That night, the girls assumed their normal positions. It had become an almost routine part of the day that every night, after the common room was empty, Miora, Hermione, Ginny, Parvati Patil, and Lavender Brown would sit up and talk. Parvati and Lavender would share a couch in front of the fire, Hermione and Ginny would each take an armchair, and Miora would sit on a pillow, facing them, making a sort of half circle with her in the middle. They would all sit there and talk, until someone fell asleep, or until Miora decided to be a "responsible adult" and decided it was too late.

The conversation was usually gossip, or making fun of people. The students would complain about their teachers, and Miora would make fun of them. But tonight, Hermione had something different on her mind. After all, she knew little of Miora's history, and the Snape incident had just elevated her curiosity. She could tell the other girls wondered too, and were just as eager as her. SO, a few minutes into the conversation, Hermione asked abruptly

"Miora, when were you and Snape going out?" A few of the girls giggled, mostly at just picturing Miora and Snape standing next to each other, much less dating. Miora raised her eyebrow at Hermione.

"Well, if you must know, it was just for about a month, in my, ummm, sixth year. Yes, sixth year." The girls gaped at her. "What?" She asked, tilting her head as though she was missing something.

"EEEEW, Snape?" Ginny said, wrinkling her nose. She closed her eyes and shook her head, as though to shake a nasty image from her mind. "Eww."

"I can't believe anyone could go out with HIM, especially you, Miora, when you could get any guy you wanted." Lavender said quietly.

"I honestly don't see how it's so amazing. I mean, yeah, he is a bit calloused, but all it takes is a bit of scrubbing and you'll find a tender little foot underneath." It took a moment for the foot analogy to sink in, and then everyone, even Miora, burst into laughter.

"A foot?" Ginny asked, struggling to breathe.

"Ok, pardon my blonde moment, please!" Miora said which caused another outburst. After about ten minutes of calming down, Miora asked a question.

"Girls, I have an idea for Halloween, but I don't want to run it by Dumbledore until I'm sure I'll get participation."

"Yes." Hermione prompted. "Go on."

"Well, I was thinking of trying to get a Halloween party for the sixth and seventh years-"

"What about the fifth years?!" Ginny interrupted.

"AND, fifth years, fine. ANYWAY, to help fund this party, I thought we could have a slave-for-a-day auction."

"A what??" Parvati exclaimed, confused.

"It's an auction where you action people off as slaves for a day. I was thinking of a Through the Ages theme. But, I need volunteers to be auctioned off."

Hermione raised an eyebrow. "Slave for a day, huh?" she sighed, and nodded briefly. "Fine. But If I get stuck with someone like Gregory Goyle, I'm never speaking to you again."

Miora laughed and nodded. "Ok." Soon after, all the girls in the room but Ginny had joined. "Oh, come on, Gin. What's wrong with it?"

"It's like prostitution, that's what's wrong with it! And if my mum found out, she'd send me a howler to end the world."

"Oh, come one Ginny. You'd make such a lovely Renaissance noblewoman...besides, it's for charity."

After about a half hour, Ginny gave in, and Miora decided that they should all go to bed. And they did, all questioning Miora's sanity.

"Miora, you don't think Dumbledore's going to give that the OK, do you?"

"Of course I do. He trusts me. Who doesn't? Besides, what's the worst that could happen?"

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