Chapter II: Problems An interview with: Minerva McGonagall ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ When I woke up the next morning, I got dressed and hurried off to breakfast. I could not stop from staring at FitzWilliam. Something caught my eye, that I thought was interesting, FitzWilliam would stare at me to. Did he know I wrote the letter? Was he the F.F.? I thought about it, And I realized he was the only logical answer! It was perfect, or was it? If he didn't know it was me, He might not come! OOOOHHHH NNNNOOOOO!!!!