"So, you're saying that I, James Potter, am immature?" James said incredulously.

Evelyn's mouth twitched. "Yes, Potter, that is what I am saying."

James' brow furrowed. "But I'm not-"

"Look," Evelyn efficiently shut James up. "You asked me for the truth on how to get Lily to like you. The truth is, she will never like you if you keep up this arrogant and immature persona."

James huffed. "it's not a persona. It's just how I am."

Evelyn narrowed her eyes at him. "Then stop being yourself."

James stared at Evelyn, waiting for her to take it back. She did.

Evelyn backtracked. "Right, sorry. Just try to be a bit more mature and less arrogant. That should work."

James slowly nodded. "Oh, okay."

Evelyn smiled. "Now would you leave me alone? I'm trying to read here." Evelyn gestured to the book in her lap.

James cleared his throat. "Right, yeah, sorry. What book are you reading?"

Evelyn laughed. "Do you expect to know what I'm talking about?"

James sighed. "True. See you later, Evelyn."

As James walked away, Evelyn looked back down at her book. She pursed her lips. She leaned back into the couch and stared at the fire-place.

Her hand started shaking as she grabbed her wand from the table in front of her. She reached into her pocket and brought out a rat she had found scurrying around the halls of Howgwarts earlier that day. She gently set the rat on the table.

"Sorry, I have to practice on you." Evelyn whispered apologetically to the rat. She took a deep breath. "Obliviate."

The rat shuddered and stared blankly at Evelyn.

She squinted at the rat. "I guess I should have chosen something more practical to practice with."

She took her quill and scribbled something down in the book. As she finished up her notes and picked up her wand for another try, Hermione spotted her.

"Evelyn!" She called across the common room.

Evelyn let out an explosive breath and dropped her wand, letting it clatter to the floor.

Hermione immediately suspected something. She walked over to Evelyn. "Hey Eve-"

Evelyn scrambled for her wand and pointed it at the book on the table. "Lateo!" She shouted and the ink vanished from the book.

Hermione's head whipped around to Evelyn once she reached the fireplace. "What are you trying to do?"

"It's none of your business." Evelyn tried to say monotonously but her voice shook.

"It most definitely is my business if you're doing Dark Arts." Hermione said.

"I'm not doing anything like that." Evelyn tidied up her things.

Hermione gritted her teeth. "Well, I wouldn't know, seeing as everything you do is being kept hidden."

Evelyn's grip tightened on her book. "I'm not." She said and walked up to the girls dormitory.

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"Are you sure you're willing to give this up?" Sirius asked, gesturing to his face.

Catherine walked past him.

"Hey!" He called after her.

Catherine sighed. "Yes?" She said impatiently.

"Why won't you listen to what I'm saying?"

Catherine shrugged. "Because it's not worth it."

"Wha- How-"

"I'm going to go." Catherine dismissed him. "See you around."

Sirius sighed as she walked away from him.

"You look pathetic."

Sirius turned around. "What's it to you?"

Hermione walked towards him. "Nothing, I'm just letting you know that you do, indeed, look pathetic."

Sirius huffed and sat down on the ground. Hermione did the same. "Here, why don't we try to cheer you up a bit."

Sirius raised his eyebrow. "What do you suggest?"

"Let's learn some muggle hand games from the future." Hermione said. "By the way, I'm from the future."

Sirius blinked. "Uh," He shook his head. "I'm not even going to try. So, what's this muggle game?"

"Okay, so this game is called chopsticks."

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"I am the chopsticks champion!" Sirius called into the common room that night.

"Oh, get over yourself." Hermione said.

Sirius grinned. "You're just bummed out that I beat you in a game you taught me."

"I am not affected in any way by your arrogance."

Sirius glanced at Hermione and smiled. "I owe you one,"

Hermione smiled as well. "I'll hold you to it."

"Hey Black!" Ginny called. "I've beaten Hermione many times! I could beat your pathetic arse!"

"Try me!" Sirius said and walked towards Ginny.

Hermione walked towards the fireplace where Catherine and Evelyn were quietly talking.

"Hey gu-" Hermione cut herself off before the girls noticed her and hid behind the couch.

"Why don't you tell me things anymore?" Catherine whispered harshly.

Evelyn sounded as if she were close to tears. "It's not you, Cat. I swear it's not you."

"Well you better get your act together, Evelyn, because if you keep acting like this, you're going to lose friends." Catherine said and walked away.

Hermione closed her eyes. The realizations were starting.

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"Ow! Stop stepping on me." Ginny said.

"Sorry," Hermione said. "I can barely see anything!"

"Just get to the library, George is probably worried sick."

"Oh, I highly doubt that." Hermione said.

The two girls stumbled out of the portrait hole.

"What are you girls doing at this hour?! Teenagers these days," The portrait complained.

"My apologies," Hermione said and ran off to the library. "Ginny, hurry!"

The girls ran through the hall and almost made it to the library. Almost.

"I found you," A familiar voice behind them said cooly.

Hermione froze then slowly turned around. Ginny did the same.

"Now what, may I ask, are two Gryffindors who are not Prefects or Heads doing, wandering the halls at midnight?" Catherine raised an eyebrow, waiting for an answer. She didn't get one.

"Time travellers," She mused after she got no response. "That's a new one. I will ask again. What are two time travellers doing at this late hour?"

Hermione gulped. "What do you want? Are you with Voldemort?"

Ginny growled. "I knew it. Slytherins can't be trusted."

Catherine rolled her eyes. "Both of you are narrow minded." Her eyes flashed. "How are you supposed to find allies when you have so many stereotypes in mind?!" Her voice echoed through the hall.

"All Slytherins we've come across have tried to kill us." Ginny said.

"All?" Catherine raised an eyebrow. "You did go to Hogwarts didn't you? You would have been dead if every single Slytherin attacked you at once."

Ginny shook her head. "We've trusted Slytherins before but it never ends well."

"Well then you've been looking in the wrong direction." Catherine threw the Ravenclaw Diadem at them. It was broken.

Hermione slowly looked at her. "How did you know?"

Catherine looked somewhere in the direction behind her and George came out of the shadows.

Ginny gasped. "George?! How could you?"

George shook his head. "She's on our side, guys."

"She's a Slytherin. How would you know?" Ginny seethed.

"You don't know what Voldemort has done to her. She wants revenge." George said.

Hermione glanced over at Catherine, scanning her up and down.

Ginny narrowed her eyes. "If you turn on us-"

"And that is a very big if," Catherine drawled.

"Then you will face the consequences." Ginny finished her sentence.

"Right," Catherine nodded. "What's the plan?"