Ron, Emmi and Malfoy looked up from there thought, as they saw Hermione standing next to them.
"Hermione, we should have known it was you who would remember this." Ron said.
The girl standing in front of them appeared puzzled, "I'm not Hermione, I'm Minnie. Remember? Though I do thank you for the complaint."
"Minnie? I never noticed how much you look like her. You curled your hair?" he wondered out loud.
"Who cares! Although it does look good on you, Min, you're a witch as well?" Emmi asked, shocked to think that one of her best friends could be a witch, just as herself.
" Just about all of this entire school is." Emmi had a vacant look of shock on her face. Minnie continued, "No one is listening to me, again. I shall repeat so you can all look in awe and beg to know. I said I could help, I know what we have to do, Dumbledore told me."
Malfoy stood up and shook his head, raising his voice to a quite scream, "You're the spy that we couldn't know about!"
Minnie nodded, "Surprise, surprise. And it's a good thing too, you were all way off on things. Dude, I found out who the 3rd unknown person to the prophecy is like a month ago, while you were all trying to deal with all your emo problems."
Malfoy gave the impression of trying to read Minnie's mind, "What do you know about our personal problems?"
"More then you think, Malfoy. I happen to be close friends with Lauren." She gave him an evil glance.
"Oh." He dropped the subject.
"Sooooooo, how long have you been, spying, Min?" Emmi questioned.
"We'll talk about all that crap later. Right now, I need to know where Hermione and Mike are."
"Aren't you suppose to be here with Mike? Isn't he your date?"
"Well, yea, but I promised that I'd meet him here. I thought it would be safer. For me and him."
"Oh, whatever."
"You're right, who cares about this right now?" Malfoy angrily stated. "You said you know who the third member is!"
Minnie nodded, "But I can't tell you right now. It's unimportant, all that matters is that we can save him, and defeat Voldemart."
"Shouldn't we know so that way we could keep a look out on him?" Draco insisted.
Minnie firmly repeated, "No. I told you, it isn't safe. It would only harm him."
Malfoy scowled, "Fine, Ms. Know-it-all, then what is your plan? Or would it be unsafe to know that too?"
"Wow, you're an asshole, but fine, you want to know. Its simple enough, you have to start from the beginning."
"WHAT?"
"That's what Dumbledore told me to tell you, 'Start from the beginning and the answers would just unfold.'"
"Dumbledore lost his nutter! What does he expect us to do with that piece of shit that he calls a plan?" Malfoy raged.
"It makes sense," Minnie said, "if you think back to the beginning."
"You're not helping!"
"I can see why Lauren is mad at you. You have no patience what so ever. But yes, it does help. Oh look there's Mike. MIKE!" She called toward him. The boy came running over, he seemed to be jittery. Emmi couldn't see why he should be the one nervous.
"Hi Minnie." You could only hear him speck, Minnie took his arm, before she left she turned to Malfoy, "Lauren is coming tonight."
"So?"
"Just thought you would want to know." And she and Mike walked away.
Lance and Ivy then came up to Emmi. Ivy gave her a dirty face, and seemed to try and drag Lance away. He stayed were he was, "Em, what was that all about?"
Emmi felt Ron put his arm around her waist, she giggled, "Nothing."
"You were the one that taught me nothing is always something." He begged.
Ivy growled under her breath, playing with her black shawl, that matched her black dress and shoes, "Bet that's not all she taught you. Lance come on, I don't want to talk to such a man whore."
Emmi looked up from Ron, "Go shave your mother's dick Ivy," she warned.
"Why don't you shave your own, baby Emmi, or better yet, I'll go get Kyle so you could suck his? You'd like that wouldn't you? It would be good for the experience, since you still are a virgin. Go and right in your persious dairy."
"Why do you always have to drag Kyle into this? I told you, I never went out with him. He was with Cherri. And who the hell cares if I'm a virgin? At least I'm not a slut who goes and sleeps around every weekend. And even if I do, well then at least I'm grounded enough to know who I'm sleeping next to."
"Come stand up and say that to my face Baby girl,"
Emmi stood up, only to have Ron grab her arm and pull her back down. He whispered in her ear, "Don't let her get to you. She means nothing."
"That right, Baby," Ivy said, "Forget about it like all the other times, soon enough you wouldn't be able to have someone tell you to stop,"
Lance looked to Ivy, "Maybe we should go over there. Look there's Kyle and some of his friends. Let's go say hi."
"Okay Lance. Why not? I'm tired of standing here talking to fags anyway." Ivy had dark eyes. Emmi noticed her play with her long sleeves. Sleeves, what an odd thing to have on today, it was 60 degrees, and the school had no air condition. "I just have to make a call first,"
"I'll meet you there in a second," Lance told Ivy.
"I wouldn't keep you waiting. I promise"
Once she was out of the sound, Emmi asked Lance, "How the hell can you stand her?" but the tension was already gone. Having Ivy leave was as good as breathing again.
Ron tried to make Emmi feel better, "Em, clam down. It's okay."
"But she's just such a bitch! Its all just a game to her. I never was with Kyle, and even if I was, is it healthy to hate me this much?"
"She means nothing by it,"
"She has to! She says it nearly every day that she's going to jump me, or kill me. But she never has done anything about it yet. She has to much bottled anger in her firkin flat ass!"
Lance walked over and gave Emmi a hug.
Ron added, jokingly to try to make her get over Ivy, "You better not mess with my girl Vresti, or I'll have to sock you."
Lance seemed to be opening his eyes for the first time, "You two are finally going out?"
"Ron, you're making a scene." Emmi gave a grin. The episode that just happened was forgotten.
"Congrates for you both. Em, I really don't get why you call George, Ron. He looks nothing like one." Lance saw Ivy coming back.
"Well I like that name just fine for him." Emmi simply implied
"I'll talk to ya later Blondie, and don't let Ivy get to you." Lance turned to Emmi, then nodded to Ron. He ran to meet up with Ivy.
"Lance and Ivy." Ron shuddered as he spoke, "it doesn't seem right."
"You didn't have to listen to Lance for hours a pon hours going on and on and on about her. He keeps saying that she 'just has problems,' but I think there is so much more then that. She's such a..rrrrr… to anyone but her friends. Oh and God Forbid I'm even in the same hallway when she is moody! I can make way a mile just because Queen Ivy is having a temper! I hate her so much!"
Ron laughed, though he wasn't sure if he was suppose to.
"I have to keep telling myself it doesn't matter." Emmi continued, "I'm sorry about that, though. I must desiccate you for moving so fast into her range. Just jumping to her level." She was trying to just lose the argument.
"I doubt you'll ever be at her level," he said.
Emmy gave up and went along to agree with him, "How flattering"
Hermione walked over, only just hearing what Emmi had said, "There is nothing we can do. I just got an owl from Dumbledore, and he said that all we have to do is look out for someone who is drifting away from the gymnasium. As that would help! But if you can't trust Dumbledore, then who can you trust?"
"Did Hermione say that once Minnie?"
Hermione looked confused, "Who's Minnie? I'm Hermione!"
Emmi pushed her slipping glasses up her nose, " Sorry. It's just overwhelming when for once your hair is straight Mione, just like Minnie's, and well Min has her hair curled like your. Ironic in a way."
"I shall say it again, who's Minnie?"
"Well," Ron said, "She's the Order's spy."
"And she goes to this school?"
"She's a freshmen, the one who is here with Mike. Me and her are close," Emmi said. "She reminds me a lot of you. Always studying, minerly obsessive with movies stars, and has your face."
Hermione's hopes rose. But it was too much of a chance. To late, her hopes were too high. Many people looked like her, it doesn't mean anything (and it was never really positive if they were identical). Casually she said, "You say she looks like me? Do you know if she happens to be adopted?"
Emmi shrugged, "If she is she never told me."
Hermione's voice dropped with the slightest disappointment, "Oh, we best be getting to our posts."
"What posts?" Ron asked.
Hermione groaned, "For God's sake were is Malfoy? That deaf Ferret! I told him to assign posts. Mind as small as a peanut…okay then, Ron you take the east entry to the gym, Emmi, you take the one next to it. Now if you see this Minnie, tell her she should guard the south one, and I'll take the north."
Ron butted in, "What are we guarding it from?"
"I don't know. Damn I wish Snape would just tell us these things instead of waiting for us to figure it out on our own. But that's Snape 'the potions master' we must obey his every call or else we will be in death situations," Hermione said in a sarcastic voice.
Emmi snickered, "Should we time our watches?"
"What ever you want," Hermione answered. She wasn't paying that much attention, "Here." She handed them each flip cell phones. "Ron you and Malfoy know how to use it. It seems to be a cell phone, to the people here who don't believe in magic but its charmed so that way when ever you open it, it instantly calls anyone who has it's connection. Make sure you give on to Malfoy and, if you see her, Minnie."
"Will it work?" Emmi wondered out loud.
"Well if it doesn't, let's just not think about that" Hermione pleaded.