However he had still yet to tell her why that 'dream' haunted her, but he knew he could not postpone telling her any longer. She had to know the truth what with his new job starting at the end of the summer. She had to know everything, who and more importantly what she was.

'Oh, get on with it already,' she thought to herself. As if reading her thoughts, a cold voice rose up against the rest, "Is there a particular reason you've brought us all here or were you just planning on wasting our time with your mindless prattle."

Lyla was listening intently up till the part where he told her to run into a wall. Now she may have done some pretty stupid things in her short life but she had enough sense about her to know not to run into painfully solid objects, purposely that is. "Sorry Remus, but a concussion is not high on my to-do list today."

Lyla was rewarded with the sound of the Great Hall being filled with the laughter of students, some Slytherins included, and a fierce glare from Malfoy. Lyla simply responded with a sly grin of her own then turned and left the Great Hall, Harry and the others following—glancing at each other in silent shock.

Lyla's grin did not fade as they walked in silence. 'Lyla: 1, Malfoy: zilch.'

Lyla was satisfied when nearly everyone in the room burst out laughing. Even Crabbe and Goyle found it funny, which only served to infuriate Malfoy even more. Remus was looking relieved and was having trouble restraining himself while Harry, Ron, Rylie and Hermione weren’t even trying.

Malfoy seemed to handle fighting with her brother far better than fighting with her. She figured it was a male thing and shrugged it off. He put on that infamous smirk of his and said, "Jealousy doesn’t look good on you Potter. What do you want me to stay away from your girlfriend is that it?" he asked mockingly while pulling Lyla closer to him despite her protest.

"Lyla! I was hoping you'd stop by today. It's so close to Christmas and—" Mr. Zonko stopped his approach. He'd just gotten his first glimpse of the twins and was frozen to the spot. Lyla pulled Oliver out of the way so Mr. Zonko would have a better view. He stood still for a few more seconds, Lyla thought he was in shock but knew he was just deciding whether or not to laugh.

When Harry made no move to reply, she rose from the couch. Taking a few steps till she was hovering over him, she went on, "Fine, I get it. You're not going to talk to me—" Quickly kneeling down on the ground in front of him, she leaned forward till her face was mere inches from his. She reached a hand out and forcefully turned his face towards hers and hissed, "But you are going to listen."

"Romulus," Lyla said with her hand on the wall behind his desk causing it to sink into the floor as she passed through the threshold into the sitting room of Remus' private chambers. She mused out loud to the figure of her godfather sprawled out face down on the couch by the roaring fire. "You know considering your name and all it's really odd that you would make your password that when in history and ancient mythology, Romulus killed his twin brother Remus to become the first King of Rome."

The girl cried out again and again as each hit made contact. He would have continued his barrage of verbal and physical assaults if it weren’t for the slim womanly figure that had suddenly appeared in the open door way.
"Devyn, we're going to be late if we don’t leave soon. Leave that filth there and go clean yourself up," the pale dark haired woman said, sneering at the scene before her in disgust. "I would hate to have her ruin our evening more than she already has," the woman drawled out slowly, stepping further into the room.

Remus sighed as he rubbed at his temples. His goddaughter was just not getting the point. "Lyla, I know that you'll conquer this situation just fine now that you know what's coming. But the point is you won't always know how everything will play out. There are no second chances in real duels and situations like this. You make one mistake and that's it; you're done for. You can't just expect to shout 'Do over' and have everything restart from the beginning again."

"Why don't you just ask her who her informant was yourself?" he finished with a sigh.
            Severus just about snorted at the suggestion but managed to control himself enough to merely scoff, "You know as well as I do how useless that would undoubtedly prove to be. I've never understood the female capacity to avoid a direct answer to any question and where Miss Potter's concerned I'm even more bewildered," Severus scowled angrily just thinking about the girl's unique ability.

A dark figurative cloud seemed to be forming over Hogwarts, despite the sun being copiously distributed. The windows appeared to quiver against an unseen wind, while the unusually dank walls perspired nervously. Various inhabitants of nearby paintings shrank back deeper into the world within their frames for fear of their preservation; a sense of foreboding like no other building within them all.

He was outnumbered as was usually the case. What's more though, he was potentially about to be dragged into some outrageous scheme he knew he wanted absolutely nothing to do with. Fully prepared and resolute in making this quite clear to the troublesome twosome, Oliver made to speak. Before he could make more than a gurgle of sound however, Fred and George cut in, both looking equally as aghast as the other.

"You fancy Minnie?!" they asked together in nothing short of appalled disbelief.

It was a widely known fact in Hogwarts that Oliver Wood had claims on Lyla Potter. And as such all other males should respectfully harbor no affectionate motives towards her. Unfortunately after the debacle in Hogsmeade that could have detonated, taking down the entire village and much of Hogwarts outer boarders as well, all other males who knew better than to still believe girls had cooties were now taking an interest in Lyla.