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The next morning, we were in the same place at breakfast. Andrea was trying not to look at James, while trying to talk to me, and Megan was eating.
Professor Dumbledore made an announcement. "There will be an end-of-year dance tonight for third years and up, so you will be let out of your last class ten minutes early. You do not need a date to come to the dance."
Soon the owl post came. Andrea received a letter. She almost ever receive letters, so Megan and I leaned over to see what it said.

Dear Miss Andrea Connaty,

I am sorry to inform you that a wizard with rising powers, Voldemort, has murdered you parents. They have requested that you stay with you magical aunt over the holidays. You are excused from classes from the rest of the day.

Professor Dumbledore

"Andie, I am so sorry!" I hugged her when she started crying.
She ran upstairs, supposedly to the dorm.
The bell rang. Megan and I mutely walked to our first class.
James ran up. "What was that about? Why are you sorry?"
I glared at him, but as he wasn't leaving, I told him. "Her parents are dead."
He nodded, and followed us into the classroom.

***

After classes, none of which Andrea had been in, Megan and I ran upstairs.
"Andrea, are you in here?" I asked to he room. I went over to her four-poster and opened it.
"Come one Andie," I said, sitting down. "Are you going to the dance?"
"No," she sniffled.
"You can't just hide in here and die, you know, come one, let's have fun and go to the dance!" Megan told her.
"Fine," She answered. Megan and I cheered. We all got ready for the dance.

***

We made our way outside, to the dance area by the lake. No one was there yet.
"Everyone is late!" I cried, looking at my watch, which read 7:01.
"It's called being fashionably late," Andrea told me. She promised to pretend like there was nothing wrong, and have a fun time dancing.
"Fashionably late ended 10 seconds ago." My watch now said 7:02.
Soon people were arriving, and standing around the lake and dance floor.
"Look who," I said, vaguely annoyed. James was trying to show off by doing summersaults down the hill.
"Why should I look?" Andrea asked. "You really shouldn't be mean to him." She put her hand on her hips.
Megan and I both started laughing. Not because of the motion, but because of the one behind it. It was James, imitating Andrea. He did that a lot.
"What is so funny?" Andrea demanded.
"Nothing," I gasped, still laughing. He was imitating her every motion.
Andrea whirled around, and started laughing as well. We marched away then, to get pretzels.
We came back to our previous area; all of us in hopes James would come back. Megan and I had a different reason though.
He did, by rolling towards us. We jumped out of the way, and Megan and I pulled out the remainder of our pretzels and pelted him.
"Stop that!" Andrea said, annoyed. We did, though not without using them up first.
We wandered around for a bit, and soon it was dark. There hadn't been a slow dance yet, thankfully. They bugged me.
Andrea and I got our classic argument of who James liked. Megan became bored and left us.
"It's you!" I told Andrea. "It's commonly known that we both hate each other!"
"Commonly known, but not commonly believed," she smiled.
"But we hate each other! How can it not be believed?"
"How can what not be believed?" James approached us. I glared at him.
"Andrea here thinks that we don't hate each other."
He shook his head at her. "We hate each other," he told her. I nodded in agreement.
"You two get together for a picture," Andrea said, backing up.
"No way!" We both said, moving away from each other.
"If we stay on opposite sides of her, she can't get a picture of us together," James explained to me. I nodded. James went off to talk to Sirius about something.
Soon there was a slow dance. Megan danced with Sirius, and Andrea and I sat down on the hill. I lay down, and looked at the stars. I didn't notice some one sit on Andrea's other side.
It was James. I looked over at him, and our eyes locked for a brief second.
"Are you ok?" He asked her.
She nodded, but then rose to her feet. "Don't follow me," she told us, and walked toward the lake.
So it was just us two. Lay down next to me.
"What is it that you hate so much about me?" He asked.
I laughed. "You just being you. You are annoying, and think you are the center of the world. Also, it's kind of hard not to hate someone who hates you back, if not more," I told him. "Why is it you hate me?" I asked.
"Because you hate me," he answered. We sat in silence for a bit.
"You know, this is a first, we are together and not killing each other," I told him. He nodded in the dark.
"Andrea is really depressed about this, you know," James stated. "She needs her friends to be strong when she can't be. Therefore, I propose a pact between you and I. No more fighting until Next year, ok?"
"Ok. No more fighting until next year. But by then I might have found a new person to annoy, you will have lost your spot," I smiled.
"That's ok with me," he said. "Shake on it?"
I nodded. We both sat up and shook hands.

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