Finder
ˈfīndər/
noun
a person who finds someone or something.
This is the story of a girl.
A finder...
That couldn't even find herself.
Logan Moore has a secret. Soon she will discover that secrets have the power to turn lives upside down.
Marauder...
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They all sighed happily.
"Well, I'm going to start hanging up flyers for the party!" Logan chirped.
"I'll help!" Remus added.
"Yeah... I'm going back to sleep..." James declared and flopped down onto his bed.
By the time Logan and Remus left, he was already asleep.
"So..." Remus said, awkwardly, "How're you?"
"I'm doing just dandy!" Logan said with jazz hands.
Logan was just about to hang another flyer when someone tapped her shoulder. She gasped and dropped all her flyers.
"Fabian!" She pretended to scold.
She bent down and he scooped up some of the fallen papers.
"Sorry." He apologized.
His twin stopped and read one of the papers.
"A party, huh?" Gideon asked.
"Yup." Remus said.
"And all the houses are welcome?"
Logan bopped him on the nose and nodded.
"Even Slytherin?" Fabian asked.
"Of course, even Slytherin!" Logan said, "One of my friends is in Slytherin!"
"Oh, yeah, Lily's bestie, right?"
"Yeah."
"Well, gotta go! Too much to do before the big day!"
"What big day?"
"Christmas, silly!" Fabian answered.
"You waited until now to do your Christmas shopping?!"
"We Prewetts are great at procrastinating!" Gideon said cheerfully.
"Don't sound so proud!" She yelled after him as he and his twin left.
"So... when did you become close with the Prewetts?" Remus asked.
"Hmm, I guess past couple of days, why? You jealous?!"
"Ha."
"You didn't deny it!" Logan laughed.
"I thought the "ha" made it pretty clear."
"Hmm, sure."
He bumped into her. She gasped dramatically and bumped back into him. The two continued shoving each other until Logan lost her balance and fell into a group of Ravenclaw first years.
"Ow!"
"Logan, are you Okay?!" Remus panicked.
"I'm fine, ask the poor soul who cushioned my fall."
