Plot Twist [GEORGE WEASLEY]

56.

Gina caught up with Amara outside the Ravenclaw common room. She was descending the stairs at a glacial pace. "Amara!" cried Gina, scurrying to her friend, nimble as she could be on swollen feet.

Amara wore a blank look. Gina waved her hand in front of her. Nothing came of it. She tapped her elbow, being gentle. Amara remained docile. True to Gina's speculation, she was sleepwalking.

"Amara..." Gina said. "Where are you going?"

The girl in question pointed upwards. There was nothing there. Gina thought of waking Amara up. Although, it did seem she knew where she was going. On some level. "Can you tell me where?" requested Gina.

"It wants me to come there. It's safe," Her lips moved.

"Safe from what?"

"From everything."

This ambiguity silenced Gina. She tread on Amara's heels. They went up the grand staircase, going up four flights of stairs. It seemed a familiar route and unanimously, she couldn't conceive where their destination lay.

It might have been expected of a sleepwalker to trip or fall. In this case it didn't occur. Amara navigated with the surety as she would awake. Gina was glad; she didn't want to her to fall and injure herself.

Soon enough, they wound up in a set of corridors. The one where they went through to get to the Room of Requirement. The very place they had the DA meeting. Peculiar.

It became more so when Amara broke off at a tapestry. The one of the guy getting attacked by trolls and their majestic clubs. Gina thought she should get a club for herself someday.

"It's here," Amara announced.

Gina studied the wall, skeptical.

"What is here?"

"I know what is here. Just tell me when I wake up."

"Tell you when you're what!?"

Rudely, Amara didn't clarify her statement and collapsed into Gina's arms. She heaved, collecting Amara's loose limbs. They flopped all over the place. If Gina was in a good mood she would control Amara like she was a puppet. She wasn't so she patted her cheeks.

A groan emitted from Amara. She smacked her lips, lashes fluttering. She lessened some of the weight off Gina. She rubbed her eyes and surveyed the room. She shook, startled. "Gina? What are we doing here?" she hugged herself, eyes darting side to side.

The poor thing was unsettled. Gina explained the ordeal on the way back to the common room. Amara had become perturbed that she had sleepwalked. It was a rarity.

"You told me to tell you 'it' was there..." Gina divulged.

"I...what? What's there?"

They delayed the conversation when they had to solve a riddle. The knocker had come with a new riddle. It was complicated and convoluted. The knocker had called it his best work. The two teenagers didn't seem to think so and forfeited in favour of returning to their beds sooner.

"You children don't seem to know the beauty of a hard riddle!" the knocker scolded.

"It's three o'clock in the morning!" retorted Amara.

The door slammed.

"You didn't answer my question. What's there?" she brought up the topic, not exhausted from the tirade with the knocker.

Gina held a finger up. "Look. These are the facts. You stood in front of the troll tapestry and told me to tell you that it was there. After that, you went back to sleep."