Ever since the day of the Quidditch match, no one had bothered Iblis anymore; some students even went out of their way to avoid her. Viewed in that light, Draco's suggestion had indeed been very practical.
One evening at dinner, Iblis was enjoying a beef pie on her plate when a sleek, handsome owl flew overhead and dropped a letter. Puzzled, she picked up the envelope. "For me?" Looking down at the crooked, scrawled recipient's name, it was indeed hers. She opened the envelope and looked closely, her whole face leaning in as her brows knitted together.
"What on earth is this chicken scratch supposed to be? I can't read a single word." Just as she was agonizing over it, someone called her name from behind.
Chapter 31