Aeipathy - Chapter 2

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"Yeah? What is it?"

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"W-well," Harry looks at the trio in front of us

"Can we go somewhere private?"

I look over Alice Rose, her eyes widen and she nods her head aggressively.

"No funny business" Fred and George say.

I roll my eyes and Harry takes my hand, guiding me away.

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"You're not trying to kill me right?" I say, cocking my brow.

"Wot? Of course not!" He says, his brows furrowing.

"Okay just checking"

Harry and I walk through what feels like a million halls. I notice Harry glancing at me every once in a while, but when I look at him he looks away.

We eventually stop in front of a statue.

"What the hell is this?" I say, crinkling my nose.

"I have a question"

"Shoot" I say, raiding my arms and then dropping them

"Well, we have formed a group,"

I eye Harry suspiciously

"Dumbledore's Army, the DA"

"Oh, that's cool" I say questionably

"And we were wondering if you'd maybe want to join?" Harry asks cautiously.

"I mean... well... sure" I sigh.

"Brilliant!"

"But first, can Alli join too?"

"Who's Alli?"

"Alice Rose dumbass"

"Oh, well, aren't her parents death eaters?"

"Yes... but she can be a spy"

"Uhm... fine" Harry says. I smile.

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I walk back into the Great Hall and sit down. I'm faced with a humiliated looking Alli,

"What the hell did you two do to her?!?"

"Uhm... well... uh," Fred stammers.

"We gave her Veriteserum" George finishes cautiously.

I look over to Alli to see tears streaming down her face.

"Oh my god, you two DOUCHBAGS" I yell the last part.

"MISS PALMIERI,"

We all turn to look at her, everyone else's eyes are on me.

"We do not use that kind of language here" McGonagall says, arms crossed.

I clear my throat.

"Well professor, does it look like I give a shit" I smile sarcastically at her.

"DETENTION WITH FILCH FOR A WEEK" she says and storms off.

"GIAVETTE!" Alli shouts.

I turn to her and chuckle.

She leans back and touches her head to the floor.

"Alli..." I say, trying not to laugh at the twins' red faces.

"What"

"Your shirt" I say, bursting out laughing.

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