Plot Twist [GEORGE WEASLEY]

58.

Snow dusted the sleeves and ends of Amara's cloak. She stuck her tongue out at George and Fred as she separated from them. Over the past few days, snow had graced them, continuous in its blessing. It all accumulated into layers and layers of soft powder for their pleasure.

It had been a blinding white morning on her visit to the courtyard. The twins happened to be there, backs turned and unaware of her presence. There, she decided, lay a marvellous possibility to wreak havoc.

She provoked them into a snowball fight by aiming a colossal one, knocking Fred's hat askew. He accepted her challenge. Long story short, George cheated by intruding into her fort and distracting her into scolding him. Fred, ever the opportunist, attacked her with a snowball the size of her head.

Gred and Forge: 1

Amara: 0

She plopped down beside Luna. The snow she carried on her got disturbed, forming mountain peaks on her lap and the bench. "Why are you carrying the entire courtyard?" Amitee grumbled.

"I started a snowball fight," Amara chose a piece of toasted bread from a platter and slathered a generous amount of jam on. "Yum, this is mmph urm."

"Close your mouth when you chew, you heathen."

"Nom, nom."

The rest of her friends made an appearance, engaged in a collective whisper. Amara arched an eyebrow. Sensing her scrutiny, they drew back their necks, gawking at her. Their whispers seemingly stifled by her.

"What's up with you three?" she demanded while Amitee snickered.

Forcefully, Rose hauled Gina and Camilla down to sit. She leaned forward. "Yesterday, you sleepwalked again."

Amara flinched, dropping her half eaten toast. What disconcerting news to receive during breakfast. "What? And you're telling me this, now?"

"You were in such a hurry to go see the snow, so...Luna, can you pass the butter dish? Thanks... " Gina shrugged. "So, we figure it could wait."

"What happened? Was it like last time?" Amara woke up that day as if it were a normal day, somehow unaware of what transpired the night preceding. She hungered for an explanation.

"Umm," Camilla spoke this time, avoiding eye contact. "It was...and not."

Rose took the helm. "You see Amara, you started reciting a poem..."

"A poem?" Luna's blue eyes brightened.

This was a new faucet of cryptic the dark object showed thus far. Now that she found its first part, it was giving her madder clues, in its desperation to be reunited with its other half. "Do you remember it? Is it a popular one?"

"I didn't recognize it," Rose glanced at Gina who took a swig of orange juice. "Gina did. It's a muggle poem."

Gina wiped her mouth and nodded. "It's called 'In A Disused Graveyard'. My father loves that poem. It's by Robert Frost."

A muggle poem sent as a message from a monstrosity created by a wizard who despised the kind. The irony amused her. She wondered how the dark object knew it or accessed the knowledge.

"Is there a chance we can find a copy?" Amitee asked, daintily dabbing her napkin to the corners of her lips.

Camilla reached into her skirt pocket and retrieved a folded up piece of paper. Flashing Amitee a smug smile, she slid it to them. A scoff came from Amitee as she unravelled it.

"Where did you get this, Camilla?" inquired Luna.

"My fabulous mum gave me a book of Robert Frost's poems for one Christmas and I never read it. So, here you go, Amara. Make use of my mum's money."