𝐭𝐫𝐮𝐭𝐡 𝐛𝐞 𝐭𝐨𝐥𝐝*

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truth be told

'well truth be told, the truth is rarely told'

Lyra's head was pounding as she woke up the next morning

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Lyra's head was pounding as she woke up the next morning. It probably didn't help that the sunlight was shining brightly in her eyes, illuminating the Hospital Wing with a white glow.

She blinked, adjusting to the light. Two figures sat in two chairs, leaning against one another as their chests rose and fell in a steady pattern.

"Pssst," she called, nudging one of them with her foot. "Wake up, you tosspot."

Fred opened his eyes, grinning sleepily as he saw that his best friend was awake, "Nice of you to finally join us...Been here for three hours waiting on you."

"What happened?" she whispered, making sure not to wake George who looked absolutely tuckered.

She wondered if it was him who had found her passed out on the Third Floor corridor, for that would explain how he was sleeping so comfortably in the visitor's chairs – which were notoriously uncomfortable.

"Tried to wake you. You were dead asleep. George got all worried so he got Percy – who got the Head Boy and Girl – and they apparated to the school gates and brought you here." Fred answered, placing his hands behind his head and stretching.

He was so casual about it that Lyra didn't believe a single word.

"Okay, right," she scoffed. "Who found me last night? Better not have been Filch because–"

"You were here all night, Miss Black," said a chirpy voice from behind the twins. Lyra looked up and saw Madam Pomfrey, peering down at the redheads and rolling her eyes, "I told you boys not to visit until this morning!"

George stirred from his sleep, rubbing his eyes. He appeared confused as he identified his surroundings, but when his gaze swept over Lyra, everything came back to him. He jumped out of his seat and took the glass of water out of Madam Pomfrey's hand, giving it to Lyra for her to drink.

"Merlin, Lyra. You can't go passing out on us!" he said, making sure she drank all of the potion.

Madam Pomfrey was staring at George with narrowed eyes. "Out of here, boys. Miss Black will be released after I check out a few things."

The twins reluctantly back out of the Hospital Wing and Lyra sent them a small wave before the door shut behind them, leaving her alone with Madam Pomfrey.

"So..." She fiddled with her fingers sitting in her lap, trying not to think about the disgusting taste of the potion that lingered on her lips.

"Miss Black, how long have you been a metamorphmagus?"

Lyra furrowed her brows, "I'm not?"

"Last night you demonstrated your abilities to shapeshift," Madam Pomfrey said. "I've spoken to Dumbledore about what I witnessed and he suggested it could have been a power you'd suppressed over the last few years."

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