Plot Twist [GEORGE WEASLEY]

25.

She was back at the library. Out of all her years, she had never been jaded of this place. The books no longer brought excited shivers. She recoiled, scared of retaining any more useful information. Silently doing homework, Camilla had seated herself next to her. Amara noticed Camilla's lids lowering.

"Hey, Cam?" Amara nudged her friend.

Camilla's leg jerked. The movement caused an ink bottle to roll sideways. Ink dripped down the edge of the table onto her skirt. Groaning, Camilla glared at Amara. She furiously wiped the ink with her sweater. "That's your sweater," Amara remarked with a giggle.

Camilla groaned again, throwing the sweater again.

"You know you could have used a cleaning spell, right?" Amara articulated, fishing her wand out of her back pocket. "Scourgify!"

The blackness vanished in an instant.

Camilla glared once again.

"What?"

"Once you started hanging out with the Weasley twins, you have become so...mocking," Camilla cleaned the ink stain from her skirt with her wand.

"How so?" a mischievous smile played on Amara's lips. She knew how. She just wanted to use her newfound skills to torment her friends. Camilla seemed to know her friend too well. She flicked the back of Amara's head.

"Ow!"

"That's what you get," Camilla chuckled at Amara rubbing the back of her head.

"You know what? I think you're jealous," Amara cooed, trying to appear condescending.

"I am not," scoffed Camilla, swatting Amara like she were a fly.

Amara threw an arm around Camilla's shoulder. She caressed her dark hair, which lay in loose waves. Camilla struggled, however, Amara proved to be stronger. She even attempted to kick her shin; Amara had been sitting with her legs folded on her chair. 

"Darling, you know I'll never forget you. You were my first best friend. No one can replace you," Amara assured, ignoring Camilla's irritating growls.

From the fear of being bitten, Amara released her friend.

"Where are those irritating ass twins? I can't believe they made you so cocky," Camilla turned around in her chair, eyes flashing with harsh recognition.

Amara turned too, seeing two redheads approach them.

"Hey, Amara. Amara's friend," they greeted in unison.

Camilla shuddered. "So creepy."

"I know, right?" Amara nodding.

Fred dropped a thin book onto their table. It flopped lightly. Amara picked it up, gingerly, as it could fall apart any moment. She had never seen such a thin book before. Usually, humongous volumes lived in this time-worn library. Definitely not two-hundred-page books.

"We found something," Fred explained, noting Amara's mystified, scrunched together eyebrows.

Amara ran through the pages. She found a piece of parchment paper peeking out from one of the pages. Then, another one. At least a whole page had been marked. Amara visited the first bookmark.

She had not even thought of reading these devastatingly small books. She saw the chapter name, the ends of letters curling. Her eyes rushed through the first page. Once she finished, the twins were greeted with an excited grin. "The Pureblood Supremacist Movement! Thank you two for this," Amara paused, glancing at her bag. "I don't know how to thank you both."