useful. I just needed more time to figure out the theorie and maybe then I could give it a trial run.

Still, I wouldn't have the time before the holidays and if running into McGonagall remindet me of something it was the upcoming meeting with some of the Order members. Finally alone my face could consort into a grimace. I was so happy when Dumbeldore told me about it and I was still very grateful, but now I felt torn. It felt like I would lie to them. Not only that I had to keep everything that was to come a secret, no, there was my involvement with Barty Crouch Jr - a convicted Death Eater. If they found out would they believe I was double dealing? What if they thought I was spying for the other side? A hot knot formed in my stomach at the thought. 'Your mothers daughter after all... Traitor...Unworthy...' These words echo through my mind. Each one hurt more than the other. I wasn't sure when I stopped wallking and instead cowered close to the wall. My chest was constricting under heavy breaths. I knew I had to get my act together but everything just seemed out of focus.

Distantly I heard the shuffeling of shoes. A pair seemed to stop right next to me. Through the panic attack I could only make out a few of the spoken words: "...... matter ...... u?! .... pathetic .... up! ....... oh....u." The voice was familliar but I couldn't grasp who it belonged to, instead my brain latched onto the word fitting my episode. 'PATHETIC' The words were added loudly to the ringing in my ears.
Then suddenly a hand on my shoulder. "viA! ....Via .... VIA!" Every syllable was clearer and louder. Startled I finally  managed to grasp a bit of my surroundings. The hand was still there. I was on the cold brick floor. The intense smell of some kind of probably expensive parfum attacked my nostrils. Biting hard down on my teeth I focused on the feeling and tried to assemble more senses to hold my focus. Smell: Parfum, something wet, something salty, the old musty smell of the castle. Hearing: Breath next to mine, the tapping of rain that probably belonged to the wet smell, far away chatter from students... Feeling: The hand, the cold floor, the clammy feeling of the tears that had run down my face. And finally I could focus on the person next to me. Blond hair falling over his in concern drawn eyes. His body with the big black green robe blocks out the rest of the corridor. Still slightly disoriented I furrow my brows. "Draco? Why... What are you doing here?"
Standing up abruply he crosses his arms. Back up were his defences. "I coud ask you  the same thing. After all you are the one sniffling pityfull on the floor." My mind wasn't ready for the task of manovering the slytherin boys deflectiv attitude. Taking a deep breath, I stared him dead in the eye. "Yes... sure, be it as it may. I'm fine now. Thank you for caring and checking on me."
Spluttering he tried to avert my words, but failed miserably. An exhausted smile ghosted my lips. He was a good boy at heart. However this day had been too much. I couldn't be around people for much longer. My nerves were still on edge and I had too many run-inns with the main characters of this whole drama today. Everything I now wanted was some peace, quiet and my bed. Therefor I excused myself and hurried along the halls to the ravenclaw common room.