Lies

Jules, Ana, or Juli. But not Juliana. Unless you want to die...

But he ignored me and instead stared at the mounds of food in front of him. The dishes in front of us were piled high with roast beef, roast chicken, pork chops, and lamb chops, sausages, bacon and steak, boiled potatoes, roast potatoes, fries, Yorkshire pudding, peas, carrots, gravy, ketchup, and, weirdly enough, peppermint humbugs. Harry piled his plate high with a bit of everything except the humbugs. Nope, I don't think he was starved back at the Dursleys'.

But I'm one to talk. Hehe. I'm surprised I haven't gotten fat from all the food I've eaten since arriving at the Malfoys. Seriously. I'm surprised Draco is still skinny too, he's had all that food his entire life.

"That does look good," said Ruffy sadly as I buttered my potatoes.

"Can't you--?" Harry and I asked at the same time.

"I haven't eaten for nearly five hundred years," said the ghost. "I don't need to, of course, but one does miss it. I don't think I've introduced myself? Sir Nicholas de Mimsy-Porpington at your service. Resident ghost of Gryffindor Tower."

"I know who you are!" blurted out Ron. "My brothers told me about you! You're Nearly Headess Nick!"

"I would prefer you to call me Sir Nicholas de Mimsy-" he began, but Seamus Finnigan interrupted.

"Nearly Headless? How can you be nearly headless?"

"Yea! I was just thinking the same thing!" I said.

"Like this, my dear American," he said irritably. "Geez, PMS much? We were just asking a question!" I said, earning me a glare from him and a laugh from everyone listening in. OMG YAY HE CALLED ME AN AMERICAN!

He then seized his left ear and pulled. His whole head swung off his shoulder as if it was on a hinge. "Guess someone can't swing an ax right," I commented, and he gave a short bark of derisive laughter. "Unfortunately." I was about to ask how that was unfortunate, but his attention was diverted from all the looks of stun and amazement he was getting. Clearly pleased, he flipped his head back onto his neck, coughed, then said something else. But I wasn't listening. I tuned out and decided to make conversation with Juliana who was next to me, eating alone and not talking to anyone. Someone's being anti-social!

"Hey!" I said, startling her. "Umm...hi?" she replied uncertainly.

"Hi. Hayley Cortel!" I said pleasantly, holding out my hand. At least, I hoped it was pleasant. I was still pissed off with Harry for being in Gryffindor.

"Umm, no, my name is Juliana Black..."

"I was introducing myself..."

"I knew that!" she said defensively.

"Liar."

Then we looked at each other and burst into laughter. "Juliana Black! But I guess you already knew that, thanks to McGonagall," she said, also holding out her hand, as I had put mine down in my laughter. "Um, my name is Hayley, not Juliana, but it's nice to meet you anyway!" I shook her hand. She just rolled her eyes.

"Just call me Jules. Or Ana. Or Juli. But call me Juliana and I will chop off your head, and it won't even hang off by a little bit off skin."

"Just call me Lee...and someone's being social, huh?"

We laughed and started to talk about random stuff. I was only interrupted once when Harry nudged me during dessert and said, "Hey Lee, what's your blood status?" he said, sounding a lot like Draco. "You sound like Draco. And I'm a pure-blood."

He made a face at being compared to him, but I turned back to Jules. Her eyes widened. "OMIGOSH! I JUST REALIZED SOMETHING! 'Hey, Lee,' sounds like Hayley!" I looked at her with a 'No duh' expression and we started laughing again as the twins and Lee Jordan snorted into their puddings across from us. We have no shame in our stupidity. But she will never be stupider than moi, I'll tell ya that much right now.