The evening before Moody's first lesson, Mayumi was nowhere to be found. Harry is curled up in his seat, glancing around with paranoia enough to rival a bitching Moody, and Hermione is stabbing her stake like it's killed her parents.
"Are you all worried?" Neville asked, concerned, "about Mayumi."
"Oh Merlin." Ron abandoned his inner funeral monologue, and patted the boy's shoulder, "bless your pure, ignorant soul."
"We are worried, Neville." Hermione whispered, "scared for our lives."
The first years who heard them, carefully, carefully inched away.
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