Caught red-handed, the students use their extraordinary diplomatic skills to avoid detention.

Soundtrack: I knew you were trouble - Taylor Swift

 "READY... SET... TAG!"

Soundtrack: La Foule - Edith Piaf.

There was definitely something wrong with Evans. 

 It has been three weeks since Black had talked to her. Not that she was complaining.

…actually, she was. 

 “What did you think I was going to do? Kiss you?” she let out between laughs.

“Is the idea that repulsive to you?” he asked, eyes glinting with not only the water that had gotten in them.

“More than you can imagine,” she grimaced.

“Well, in that case…”

 “I’m not surprised,” he answered levelly. “I expected you would look beautiful. You always do.”

 Her friends looked on curiously as she steeled herself and ripped the envelope. In it was an unnecessarily large piece of parchment, like the author didn’t have time to reduce it, and only three words were written.

It was like a kick in the neck. Like somebody purposefully tripped her while she was running at full speed. The students of Hogwarts could easily be convinced of anything, but there were only two people in the entire school whose word Natalie believed without hesitation, and they were Camille… and Ester.

A piece of parchment crunched under her foot as she was walking to the door. Camille shouldn’t have paid attention to it, but somehow her subconscious was putting off the imminent descent of the stairs. She picked it up and smoothed the crumpled paper on the palm of her hand.
With hitching breath, she read the address to Sirius’s apartment, the one he’d given her the day they had shown all their feelings to each other, when they’d toyed with the possibility of her coming there.

 

 As she blew the debris out of her way, she knew it was not the case. There was no mistaking the body that lay lifeless in the corridor. The blood rushed to her head at once, a horrible pain seizing her entire being.