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ELEVEN

The Paint

Raya appreciated the silent walk back to the Gryffindor common room. Most importantly she was grateful that the twins never stopped to ask what happened between her and Cedric.

"What are these hours you three are coming in?" The Fat Lady in the portrait angrily said as they finally approached the common room.

Fred rolled his eyes, while George said the password, which Raya didn't seem to catch. Although still visibly angry, The Fat Lady had opened her portrait, which the three soon climbed in.

At this rate, all Raya wanted to do was crawl into a corner and cry, but it seems she was far from reaching that goal.

"Took you long enough," sneered Parvati, entering the common room, the three of them found themselves in front of all her Hogwarts friends, or what seems a different version of her friends.

She made eye contact with a very nervous Ron, he was sitting down on the couch, where it seems he was being held down by Ginny.

Next to them stood closely, Parvati, Hermione, and Dean, who seemed to be standing in front of two other people.

They all appeared to have visibly angry expressions, yet Raya appeared unphased by it all. "And of course, you two are with her," Hermione said referring to both Fred and George.

"What's going on?" Fred asked, confused to see this many people still up at this hour.

Though his answer was soon answered, as the two people Hermione and Dean seemed to be standing in front of had now moved to the front. Revealing their faces that were oddly plastered with bright blue paint.

"Yeah, okay good luck with that!" George patted her shoulder and soon both he and Fred made their way up the boy's staircase.

Raya couldn't help herself and let out a small laugh. "Oy, so you think this is funny," Seamus asked annoyed.

Her small laugh then turns into hysterical laughter, where her sad tears were now forming into happy ones. Wiping them away, she said, "Did two smurfs throw up on you two, or was that blue paint by choice?"

"Don't act like you didn't do this!" Lavender yelled out, who was now being held back by both Parvati and Hermione.

She glanced at each of them as the words left Lavender's mouth, "You think I did this? As much as I find this amusing, why would I do this?"

"Don't act like you haven't already caused trouble for us," sneered Ginny, "Otherwise why would Dumbledore ask you to stay behind?"

"You've never heard the term of mind your damn business."

"Oh please," Dean whispered underneath himself, "Don't you think you've caused much trouble for us already?"

Once again, all Raya could do was laugh, if only they knew the truth.

"This," Seamus dramatically pointed to Lavender and himself, "Was the last straw, we're tired of your shit."

"That conversation with Dumbledore," a familiar voice rang out from the top of the staircase, standing on top was Harry. "I mean surely you won't mind sharing with us if it had nothing to do with your stupid behavior."

He said as he made his way down and soon found himself standing face-to-face with her.

With a blank stare, she said, "And surely your thickhead understands the definition of a private conversation."

He chuckled, "I'm giving you an opportunity, to be honest with me, so why struggle?"

Raya stayed silent for a while, what exactly can she say?