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9|pot calling the kettle black

THE SHRIEKING SHACK WAS smaller than Quinn ever would've thought. Without necessary insulation, the air was frigid and Quinn sat on a stool doing her best not to shiver. The shadows in the corners leered into them, and the little light only made the dust floating in the air glow.

"I can't believe Charolette didn't want to come," Adam murmured.

"She was too worried about getting in trouble," Quinn replied, biting down her irritation. She knew that wasn't the real reason, something told her it had to do with the lack of Harley in the room.

Harry Potter stood at the front of the room discussing with his two friends. She knew he was a living legend, an anomaly with the scar to prove it, but Quinn was hard to impress and all the fawning over him and his story just seemed like a waste of time. Normally he wasn't a person that bounced around her head unless mentioned, but after the Triwizard Tournament last year she couldn't help but wonder about what truly transpired the night his parents were murdered and what happened in the maze.

That was part of reason for her presence, she was hoping for answers, hoping to hear from Harry Potter's mouth that You-Know-Who is back rather than acting on educated guesses. She also reasoned that she may need to know Defense Against the Dark Arts, just incase something comes of her Death Eater lineage.

"Bullshit," Adam called, confirming Quinn's suspicions. "She had no qualms about brewing a polyjuice potion under everyone's nose and helping you impersonate your brother."

"Yup," Quinn sighed, tensing her muscles to suppress the shivering. "She seems pretty selective."

Adam glanced around. "I think she has a thing for Harley."

Quinn glowered at him. "Why do you say that?" She didn't like the accusation he was throwing, and she liked even less that he might be right.

Just another person who'll eventually prefer her brother to her.

"Why else would she want you guys to get along?" Adam asked. "It's almost like she has a stake in it."

"You have something else than that."

"You have anything to offer?"

"I promise not to hit you if you tell me."

"Fine, fine," Adam grinned his wolfish grin. "You've convinced me. I saw her the other night in the common room, she was sneaking out."

"Breaking more rules I see."

Adam didn't acknowledge her comment. "I managed to get her to tell me she was going to visit someone."

"And you think it was Harley because..."

Adam shrugged. "I have my reasons."

Quinn knew he wouldn't tell her anything he didn't want to, and with the amused almost daring expression on his face she knew he was done sharing.

"Sworn to secrecy, are you?"

"That I am."

Quinn wondered what type of promise would allow him to put the idea of Charolette and Harley in her head without telling her the exact reasoning behind the accusation.

"Alright guys," Harry Potter's voice washed over the room, earning everyone's attention without effort. There are some benefits to being a living piece of history. "Let's get started, shall we?"

THE FIRST MEETING OF Dumbledore's Army was interesting to say the least. To begin with, finding the entrance to the Room of Requirement was easier said than done. Quinn's mind, which was always been torn in a million different directions, couldn't stay focused on what she wanted for however long it took for her to walk back and forth three times.