I looked at the two of them, shocked, my mouth hanging open. "Wait…so that means that Draco's dad's mum was abducted?"

"Nope," Jessica replied. "Mr. Malfoy's aunt. They have extreme incest issues, but in some twisted way, Draco's great-aunt is also his grandmother. Does that make sense?"

"If, you really think about it… no." I replied honestly.

"There wasn't just incest. They couldn't figure out who Draco's dad's father was, so there was adoption, too. Talk about a twisted family tree." Frederic laughed.

I urged them on. "Keep going with the story."

"Well," she continued. "Rumor has it that every ten years a girl goes missing, always on the same date. Teachers have tried for centuries, trying to catch the abductor… but it's like the girls just vanish. We've never had a guy disappear, so we're under the impression that the abductor is a guy, most likely a rapist of some kind."

I shuddered. "That's freaky… what year is this?"

Frederic and Jessica looked at each other again. "The tenth."

"What?" I stopped walking. "Wait, why would your headmaster allow us to come, then, if a pervert is out on the loose and looking for girls?"

"We don't know." Frederic responded.

They were leading me to the Entrance Hall when I halted again. "Last night, when I'd first come in, the picture on the ceiling began speaking, and it said my name."

"Oh shit," Frederic coughed. "Oh shit, oh shit, oh shit…"

"What?"

He looked at me sadly, yet seriously. "Ginny, god damn it, that can't be good."

I rolled my eyes. "Well, obviously."

Jessica sat against the wall and looked up at the painting. "Do you remember what it said?"

"Yeah, hole on, let me concentrate…" I responded. "In the background it will hide… a meaning… yeah, a meaning that is cleverly disguised. It will lead you into a… simple… no…. a perfect bliss…but Ginny, dear, nothing will be right until you find this."

"So something's hiding in the back and it's costumed." Jessica said something. "Oh, yeah, and everything will go wrong until you find it out. Great, just great. That gives us no where to go."

"Us?"

"Well, yeah," Frederic said, elbowing me. "You don't really expect us to let you face this on your own, do you?"

"Um… yes."

"Nope," Jessica voiced. "Come on, let's go to the library."

"Won't the librarian wonder why we're out of class?" I inquired.

Frederic raised his eyebrows. "You guys have librarians, too? Librarians and ghosts. Talk about a weird mix."

I chuckled. "If you say so."