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A/N: Total AU. This will probably be a one sided T/HR story.

Hermione was never one to purposely avoid unpleasant tasks, but she really did not want to make sense of Luna's ramblings.

"Riddle has you wrapped around his little finger," Ginny laughs cruelly, "A Gryffindor and a Slytherin. What are you thinking?"

"Perhaps she's thinking that the world isn't divided by four houses," Lenne replies airily, flicking her black hair over her shoulder as she looks down at the angering red headed witch. "Do you see the world in four colors too?"

Hermione has to bite the inside of her cheeks to keep from grinning too widely at Ginny. She was once her friend after all.

"Leave us Weasley." Lenne makes a shooing motion with her hand. "I'd take care of that atrocity on your face if I were you. Potter may need glasses, but he is certainly not blind."

Ginny looks as if she was about to reply when Lenne merely meets her gaze steely before she instinctively steps back. Literally growling, she stomps on her feet with a scoff and disappears around the corner.

With the red head gone, the atmosphere thickens and Hermione finds it difficult to breathe much less speak to Lenne Truitt, her older sister in every sense of the word minus the blood.

Daring to slightly look up, she sees Lenne outwardly struggling to speak as well.

Tense silent moments passes before Lenne shakes her head, turns on her heel gracefully, and slowly disappears down the hallway. Disappointingly, she didn't turn around once.

Hermione sinks against the wall and closes her eyes. She really does not want to make sense of Luna's ramblings even more so now.