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CHAPTER SEVENTY-SIXthe slug club

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CHAPTER SEVENTY-SIX
the slug club


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𝐃𝐀𝐊𝐎𝐓𝐀 𝐒𝐀𝐓 𝐁𝐄𝐓𝐖𝐄𝐄𝐍 𝐇𝐀𝐑𝐑𝐘 𝐀𝐍𝐃 𝐇𝐄𝐑𝐌𝐈𝐎𝐍𝐄 𝐀𝐓 𝐒𝐋𝐔𝐆𝐇𝐎𝐑𝐍'𝐒 𝐃𝐈𝐍𝐍𝐄𝐑 𝐏𝐀𝐑𝐓𝐘. Lyra was invited to come too, but there had been no sign of her. No one saw her outside of classes and meals, and when they did see her, she was with Draco and the other Slytherins.

Harry said that he would see her wandering around the corridors at night on the Marauders Map, and sometimes, she would vanish completely. Dakota and Aliyah had both tried talking to her, but Lyra would always give them the same reply – warning – every time, which was to stay away from her.

Aliyah had a theory that she was under the Imperius Curse and even attempted Finite Incantatem to try and prove that she was, but nothing had happened. It seemed as if she was acting on her own free will, which made sense taking into consideration that she had been having more frequent panic attacks since returning to Hogwarts for 6th year.

Hermione had said that Lyra was probably blaming herself for what happened to Ophelia in the Department of Mysteries, and she was distancing herself from them on purpose so that they wouldn't meet the same fate.

"So, tell me, Cormac, do you see anything of your Uncle Tiberius these days?" Slughorn asked a 7th year Gryffindor boy.

"Yes, sir," Cormac replied. "In fact, I'm meant to go hunting with him and the Minister of Magic over the holidays."

"Well, be sure to give them both my best. And what about your uncle, Belby? For those of you who don't know, Marcus's uncle invented the Wolfsbane Potion. Is he working on anything new?"

"Don't know," Belby said through a mouthful of his dessert, making Dakota scrunch her nose in disgust. "Him and Dad don't get on." He shoved another spoonful into his mouth. "Probably because me dad says potions are rubbish. Says the only potion worth having is a stiff one at the end of the day."

"What about you, Miss Granger?" Slughorn looked at Hermione on the other side of the table. "What exactly does your family do in the Muggle world?"

"My parents are dentists," Hermione said, her cheeks tinting a light shade of pink when everyone looked over at her. An awkward silence had fallen. "They tend to people's teeth."

"Fascinating." Slughorn gasped, intrigued. "And is that considered a dangerous profession?"

"No. . .Although, one boy, Robbie Fenwick, did bite my father once." Hermione chuckled awkwardly. "He needed ten stitches."

Dakota forced a laugh to help her feel more comfortable, Aliyah following suit. Hermione sent them both a small, thankful smile as the door opened and Ginny came in.

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