The library was nearly empty right after dinner that evening. Whimsy poked her head around a bookshelf to see a girl in Slytherin robes hunched over a table, pouring over a Herbology textbook.
"Allegra, dear, you're early," the Ravenclaw chuckled as she wandered over and scooted into a chair. She reached into her book bag and pulled out the scroll of parchment which she was intending to use for her History of Magic essay.
"Am I?" Allegra didn't take her eyes off the page she was reading in much detail.
"You're studying Herbology? I thought plants bored you," Whimsy said in confusion.
"Well, you never know when something like that will come in handy," Allegra replied, turning the page and beginning to twist a lock of her hair around her index finger. "Even grass from a lawn could have some use in a charm or a potion. You never know."
Whimsy grimaced. She was never one for Herbology and found it, not only boring, but also dirty work which got her spotless robes mussed.
"So what do you need to work on, Whimsy?" Allegra asked, closing the book and adjusting her glasses on her turned-up nose. "I personally brought my Potions workbook and my Divination extra credit."
"Trelawney gives extra credit?"
"Not really, but I figured I'd get ahead on the final exam," Allegra shrugged.
Whimsy gave her a strange look and cautiously pulled out a quill, ink, and the assignment Professor Bins had given to her. She started scribbling on the parchment, listening to Allegra shift back and forth in her chair.
"Allegra, you're acting rather strange," she finally pointed out, putting her work down and folding her arms. "Is there something wrong?"
"…No. Of course not…"
"Dear, you've been my best friend ever since we were second years together. I can tell when something's wrong."
Allegra's lower lip began to quiver and her eyes filled with tears. She stood from her chair and hurried around to fling herself into her best friend's arms.
"Oh, Whimsy," she sniffled. "Mr. Cuddles…he's passed away…"
Whimsy's mouth fell open and her hand began stroking Allegra's hair.
"I've tried to not think about it. But I can't. And I don't even have Draco to comfort me anymore. Whimsy, I'm a complete wreck. What am I going to do?" Allegra sobbed.
Whimsy reached into her robe pocket and pulled out a handkerchief, wiping the tears off her best friend's face.
"I'm so sorry, Allegra, dear," she whispered. "I didn't know." She hugged her friend closer. "But, I must say. You're taking this rather well considering…" She quickly clapped her hand over her mouth, her eyes wide.
"Considering what?" Allegra asked, pulling away from her friend. "What are you talking about?"
"I can't say," Whimsy moaned.
"You can tell me anything…"
"No! Your parents would kill me if I told you!" Again, Whimsy covered her mouth and gasped, squealing.
"What about my parents? Are they…pregnant?"
"No, silly," Whimsy blurted out. "They told me about your condition."
"Condition? What's wrong with me?"
"I…I can't," Whimsy sniffed. "I've said too much already. Ooh I'm such a dunce!" She whacked herself in the face with a book. "I'm a horrible Ravenclaw."
"Don't be ridiculous," Allegra snorted. "You're the ideal Ravenclaw. We've talked about this before. Remember? You're a true Ravenclaw and I'm a true Hufflepuff." She scooped up Whimsy's quill and held it aloft. "FIND!"
Whimsy looked at her, but didn't even crack a smile.
"Allegra, I can't keep this from you. But I can't tell you either. I made a solemn promise. And I have a moral code to look after."
"I promise that I'll take whatever news you give me with the best attitude possible."
"No you won't," Whimsy moaned.
"Why not?" Allegra grimaced.
"Because you're bipolar!"
