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Authors Note: Sorry, this is kind of a filler chapter. But I felt a need to post after such a short first chapter. Thank you Steady Silence for reviewing :)
Prologue
I bit my lip. Across the table from me, Bianca furrowed her brow in concentration.
Question 47
When disarmed if attacked from behind, what would be the most practical defense? Explain your answer.
I glanced at Aditi, who sat beside Bianca. She tapped her quill with a thoughtful expression upon her face. A moment later, Aditi began feverishly scribbling on her test sheet. I unsuccessfully attempted to avert my gaze back to my own paper. I couldn't focus with so many thoughts racing inside my head.
Only three more questions, and I'm done with the test. Only two more tests, then I become a Deatheater. That's only if I pass of course, but I'm sure I will.
Aditi's resumed tapping disturbed my thoughts. Right. Back to the test.
I wasn't sure how much longer I could keep this pose. Dad pulled out the camera for another shot. An itch developed on my left shoulder. I ignored it. "No, actually, Ginny, could you move a little to the left…a step forward-no, never mind. Yes, that's it…arm around George. Good."
I groaned inwardly. This was the seventh time Mum moved me. Organizing a picture for Bill and Fleur's wedding album had been her responsibility, and she wanted it to be absolutely perfect.
Another itch started on my lower back. Why did Fleur have to pick out such an itchy dress? After Mum moved Fred again, back next to George, I gave up the fight against the temptation to scratch. Luckily, Mum didn't notice.
"Ron, dear, could you move next to Ginny?"
I sighed. This was going to be a very long day.