White Blood ↣ T.Riddle

7, SECRETS

CHAPTER SEVEN • SECRETS

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WINTER HAD FINALLY LOST its harsh grip over Scotland and Spring was blooming; those at Hogwarts were blessed with the occasional dose of blue sky every once in a while but most of the time it remained cloudy and grey. While Georgia and Eddie hadn't spoken about what had happened that night, Georgia had kept her word and had not told anyone - it had been weeks ago, and the Easter holidays were now approaching rapidly.

The four friends were striding down the hallway, their robes sweeping the floor - except Georgia's. Her's barely reached her ankles, because she had grown so much since first year but the orphanage wouldn't buy her a new one, and she had no money - not to mention she was taller than the average fourteen-year-old girl.

"Any plans for the holidays, Carrie?" asked Georgia, hugging her book to her chest.

Carrie shook her head, her blonde waves flying everywhere. "No, we're staying at Hogwarts, aren't we, Eddie?" Eddie nodded, seeming distant. "Eddie, are you okay?" asked Carrie, concern trickling through her voice as soothing as honey.

Eddie seemed to snap back to reality. "Hm? Yeah, I'm fine. Why did mother say we weren't going back?" he asked.

"Oh, she said she was busy with work, and the war and other things. But she didn't mention anything about father. At Christmas she said he wasn't back from France yet, but he would be soon - I'm assuming he's at home now then," said Carrie. "Why? Is something wrong?"

Eddie blinked, his sad eyes flashing. He shook his head. "No! Everything's fine," he said, slightly too quickly. Carrie seemed to dismiss this and carried on walking, while shoving Hogwarts: A History in her bag.

"My goodness, if Margot doesn't shut up about becoming a prefect next year, I'm going to tip my ink all over her greasy, blonde-" Carrie was cut off by Amy.

"Hey! Margot's not that bad, and she said about coming a prefect once, Carrie, once. And her hair's not greasy, it's just - shiny."

Carrie just huffed and closed her bag. "Whatever you say - I despise her."

"You and I both know you don't like her because her and Oscar..." said Amy, raising her eyebrows. "You know, your first year crush, your first love-"

"Oh, shut up Amy," said Carrie lightly as the group turned a corner.

Georgia startled her friends out of their bickering. She'd noticed Violet walking alone, her blue-trimmed robes trailing behind her, and had shouted, "Violet!" deafeningly loud for her usual, quiet voice.

The dark haired girl turned around, startled. Her eyebrows were furrowed. "Oh, hello Georgia!" she said. Violet was hugging some textbooks and a pile of parchment to her chest. "Defence against the dark arts?"

Georgia nodded. "Yes, unfortunately. Professor said yesterday that we'd be writing for the whole lesson."

Violet groaned, "Oh, I forgot about that. I was looking forward to casting some pretty ace spells with this little baby," she whipped out her wand and twirled it round, "but not anymore I guess."