𝑰𝒏𝒉𝒆𝒓𝒊𝒕𝒆𝒅 | 𝑫𝒓𝒂𝒄𝒐 𝑴𝒂𝒍𝒇𝒐𝒚 | 𝟐

| THIRTEEN |

Chapter 13: I must not tell lies

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"Harry!" Olivia called from the top of the moving staircase leading to the Great Hall.

The said boy whipped around to face the girl who had took off jumping down the steps, two at a time in an attempt to get to him quickly. The boy shook his head and began to mumble, "Please don't fall." Continuously until she reached the bottom safely.

"Hey." She said breathlessly, readjusting her black and green robes.

"Hi, you okay?" He nodded.

"Yeah yeah. ." She rushed quickly, ". .i saw the bandage on your hand, what's wrong?"

"Oh nothing, got too close to the stands in quidditch practice and scraped it."

Olivia's brow arched as she tilted her head to the side and gave Harry a look. She clicked her tongue against the roof of her mouth and nodded her head before taking a step closer towards him, "Didn't you learn Harry?" She mused while keeping her voice low, "One must not tell lies. I'm sure Umbridge would be terribly disappointed to hear that you didn't learn your lesson." She smirked, tuting.

She took a step back and winked at a bewildered Harry while wearing a know-it-all expression on her face. Olivia the pulled her left hand out of her pocket and flashed it to him where it was incredibly red and sore, across her hand read 'I must not tell lies.'

Before anyone caught her she wrapped a bandage around her own hand and put it back into her pocket. She nodded once at Harry while walking away and turning back on herself to enter the Great Hall for dinner.

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"Olivia Warwick?" Called a blonde second year as her voice rang out though the common room.

"What?" Olivia shouted back, her eyes still focused on the parchment where she was furiously scribbling out her Divination essay due in the morning that she'd continently forgotten about.

"Someone outside asking for you." The second year shouted back.

Serena laughed from her place on the floor next to the Olivia as the girl muttered a colourful string of choice words and slammed her book shut before getting up and storming to the portrait.

She was fully ready to shout at the person who disturbed her from finishing her essay, her wand hidden up her sleeve. When she got outside however, she held her tongue as she found Harry and Ron standing in front of her. Releasing the breath she'd been holding she sat down on the stone steps that led up to the portrait, "You tossers better have a good reason for pulling me out here."

"Nice to see you too." Ron mumbled.

"Shove off you git. How'd you two idiots even find the dungeons anyways."

Harry and Ron exchanged panicked glances before the raven haired boy cleared his throat, "Never mind that, how did you know I was lying earlier?"

She shrugged her shoulders, "Because you are a shit liar, Potter." Harry's brow rose as he let out an unimpressed huff of annoyance regarding her vagueness, "And I know that Gryffindor don't have the quidditch pitch booked until next week."