ANNABEL walked inside the potions' classroom with a big smile on her face, she didn't even notice all the Slytherins giving her awkward looks, she was too happy to care.
"Annabel, over here!" Seamus said, raising his hand in the air to catch the girl's attention.
The brunette joined them, stealing a glance of Dean who was giving her a genuine smile, "Hi, guys."
"Hi," Seamus answered before rolling his eyes as Dean and Neville seemed to be in a very intense conversation, "Sorry about them, Dean can't stop talking about the girl who sends him letters."
Annabel's heart missed a beat as she pretented to be surprised, "Oh? And why is that?"
"Because he finally gathered the courage to write her back, now he wants to know who she is," Seamus explained, completely oblivious that his friend was lying to him, "He even has a plan, but it's stupid."
"Which is?" Annabel asked, concerned she might be discovered.
"He plans to follow the owl he will use to send her a letter."
"You're right, that's stupid," Annabel replied.
"Heard that Dean? Even Annabel, your all time best friend, thinks your plan's stupid."
"But, I want to know who she is!" Dean retorted.
"What if it was just someone who wanted to make fun of you from the beginning?" Seamus said.
"Nobody would send such meaningful letters for over a year," Dean answered, "I will find a way to know who it is."
Out of fear, Annabel didn't send a letter that day, and didn't for at least a week.
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So, what should I say? Except that don't worry, more letters are to come :) I hope you liked it!
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