Top Secret
by Shealtiel
Rated: T for sexual references, adult themes, violence and mild coarse language
Summary: "Oak, fourteen inches, unpliant and resilient, excellent for Transfiguration with a knack for Charms. Veela hair core."

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Tuesday, April 22nd, 1969
8:41pm
My Bedroom

I got angry at Charity again today. She's so nasty now. I don't know what happened. We used to be so close. Anyway, she ended up on the roof that surrounds the quadrangle, but I don't know how she got there. One second I was hideously mad and the next, she was on the roof across the courtyard. It was so weird. All these really strange things keep happening! A few weeks ago those flowers Mum planted in the front yard that I didn't like were completely dead and wilted the next morning. A few months ago, there was that thing with the cars, when they all started locking and unlocking in that parking lot. And then of course, Charity's mystery green hair. She couldn't even dye it out, and it took her forever to grow it out. Something's happening to me. I'm scared.

Mum just came in and told me to turn the light off.

Why do I have this really yuck feeling in my stomach?

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