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Chapter Three:

Chapter Three:

 

“What is it Weasley? I have the least patience out of the three of us, spit it out.” Elizabeth spat with a roll of her eyes. She turned as Weasley shot her a glare but then let out a sigh and looked her in the eyes. He had been fidgeting for the last twenty minutes, and Elizabeth’s nerves were on edge as it was. The last thing she needed was to shove the chair out right from under Weasley or Potter. Potter, who was buried in his book, but no where near to understanding what was being talked about by Professor Binns.

 

“Why do you do it?” Elizabeth cocked a brow at him, a face full of confusion. “Hang out with those blokes, you’re smart enough to know that all this pureblood bull-”

 

“Language!” She hissed.

 

“That too! Why do you always talk like an adult, and make everyone else try and follow suit.” Elizabeth rolled her eyes as she turned back to her books. Elizabeth had only ever been how she was. Some people didn’t appreciate it, but her friends accepted her for it. Well, they accepted her for everything they knew about her.

 

“I’m sorry Ronald, but you are not privy to my psychological analysis, you barely even know me. Just know that I don’t like being cursed at, and leave it at that.” She stated firmly as she picked up her quill and turned to use it on her notepad. Harry huffed as he looked to his own book and Weasley was there to doodle on his own.

 

“Harry, do you think there will be a test on this?” Ron whispered.

 

“Ron.” Harry warned.

 

“Weasley, why would you even ask that?” Elizabeth added.

 

“Because, he’s kind of fallen into talking of war.” The two of them looked up and shot a look to Ron, confusion. Neither had been paying attention to the ghost. “I get a feeling it’s not going to be a test, but like, he’s rather teaching like we’re about to do some sort of project.” Elizabeth rolled her eyes and looked down to her books.

 

“Binn never does group projects.” She stated.

 

“WHAT A FANTASTIC IDEA MISS MARTIN-”

 

“Marshall!” She corrected with venom, before her face fell as she was taken aback. Great! He heard her.

 

“That’s just what we need, a project to show what you all have learned. I will assign each table with a time period and that group will present next week on their selected war from their allotted Time Period. Remember, if you forget war, you are doomed to repeat it.” Elizabeth’s mouth hung open. Ron grimaced, his faced turned to Harry who shook his head. This would not be easy. The three of them were deathly silent, Elizabeth still in shock, until the ghost of the man floated to their table and placed a piece of paper on their desk.  They were excused and Elizabeth held still. Ron motioned to stand, but her hands shot out to grab their robes and yanked them down into their seats.

 

“Whoa! OW!” Harry snapped as Elizabeth shot him a look.