Chapter 16

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Enadira woke a tad earlier than usual today. With everything that happened yesterday, she needed a break. So Enadira got dressed in her Gryffindor uniform, went out of her dorm room, and decided to sneak out. As she left the common room and made sure Mrs. Norris wasn't around. As she took a peak, she felt two hands on her shoulders, and she gasped as she turned around.

It was Fred and George who both gave her a smile. "Morning Enadira," they said. Enadira put her hand to her chest. "Oh it's just you two; you gave me a fright," she said with a smile. "Hang on, what are you two doing up so early?" she asked the twins. "Easier for you to say; you're awake," said Fred. "Yes, indeed, too early," said George. Enadira smirked "It's just one of those mornings," she said.

"Well, we sometimes like to walk around to watch the sunrise, but don't tell anyone," said Fred. "We have a reputation," said George. "Promise" Enadira said, and she looked down to notice they had food in their hands. "Hang on, breakfast can't be served just yet," she said, looking at their hands. "Oh, we have a way to get food whenever we're hungry, another secret," said Fred. "We're willing to share with you," said George. "I hope it isn't something crazy," Enadira said.

"Come with us," the twins said, and Enadira followed them. They went through the grand staircase, went to the lowest level, and finally were in front of a painting of a pear portrait. "Revelio," the twins said, and a door appeared. "No way, it's the kitchen," Enadira said as they walked in. Enadira was surprised to see house elves everywhere.

"I wasn't expecting house elves to make our food," Enadira said as she saw them cooking breakfast. "Yeah, and we just ask them for a small snack, and they make it happily," Fred said. "Apparently we used to have house elves, but my mother freed them all, so now we don't have house elves anymore," Enadira said. She never questioned why they don't anymore, but Enadira knew that her mother was against house elves working based on her mother's journals. "Well, here you go," George said, handing Enadira a blueberry scone.

"Thanks," Enadira said, and together they left the kitchen. "Now remember, no telling our secrets," the twins said, and Enadira nodded. "I promise I won't," she said, and they parted ways. As Enadira was back at the grand staircase, having already eaten her scone, she noticed a few students had already awoken. "Right, exams start at 10:00 o'clock," she said, checking her pocket watch, which was 8:20 AM. Then, when she put her pocket watch away, she felt a different fabric and was confused.

Enadira then realized what it was: Snape's cloak. "Oh! I almost forgot about his cloak! This is going to be awkward to return it," she thought as she walked up the stairs that led her to the grand hall. As she entered the hall and sat down, a delicious breakfast was already served. She hadn't seen her friends yet, so she decided to take a peek in her cloak to see Snape's. As she felt the fabric and decided to inhale, the smell of Snape went straight to her very soul.

Snape's scent was almost identical to the candle she made for him at Christmas. Enadira enjoyed the scent very much and quickly closed her own cloak and hid it very well inside. She recently discovered that, for some reason, her cloak's pockets are able to hold anything inside, no matter how big or small; she didn't know who cast the spell. As she began to eat, she noticed the majority were already coming to eat and saw a few professors, one of them being Snape. Enadira was always careful not to stare at him for too long or too short.

This time, however, she felt a pair of eyes lingering over her very existence and saw it was Snape himself. At first, she moved her eyes toward something else but quickly returned them to him. It was only when Dumbledore spoke to him that his eyes moved. "Why was he looking at me? Why did I look back?" Enadira thought and lightly blushed. Then her friends arrived. "Morning Enadira," the trio said. "Morning guys," she said with a quick smile.

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