-Immer Ende-

-Chapter✦Fourteen-

✧TRUTH WILL OUT✧

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Imara had invited Romulus to get out and enjoy the first snowfall, but with it being Saturday—The damnable bloke claimed he was busy, meaning that he was going to be spending the rest of the time in the library.

She understood, for the most part, that he couldn't concentrate on enjoying his free time when there were looming due dates. It had taken a long time for her to understand that there would always be something due, but perhaps it was her residing with her Uncle Regulus more often than not. Sure she followed her mother on the occasion, but with Romulus' pursuing potions at such a young age.

Imara wanted something as well, but heR Uncle wasn't as invested in Magical Creatures as she was. But that didn't mean that it wasn't covered in some areas of Defense Against the Dark arts.

So she started from there and ended on a much different study pattern than her brother, ultimately pertaining to the difference between them.

Her hands had continued to pat down the clumped snow, yet ever so often she had taken a look at Fred. Not because he looked adorable in his mother's knitwear, that she herself had been given as a gift the following Christmas.

But because she was cautious as to when the twins would want a spontaneous snow ball fight, she was firmly prepared of holding her ground. Espeaclly when it was an unfair number, she wasn't in the mood to return to the common room completely drenched.

Truthfully, she was utterly thankful that the twins had remained at the castle with her. Her mother and father weren't kidding when they said that I'd be safer.

Yet they revoked their permissions slips, who on earth had squealed!

"Ready Fred?"
"Ready George."

The two had left their own snowman and began to walk off, only for Imara's eyes to take in the fresh snow prints that were on the ground...Though she knew well enough nobody had come in the court yard.

A perk to hanging out with the twins, those who wanted to avoid being involved with a prank would stay a grand foot or seven away from them.

"Clever, Harry." Fred offered.

"But not clever enough." George differed.

"Besides, we've got a better way." Fred finalized, and at this point, Imara had followed after the two—Now three Gryffindors.

Only to see the grand reveal of an invisibility cloak in Harry's hands.

So he'd been the one who walked in the courtyard. But for what?
And why did he look so peeved?

Fred had taken a look back at Imara and smirked, holding up the map in question and offering up the worn roll of parchment into Harry's hands.

Which was left to be unfurled, and the grand reveal of it being blank had caused another frown to sketch itself onto Potter's face.

"What's this rubbish?" Harry said with a scoff to his voice, he had already waited a good hour before heading off to join the rest of those in Hogsmead.

"Rubbish he says. That there's the secret to our success." Fred claims, and Imara's laughter confused the young Gryffindor.

"It's a wrench giving it to you, believe me," George said, with a hand over his heart. Acting as though it was true loss.