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They drove back home to consider their problems. Hermione cast a silencing charm, just in case they were followed by their friends with excellent hearing.
"What are we going to do?" She asked the second the charm was up.
"Who is up for a game of exploding snap?" George suggested.
Hermione scowled.
Draco placed a hand on her shoulder. "Calm down. I don't think there is anything we can do. It's not any of your faults. It's mine...and Blaise's."
"Hey! How is it my fault?"
"If the Edward bloke can read your mind, then it is. If he wasn't able to read our minds, then we wouldn't have to worry about the truth being exploited."
Blaise frowned. "Yeah, that's true."
"No! It's the bronze-haired guy's fault. You did nothing! If he weren't here, we wouldn't have to worry so much."
"What I'm wondering is why he can't read yours?"
"Occlumency probably. You two never did master it." Hermione said, wondering just how well her wandless magic was getting. Was it possible she'd put some sort of protection charm on the twins? But how? Over the summer?
"How did you know that?" Blaise asked.
"I have my ways," she said mysteriously.
"Maybe we should leave," George suggested.
Hermione shook her head, "We just got settled, so it would be too obvious that we were running from something. They may follow us."
"Blaise and I are going hunting. We'll talk later." Draco said.
"Mind if we come?" The twins asked together.
"Yeah, sure." Draco said. "We'll be back soon Hermione. I mean...Ella." He smiled, and they left.
Hermione took this as an opportunity. She went up to her room and checked her supply of "medicine". She had plenty of Goldenrods, but she was in need of more rubbing alcohol.
She took the same route to the hospital and stopped outside the door. What was that smell? It smelt...familiar? She shrugged and walked inside. She zoomed past the nurse's desk to avoid detection. She went to the same supply closet, but someone had moved everything around. Alcohol...alcohol...alcohol...Yes! Found it! She was just about to zoom away when jingles caught her attention. Wait, it wasn't jingles, it was a voice. She turned around. Not another vampire.
"It looks like I've figured out who has been stealing from the supply closet." He laughed. The vampire had light blonde hair, a pale complexion, golden eyes, a white smile, and was tall. She grimaced, looked at the alcohol in her hands, and her grimace grew.
"Oh! That's nothing to worry about, but I'd like to talk to you if you don't mind." He asked her. She nodded. It was the least she could do, after all. She had been stealing from the place he worked at.
She followed him to his office, still holding the alcohol. She sat down and put the alcohol behind her, out of sight. This move did not escape the man. "I'm Doctor Cullen." He started.
"OH!" Hermione said. Everything had just clicked. "You are Alice, Rosalie, Emmett, and Jasper's 'dad'." Hermione said, putting quotes around dad. "Oh and the guy with the girlfriend."
Doctor Cullen looked surprised, and then suspicious. "How do you know my children? And why the quotes around dad?"
Hermione smiled, "I know them from school. You're a vampire too! Should've known they had 'parents'. Vampires do need some cover, I suppose."
He looked utterly confused. "What? I'm afraid I'm going to have to run some tests on you. There is no such thing as vampires."
"No need to lie to me, Doctor." She winked, "Some of my best friends are vampires. We just moved here. I'm human though."
Not a second later, his work phone rang. "Carlisle Cullen here...oh hi Alice...yes I know...really?...well of course not...I see...I'll be home as soon as possible...I love you too...good bye."
This might have confused someone else, but Hermione had heard the conversation clearly. She'd gotten every word.
"Carlisle Cullen here."
"Hi Carlisle! It's Alice."
"Oh hi Alice."
"Did you know about the new vampires and human?"
"Yes, I know."
"Edward can't read the human and a couple of the vampires. I don't seem to be getting anything from them either."
"Really?"
"Yes, really. Would I lie to you?"
"Well of course not."
"We need to discuss this."
"I see."
"When do you get off?"
"I'll be home as soon as possible."
"Okay! Bye, love you!"
"I love you too."
"Bye!"
"Good bye."
"Well I'm afraid I'll have to cut short this chat, but I would like you to call me." He handed her a card. "We need to finish talking." She nodded and he led her to the door. By the time she left, he hadn't even noticed that she still had the alcohol in her hands.
