"Sorry, didn't see you there," said a Ravenclaw boy as he accidentally pushed down Morgan's stack of books from the library table.

"I bet you didn't." murmured Morgan as she bent down to pick up her books from the ancient floor. She was tired of people not noticing her. They noticed her in class alright, but whenever they saw her elsewhere all she got was a simple 'hey'.

Morgan got up and exited the library. She had already finished her homework for the next week and a half. Now she was just reading. Reading, like she always did. No wonder she was so boring.

Just as she was halfway down the corridor, she heard a familiar voice calling her name.

"Hey Morgan!" cried Tyrant Malfoy, who earned vicious glares from the Ravenclaws in the library. Tyrant was one of Morgan's best friends. She had met him on the train to Hogwarts, like her father and uncle did, He had, unlike his family, blonde curly hair and not silver, but beautiful pale blue eyes. The only thing that made him actually related to the Malfoys was his last name and his charming smile, in which he gladly flashed at Morgan. "Merry Christmas!"

"Merry Christmas, Tyrant." Morgan replied trying not to smile. "You do know that-"

"Yes I know that Christmas is 3 weeks away, thanks for raining on my picnic, and bah humbug you too."

Morgan glanced over at Tyrant weirdly as he danced around her, apparently caught up in the "Christmas Spirit".

"So what's got you down?" he finally asked.

"Oh Nothing." said Morgan, the two reaching the Gryffindor common room. "Just a bunch of homework to do." She muttered the password quickly after saying that, not wanting Tyrant to have the common room to his access at any time.

"Liar."

"I'm not lying. How are you gonna tell me what's coming out of my mouth."

"Say it again with a straight face."

"I'm not-" Morgan grimaced. "Lying."

"I told you. Still think you can fool me, eh?"

Morgan blushed. "Tyrant I really don't wanna talk about-"

"You're sad again because you don't have many friends, aren't you?"

"Did I not just say I didn't want to talk about it?"

"And you're depressed by the fact that no boy would ever want to go out with you.."

"No I'm not, Tyrant, you're putting words into my mouth, really-"

"Oh and don't forget the fact that Ebony is-"

"Tyrant." started Morgan, getting angry.

"-way,"

"Malfoy, shut your bloody mouth."

"-way," Tyrant said, grinning.

"SHUT UP!"

"-WAY more prettier than you!"

Morgan immediately launched herself toward Tyrant, who quickly got up and ran towards the opposite side of the room.

They both knew what this meant:

Duel.

"Stupefy!"

"Expelliarmus!"

Morgan's wand flew out of her hand, while Tyrant flew backward and hit the lone chair in the corner.

Before Tyrant could get up, Morgan ran over grabbing a pillow on her way over, she jumped on top of him and started beating him with it. Seeing she has no success in injuring him, she threw the pillow across the room and began punching him.

"Morgan!" shouted Emerald, Ebony's nice twin sister. "Get off him!"

Morgan was still punching until Emerald pulled her off.

"What are you doing?" Emerald said, helping up Tyrant.

"He earned it." replied Morgan, angrily, plopping down on the couch.

"Tell me what happened, Tyrant." Emerald quickly added as Morgan opened her mouth.

"Well," he stood up brushing himself off. "I was walking-no-strolling , rather down the hall, when Morgan rudely pushed past me-"

"Em, he's LYING!" Morgan shouted, getting to her feet.

"Order! Morgan wait your turn!"

"Emerald, have some sense now-"

"No! Tyrant, continue."

"As I was saying before I was rudely interrupted, I was strolling down the hall going to the Gryffindor common room when I was rudely pushed by Morgan Dawn Weasley. So, to be nice, I slightly said excuse you, and kept on walking. Therefore she turned around , a beastly expression on her face-"

Morgan rolled her eyes.

"And pushed me down the stairs behind me! So I pushed her back-gently, because she is a girl-and then we ended up fighting until we ended up here."

"May I interfere, your honor?" asked Morgan, easily seeing a problem in this "tale".

"Yes."

"Can I ask, Tyrant, you do know that I am a Gryffindor and you are a Slytherin, no?"

"It is most obvious."

"Well, if I can ask, how do you know our password?"

Tyrant smirked. "Because of you. I came in behind you remember?"

She grimaced. "Well during that time while we were "fighting" , how would I have time to mutter the password that opens the door?"

Before Tyrant could answer, someone, an invisible body, spoke.

"Simply Idiotic. You guys are pointless. Emerald, Tyrant's lying." said a sly voice from behind them. Morgan smiled. Then she realized it.

"Who's there?" asked Morgan whipping around.

"It's me." the sly voice seemed to move farther, then closer again. She noticed a grey cat with green eyes move along with it.

"Ebony?"

"Clever girl. Now, can you find me?"

As Morgan moved towards the voice (As well as the cat) Emerald rolled her eyes.

"Oh, for Merlin's sake, Morgan, she's the cat! Ebony's the cat!" cried Emerald.

Morgan squinted her eyes at the cat, who grinned and transformed into a girl, sitting on the window sill.

Ebony had beautiful black curly locks, with dark violet eyes. Even though Emerald and Ebony were identical twins, Ebony had something that made all the boys want her-and even some girls. She was in Slytherin while Emerald was in the arguably similar house, Ravenclaw. Ebony had the power to transform into a cat, as well as walk around among others unnoticed. (Surprisingly)

"Guess what?" asked Ebony, slightly losing the cool in her voice.

"What?" Tyrant asked, who everyone thought fancied Ebony a bit.

"I found a mystery!"

Every since the year before when they came together to figure out Tyrant was being forced to become a death eater by Lucius (His Grandfather), Ebony thought that they were a crew. Morgan particularly liked solving mysteries, seeing as it made her uncle Harry very proud.

"But it's Christmas!" groaned Tyrant.

"Haven't I told you it's not Christmas yet?" replied Morgan, getting irritated. She always hated when stores and small businesses put up Christmas decorations when it wasn't even near it. Three weeks people, come on. "So, Ebony, what's the mystery?"

"Jasmine's grandmother is dead!" She giggled with delight.

"Jasmine...Nicoles? JN?" Morgan asked.

"That's nothing to be giggling about!" cried Emerald.

"Yes, her grandmother was killed by a truck!"

"That's still not enough!"

"But it's the perfect time to prove the possibilities being thrown around!"

"What do you mean?" Tyrant asked.

"Some people say it was her grandmother's fault for not yielding. Others say it was because of the lack of friction. And then it is suspected to be a rumor that the trucker was not paying attention because he was too busy stuffing his face with a donut."

"That's...interesting…" murmured Morgan. She was hoping for more of an adventure, a sort of challenge. Either way, it would be a good story to tell over Christmas dinner.

"I'm in." she agreed.

"Me too." Emerald joined in.

"What's friction?"

"My God, Tyrant, friction is the rubbing of the surface of one body against that of another." cried Emerald.

He stood up immediately, snapping his fingers. "Right, I'm getting something. Can I get another definition?"

"Surface resistance to relative motion, as a body sliding or rolling."

"Ah, ok I get it now. In a way. " Tyrant shrugged. "I'm in."

"Now, we're ready." Morgan said.

"No. We still have to tell the others."

"And come up with a plan."

"And find a way out of Hogwarts to observe the scene."

"Also find some more information about how-"

"Alright!" said Morgan. They always made everything actually seem harder, and it was very annoying. "I guess we have some work to do."