Chapter Four
Andy turned to talk to Amy at dinner that night. "You know, we really should tell someone what's going on. If we don't, we'll be really busted!"
"No we won't," Amy Eight said casually. "Look!"
"I should have known, Annie!" Malfoy said, looking at Annie through narrowed eyes. "Not to let a girl lead me! Especially not a muggle!"
"Malfoy! Do you not understand what you could do for yourself, for him, for the world? We could together change everything!" Annie pleaded.
"The only thing I want to change is the fact that you have a very tight grip on my arm, and I wish you wouldn't order me around like that!" Malfoy yelled.
"Fight, fight, fight, fight!" someone said.
"Malfoy, forget it then! You are not up to my standards, and I shall find other to help me!" Annie declared.
"Who's she going after now?" Amy Eight asked Amy.
Amy shrugged. "I don't know! Probably someone who doesn't fit in well." Amy thought about how drug addicts often targeted teens with low self-esteem
"I guess Little Nazi, Annie is out of our way for now," Amy Eight said.
"For now," Andy Five warned them.
"Oh, shut up, will you?" Annie asked, passing them by.
"Why don't you go dance around with a gun somewhere else?" Amy Eight sneered.
"Eight, what's a gun?" someone asked.
"Never mind," Amy said. Although the kid was talking to Eight and not to her, she didn't think that now was the best time to talk about guns.
Later, in Slytherin, Annie Perralut sat on her bed, trying to plan. "I need someone else!"
She studied in the library for about six hours. Yet, she could find nothing of any interest to her. So, she had to ask someone else. She walked to Snape's room, and talked to him.
"Hello, Annie," he said. "What are you doing here?" he asked, being slightly more pleasant to one of his top students.
"Hello, Professor Snape. You know why I'm here, do you not?" she asked simply.
"Yes, indeed," he said, signing a pass for her to go into the restricted section. "I know you will not let us down."
She smiled sweetly. "Of course not."