"Well, I heard he saved Ginny Weasley!" she says with a look of intrigue
"No way he did not!" my brother exclaims, butting in again.
"Again, Cedric, Did I ask?!" she yells.
"Em! Shhhh!" I whisper looking around to see if anyone heard.
My gaze lands on Professor Sprout, Head of Hufflepuff. She's walking this way. "Is something the matter, Miss Fittlewick?" she asks with a quirked brow.
"No. thank you though." Emeelie says.
"Alright." Professor Sprout says turning away to go back to her post.
The bell rings throughout the school, signaling class. I'm surprised nobody get's hit in the head by the pendulum. If I had to pick someone, I would take a gander at Neville Longbottom.
Everybody says he's the klutziest boy in the history of Hogwarts. I think he's kind of cute.
"Hey! C'mon, we're going to be late for Potions." Emeelie says turning to leave the hall.
"Goodbye dear brother! I shall miss you!" I holler sarcastically.
"Ah yes, let your mind vanish little sister!" he hollers back, continuing the jest.
We walk into potions and take our seats. Professor Snape hasn't entered yet, waiting for the right time to make his dramatic entrance.
"Open your readers to page thirteen." he says stauntering into the classroom, robes billowing behind him.
I open my potions book to page thirteen immediately. I find a note stuck in the spine it says:
Meet me by the Slytherin common room
PT.3 out on tuesday!