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Lies, Deceit and Betrayal

Andrew

She kept on writing. It actually began to make me feel awkward. I guessed she was just some kind of budding journalist or something.

I really wanted to stop looking at her, but I couldn't. I kept noticing little things like the waves in her hair, and the way her nose wrinkled when a wizard with pickled newts walked by.

'Snap out of it, Andrew,' I told myself. 'She'll think you're some kind of stalker.'

But she was just so, so amazing. So great. She was just, I dunno. But every time I looked at her, I just thought 'wow'.

"Andrew?" I turned to see her gorgeous face looking at me quizzically.

"Y-Yes?" Stop stuttering, you stuttering buffoon!

"Will you sit with me on the train?"

Would I? Darn, of course I would. You would have to be some mental delinquent, or blind not to. What about my friends I usually sit with? Oh well, she'll have sit with them.

"If- if you don't mind sitting with my friends." STOP STUTTERING!!!!!

"Of course not! Oh, wow, thanks Andrew." She looked genuinely happy.

As I turned away, I noticed how travel sick I felt. I reached into my jacket pocket to find a little circle of muggle medicine. Helps wonders for feeling sick. I would normally use magic. It was illegal at that moment though.

"Do you usually use the Knight Bus to get to Hogwarts?"

"Erm- well, uh, no. My ah, my dad usually, err, takes me." I coughed. I felt tears pricking at my eyes. My dad. Oh god, why? Why? I stared out of my window, occasionally putting out an arm to stop myself from falling off the bed.

"Erm," she sounded uncomfortable, and nervous. Strange. " Err, why, uh, why didn't he take you today?" She doesn't know anything about my dad, does she? I glanced at her. Her little face watched me, intrigued. Of course she didn't know. The only people that knew about my dad were the guys that found his, his body.

How wrong was I?

"Well, I, um, I-"oh god. I was stuck. "He um, he, he's busy today."

She just nodded thoughtfully, and wrote something down in her hand. I let out a breath I didn't know I was holding. I decided to check on my owl that was hanging at the bottom of my bed.

I crawled to the bottom of my bed, on all fours; and, when reaching the bottom, the bus jerked forwards. So me, and the bed, flew to the front of the bus in a huge jumble.

"Woss the hurry?" asked Stan.

I just purely groaned with embarrassment.

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