"A.L.I.E has been reading your mail, Clarke. There's no other
explanation."
"You think A.L.I.E. attacked Blaire?" she said, outraged.
"I'm almost certain of it," said Raven grimly. "Watch your frog,
it's escaping."
Clarke pointed her wand at the bullfrog that had been hopping
hopefully toward the other side of the table — "Accio!"— and it
zoomed gloomily back into her hand.
Charms were always one of the best lessons in which to enjoy a private chat: There were so much movement and activity that the danger of being overheard was very slight. Today, with the room full of croaking bullfrogs and cawing ravens, and with a torrential downpour of rain clattering and pounding against the classroom windows, Clarke, Finn, and Raven's whispered discussion about how Umbridge had nearly caught Lincoln went entirely unnoticed.
"I've been suspecting this ever since Pike accused you of ordering Dungbombs because it seemed such a stupid lie," Raven whispered. "I mean they could have found out about you writing to Anya and Lincoln. They are on the wanted list."
"Raven, I know," Clarke replied annoyed. Yes, Gryffindor had beaten Slytherin in the match last week, but Clarke had a fractured wrist. Clarke looked up fro, her frog, and saw Lexa across the room staring at her. Clarke felt something for the Slytherin girl, but she couldn't figure out what it was. Was it loathing? Or anger? Or did she like her?
"Clarke," Raven said taking Clarke out of her thoughts, "Clarke, focus."
"Sorry. I have to go."
Clarke gathered her books and left the Charmes classroom. No one stopped her fleeing the class for no one noticed. As Clarke made her way out of the room, she felt someone grab her hand for her to stay. Clarke turned and saw that it was Lexa.
"Clarke, can we talk?" Lexa said as she pulled Clarke to the side of the hallway. "Listen. You were a good last Saturday."
"Thanks," Clarke said confused on why a Slytherin was talking to her. "You were excellent as well. Especially for being a new player."
"Truth is Anya taught me how to play." Lexa was fidgeting with her charm bracelet. "She thought I would be in Gryffindor, so she taught me everything."
"Anya was one of the best."
"Maybe we could put this whole house rivalry aside and be friends?"
"I don't know." Clarke looked up and down the hall to see if anyone was listening, "You could get kicked off your quidditch team. Bellamy hates Gryffindor."
"He wouldn't kick off his best player," Lexa said smiling, "And besides he won't be around next year."
"You sound overconfident, but you seem kinda friendly. For now, let's keep this 'friendship' on the down."
"I'm glad you agree, Clarke." Lexa started to make her way down the hall, "Meet me in the library after Potions!"
Clarke stood there and watched the young Slytherin girl make her way down the hall. What had she gotten herself into?