Chapter One Hundred Forty-Six
Mercy
Now the past I've tried forgetting
And my foes I could forgive
Trouble is, I know it's petty
But I hate to let them live
(My Lullaby - Suzanne Pleshette)January 18th, 1999"EVERYONE QUIET!"
Kingsley was shouting and had taken to using a Sonorus Charm in order to get the
attention of the chaotic Wizengamot.
Most of the blood purists were in an outrage on behalf of Umbridge, though the
Order members were just as loud on the other side, defending Mia's accusation. It was the
members in the middle who remained silent. When an actual fight broke out between two
lower opposing members, Theo Nott, with an annoyed look on his face, stood from his
own family seat and made his way to sit beside Draco, rather than get trampled on by
duelling half-bloods.
"She's likely to destroy the place without lifting a finger of her own. Was that in
whatever dastardly plan the two of you had concocted when you so conveniently arrived in
the middle of a session?"
Mia made eye contact with Draco, overhearing the question, and smirked.
"Remember how smart Granger was?" Draco asked his friend.
Theo nodded. "Enough to frustrate you into some delightful common room hissy
fits for besting your scores."
Draco ignored the insult and the quiet laughter that Mia was trying to stifle. "She's
had an additional eight years of education, plus this time, she was raised by a pureblood
Slytherin mother."
"Merlin, help us." Theo chuckled. "Look at her face. She's enjoying this quite a bit."
And she really was.