Henrick Hanz and the Demon of Durmstrang

Chapter 5

They day usually ended in the same place. Though he shared his classes with Fiona, she always insisted in joining him in the library afterwards. She claimed it was because Henrick knew how to make the tormented souls of the ghosts imprisoned there to be silence. While that was true, it had not been due to any spells or special affinity towards ghosts, despite whom he was related to. He had just politely gone up and requested those ghosts to shut up while he was studying. It had been mostly effective. Every now and again, a specter would rattle his ethereal chains about and moan, but the silence was honored so long as the silver rehired titan sat at one of the old, warn tables.

Already, books were piled about in high mountainous piles. Henrick was known for taking half the books upon a subject he was interested in, he would clean out entire shelves of texts. His powerful arms could easily carry an enormous stack of books with very little effort. He piled up the books in front of him like a veritable wall. To his right, he had his notes and the book he was currently flipping through. To his left hand slightly hidden from view was his translation book. The book had been a wonderful gift from Fiona. He would write words he didn’t know upon a blank page. The word then changed before his eyes to the German equivalent. It was a terribly useful book as he still ardently refused to learn English.

On the other side of his manmade book structure, Fiona sat twirling a strand of russet hair about her fingertip, chatting away about the day’s events. Henrick paid her gossiping little mind. Their meetins in the library would soon turn into a repeat of their meals together. Just like his meals and his sleeping, he needed absolute silence in order to concentrait effectively. Which was why he tuned out most of what the girl was saying. Besides, he’d been there too. He’d seen just what she had. He wasn’t blind after all. He did not need to be informed of every last detail of every last thing that had transpired.

“Could you beelive it? Hanna was so scared that shehad to go to the infirmary! She kept crying and screaming. I don’t want to die. I don’t want to die. How pathetic can she get? And then she started saying that Krumm would come back and save her. Can you imagine. All the silly things, and she decided on that oen. As if he’s going to apperate all the way from England and miss his chance to throw his name in the cup just to save her underdeveloped ass. And would you beelvie it…that wretch actually asked me to forrow you for the next three days! Ha! As if I would give you to anyone, lease of all not a hussy like her. I told her where she could go. And then after lunch, Burkov tried to talk to me again. He’s so disgusting, Eisen. You should do something about him.”

Henrick just continued to flip though the pages of his book randomly. He wasn’t even nodding. He found it impossible to focus when there was that incessant chattering in his ear. “It’s just too bad that they had to shut down the challenge to. You would have been so marvelous in there. And you could have shown him a thing or two. Taught him to leave me alone. Eisen…Eisen. Are you even listening to me?”

To that Hanz shut the current book and placed it atop the smaller of the two piles. As he reached for the next, he grunted slightly. “Burkov is a pain. Zhat girl is a coward. Und ve are still being denied out chance as zhe special course.” His swift conclusion was punctuated by the sound of an incredibly thick tome hitting the table with a thud. It was his way of letting her know that he was not to be interrupted again.