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"What the hell do you want Regulus?" Sirius snapped the second the two were alone in a corner, Regulus merely shook his head.
"The entire Black family had a little dinner party with Voldemort not too long ago—"
"WHAT?! They still support that fucking asshole?" Sirius growled and Regulus only smiled, though it didn't look very much like a smile as it held no joy or warmth.
"What made you think they'd stop? Anyone who has pureblood honor makes mom and dad's favorites list."
"I dunno, maybe it was all those murders he's committed," Sirius said dryly and Regulus face tightened.
"As far as they're concerned the murders happened cause of mudblood rebels, those who died are considered as the enemy. Nothing to grief over. Besides from what I've read the Daily Prophet barely mentions the deaths, not a single word about kids being killed, not a single word in there agrees with what Dumbledore feeds us at school," Regulus' eyes were glazed over for a second.
"What the hell do you believe Regulus?" Sirius asked locking eyes with his younger brother.
"I-I'm not sure yet," Regulus' eyes were clouded in confusion and his face was pale, the rosy glow Sirius had been used to seeing on his little brother was gone, "Sirius at the party Voldemort...well he was...uh signing up new members..."
"You signed up," Sirius said quietly ripping his eyes away from him, all of a sudden he wasn't sure he could stand looking at his little brother, not without losing his lunch.
"I had to Sirius...mom and dad...everyone was pushing me to it!" the pleading tone in Regulus' voice only increased Sirius' desire to vomit, but instead he started to laugh, softly but so bitter that it stung Regulus where he stood.
"You could've said no and left," Sirius hissed through clenched teeth, "why the fuck are you telling me this Regulus, you think I actually care about what ever the hell you do?"
"I h-had to. I'm not sure why, but I needed you to hear this from me. Sirius maybe Voldemort is not that bad as some are trying to make us bel—"
"AND MAYBE HE IS!" Sirius roared his eyes locking into Regulus', "are you willing to take that chance little bro—Regulus?"
"I don't know. Damn it Sirius you just don't understand! You can fight mom and dad and run out of the house without an ounce of fear or guilt, you were born a rebel...I wasn't! I'm terrified of mom and dad and constantly confused about everything; being 15, girls, Voldemort...I don't know, maybe he doesn't even exist, or mom and dad are idiots, or Dumbledore is. I JUST DON'T KNOW!" soon Regulus' eyes were stormy with tears, tears that managed to tug at Sirius' heartstrings, "what I do know is that I had to tell you about this Sirius, because you were the only one in my whole life that was ever there for me, the only one who helped me out when I needed it...I'm sorry."
"What do you want me to say Regulus?" Sirius asked working hard to keep all emotions out of his voice and face, Regulus gave him a sad smile.
"I don't think it matters, you always say what YOU like anyway," Sirius looked at him one last time before focusing his eyes on his brother's left shoulder.
"I say I hope I never see your stinkin' face ever again!" and with that Sirius shouldered his way past him and tried to get as far away as he could, hoping beyond hope no one would catch a glimpse of his tear streaked face until he managed his way to a bathroom.
The hopelessness in Regulus' eyes had gotten to him big time. It hurt to see his little brother look so broken up and alone. The hardest part was the fact that Sirius knew he was part of the problem, if he had managed to be there for his brother even for his parents' evil reign, just maybe Regulus would've never had to sit through that dinner alone. Maybe if Sirius had stayed in the Black house he could've stopped his filthy family from contaminating his brother in such ways. The guilt was too overwhelming for Sirius, so much so he unconsciously grabbed the neared glass of champagne nearby off of a pretty blond waitress and drowned it in one sip.
After giving the white clad woman a quick thanks and small wink for her pretty eyes, he preceded in his pushing through the crowd and was about to leave the party room just when he saw a tall girl with long silvery locks step onto the stage and putting a stop to the music coming from old wizarding albums. Many eyes now fell and rested on her, she had been the lead singer of the most popular band in the past decade, just until this summer. Sirius watched as well, it was nearly impossible to look away from those engaging green eyes, so dark and twinkling.
All of a sudden music started, soft yet with rough tones hidden underneath blared out all around them, but Sirius didn't feel the goosebumps, at least not until those beautiful lips parted and he heard that strong voice crying out with emotion. For a while he stood absolutely motionless with thoughts of Regulus gone, his mind totally blank of any thing but the melodious sound of Anika's voice. Sirius felt every word leaving Anika's mouth touch him in a way nothing ever had. Her words killed him on the spot. 'Don't ask me to stay. I have to crawl away. Far and wide into the very pit of hell. I can't ask you to come, cause my death is my own fault.' Without even realizing it, Sirius whispered along with her while watching her long pale neck, those beautiful locks of messy silvery hair, and the plane brown dress robes that fell over her body like a thin draping sheet. The way it clung on to her breasts made his heart race. She stood on stage a total mess with dark red lips and barely there dressrobes that were far too thin and clingy, but he loved everything about her at that moment and more than anything the hurt that was transferred into her words. For a long time he just stood there consuming the richness of her warm voice feeling the tears she had shed.
Time seemed to pass by, though Sirius barely noticed. To him nothing mattered, not now. For the very first time in his life he had felt some kind of explosion deep within with a knowledge that would forever hunt him. His heart seemed to burst and melt at the same time all the while his whole body felt numb with excitement and everything that was good in the world. Her voice...those words...Sirius knew that from now on the mere sight of Anika Meadows would kill him on the spot. His heart would no longer race because of the sent of her spicy perfume or those gorgeous long legs, but burst for something else, something deeper...Sirius was sure he had fallen in love just then. In a single moment he was forever changed. After this moment the plainly dressed girl standing on the stage before him had the power to utterly crush everything he held dear while able to make his whole world dance in joy with a single smile. It had taken him only a single moment to fall in love.
"You got what you wanted Evans," James sneered.
He didn't mean to be so bitter, but the night was fading away and that brought an end to this fantasy come alive. While he hadn't exactly fantasized about marrying Lily, he had wished many times to be close to her. James sometimes even wished for 5 minutes of peaceful conversation with the girl of his dreams, just as long as he got to watch her emerald- colored eyes brighten the way they did when she laughed. He'd never admit it but he'd take an hour of watching Lily smile and talk over bedding any girl in Hogwarts. There was something that was special about her, something he had gotten a taste of tonight and never will again. He couldn't stop the bitterness from his voice.
"Every single person in this room is now convinced that we're madly in love, not one of them have any clue that in truth you can't wait to rip my head off!"
"You don't miss much do you," she said softly, and regretted it at the same seeing hurt flicker passed James' face, "besides I wouldn't exactly rip so much as I'd bit it off."
"Oh really?" a small smile now formed on his face, "I think my head is a tad too big for your tiny red lips to form around."
"Umm," Lily felt her cheeks burn red, and realizing what he had just said made James flush be more than a match for Lily's.
"So...we're uh engaged without ever going on a single date. Sounds a tad bit like an arranged marriage to me!" James hastily tried to change the subject, before anyone walked up to them with their faces so red.
"Regretful?" Lily asked in a mock hurt voice, but all the same she seemed grateful for the change of subject.
"Nah! You're too hot," James grinned ducking away before her fist could get his chest, "you gotta be faster Evans...and NOT with your wand!!!"
"Oh ya?" Lily arched an eyebrow before knocking him down to the grassy ground, "don't worry little Potter, I don't need a wand to whip your ass!"
"Lets see it then," James clearly enjoyed the feeling of Lily sitting on top of him with that tight dress of hers, something she noticed, and blushing again she quickly got off of him, "on second thought I'd really rather beat you in a wand duel."
"And here I was shivering in fear!"
"What's scary is your outfit!"
"I was under the impression that you liked it, I mean you kinda did ask me to propose to you in it when for the past 6 years you've done nothing but shout and leer at me! I thought it was the suit that did it."
"I would never want you to propose to me for real, in a goofy tux or in a expensive designer one!"
"Do you really mean that?" James suddenly asked quietly, his eyes so intense Lily felt as though they were burning holes through her.
"Yeah," she was unable to meet his gaze so instead she proceeded to stare at her shoes, "you and I just can never be!"
"That's what you think isn't it? You want everything to be all perfect and organized for you. I bet you'll hate if you ever climaxed before you expected to!" Lily was now glowing redder than she had before from embarrassment and anger.
"That would be none of your business Potter, since you'll never join me in one when we both know how much you want to. Maybe if you weren't such a thick-headed perverted bastard you'd have a chance, but—"
"Can't you two just get along," came Mrs. Potter's firm voice, "if you keep going this way I'll have to get house-elves to guard your bedrooms from you sneaking off to kill each other. Think I'll bet on crazy forbidden sex though, it just seems more likely!"
"Muuum," James glared at her, he really didn't remember ever having blushed so much.
"Well I just had my bet confirmed by the looks on your faces, so why don't you two join the party again. Looks like the McNairs and the Averys just joined us. They're a bit easier to gather information from if you know what I mean," and with that she left the two alone again.
"Shall we," James held out his arm as a sign of truce, and with a small smile Lily slipped her slim arm through his, it was their mutual agreement to never mention this conversation again.
"Sure."
"You're James' cousin right?" asked a tall browned haired boy, staring at Harry and Ron in a way they both seem to consider as odd.
"Yeah, what do you want?" the boy grinned at Harry with a short glance at Ron and turned back to Harry.
"I'm Thomas Baddock, from the Baddock family. All purebloods but I'm in Ravenclaw, I'm kind of an outcast in the family...like you if you know what I mean,"
"Uh?" Harry exchanged a questioning look with Ron, what the hell did the boy mean by 'and outcast like you'? Harry thought bewildered.
"Yeah, hard to believe there are any of us in Hogwarts, I mean there are so many kids from the old traditional families. But hey here I am, so um can I get you a drink or something?" the boy looked at Harry hopefully and Harry just stared back absolutely lost blinking a couple of times before turning to Ron again.
"Ron?" but if anything Ron looked even more confused and suddenly Thomas' face flushed red.
"Omg, oh shit! I'm so sorry!!! I honestly had no idea you two got back together, I mean the word is you broke it off for good! I really had no idea...I should go now," the boy turned away with a short, "see ya around."
"The hell did that bloke mean?" Ron asked scratching his head, and Harry just shook his head.
"We broke what off?" Harry muttered just when Hermione joined them back with butterbeer goblets.
"What are you talking about?" she asked taking a sip of her goblet as Harry began to explain what happened, but before she had the chance to swallow she was spraying butterbeer in Harry's face, "WHAT?!!!"
"Yeah, pretty strange," Ron grinned handing Harry a cloth he had in his pocket.
"I-uh yeah. Crazy kids," Hermione gave a few pathetically fake chuckles, "excuse me, I'll be back in a few minutes!" and with that she pushed past the two and disappeared into the crowd.
"The hell is wrong with everyone today?" Ron asked looking around the room, and Harry just shrugged giving him back his cloth.
"How knows, maybe the drinks are spiked."
"Spiked? With charms you mean?" Ron stared doubtfully into his own drink.
"Or just alcohol," hearing that made Ron grin and drown his goblet.
"Let's hope—"
"HARRY RON!! Glad I found you, I've been looking all around..." a short blond boy Harry didn't even know by name was now talking to both Ron and Harry a mile/second as though they had been long-lost-friends.
"Who are you?" Ron asked rudely, but the boy merely ignored him.
"So I'm guessing I can put you both down for the club? We have meetings only once a week, but we manage to get a lot done. It's important for people like us to have a voice in Hogwarts don't you think?"
"Er...people like us?" Ron stared at him suspiciously, and the blond boy nodded vigorously.
"Didn't you know, there are lots of us in Hogwarts, many of which who are counted amongst the top students of the school. Here my friends we have almost a community and a strong voice! But I must ask, is your friend Hermione one of us?"
"One of wha—" Ron was cut off by Hermione who suddenly appeared behind the short boy, as he couldn't see her, her angry voice made his jump.
"I'M NOT! And neither of them wish to join your stupid club so leave or I'll make you!!!" Perhaps it was the look on Hermione's face or the fact that her wand was out, because the blond boy quickly nodded and left them so fast he nearly tripped over his own feet twice.
"What's going on Hermione? I know you know what this is all about so just explain it to us!" His eyes made Hermione look away blushing.
"No I don't...in fact I have to go. So uh bye," and before either of them could stop her she ran away.
"What do you think we should do now?" Ron asked.
"Find out whatever the hell these people are talking about! Not from the first two kids thou, Thomas looks too embarrassed to want to talk and Hermione certainly seemed to have scared the hell out of the blond kid."
"How then?" Ron had began scratching his head again.
"Someone else will slip up sooner or later."
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"What the hell do you want Regulus?" Sirius snapped the second the two were alone in a corner, Regulus merely shook his head.
"The entire Black family had a little dinner party with Voldemort not too long ago—"
"WHAT?! They still support that fucking asshole?" Sirius growled and Regulus only smiled, though it didn't look very much like a smile as it held no joy or warmth.
"What made you think they'd stop? Anyone who has pureblood honor makes mom and dad's favorites list."
"I dunno, maybe it was all those murders he's committed," Sirius said dryly and Regulus face tightened.
"As far as they're concerned the murders happened cause of mudblood rebels, those who died are considered as the enemy. Nothing to grief over. Besides from what I've read the Daily Prophet barely mentions the deaths, not a single word about kids being killed, not a single word in there agrees with what Dumbledore feeds us at school," Regulus' eyes were glazed over for a second.
"What the hell do you believe Regulus?" Sirius asked locking eyes with his younger brother.
"I-I'm not sure yet," Regulus' eyes were clouded in confusion and his face was pale, the rosy glow Sirius had been used to seeing on his little brother was gone, "Sirius at the party Voldemort...well he was...uh signing up new members..."
"You signed up," Sirius said quietly ripping his eyes away from him, all of a sudden he wasn't sure he could stand looking at his little brother, not without losing his lunch.
"I had to Sirius...mom and dad...everyone was pushing me to it!" the pleading tone in Regulus' voice only increased Sirius' desire to vomit, but instead he started to laugh, softly but so bitter that it stung Regulus where he stood.
"You could've said no and left," Sirius hissed through clenched teeth, "why the fuck are you telling me this Regulus, you think I actually care about what ever the hell you do?"
"I h-had to. I'm not sure why, but I needed you to hear this from me. Sirius maybe Voldemort is not that bad as some are trying to make us bel—"
"AND MAYBE HE IS!" Sirius roared his eyes locking into Regulus', "are you willing to take that chance little bro—Regulus?"
"I don't know. Damn it Sirius you just don't understand! You can fight mom and dad and run out of the house without an ounce of fear or guilt, you were born a rebel...I wasn't! I'm terrified of mom and dad and constantly confused about everything; being 15, girls, Voldemort...I don't know, maybe he doesn't even exist, or mom and dad are idiots, or Dumbledore is. I JUST DON'T KNOW!" soon Regulus' eyes were stormy with tears, tears that managed to tug at Sirius' heartstrings, "what I do know is that I had to tell you about this Sirius, because you were the only one in my whole life that was ever there for me, the only one who helped me out when I needed it...I'm sorry."
"What do you want me to say Regulus?" Sirius asked working hard to keep all emotions out of his voice and face, Regulus gave him a sad smile.
"I don't think it matters, you always say what YOU like anyway," Sirius looked at him one last time before focusing his eyes on his brother's left shoulder.
"I say I hope I never see your stinkin' face ever again!" and with that Sirius shouldered his way past him and tried to get as far away as he could, hoping beyond hope no one would catch a glimpse of his tear streaked face until he managed his way to a bathroom.
The hopelessness in Regulus' eyes had gotten to him big time. It hurt to see his little brother look so broken up and alone. The hardest part was the fact that Sirius knew he was part of the problem, if he had managed to be there for his brother even for his parents' evil reign, just maybe Regulus would've never had to sit through that dinner alone. Maybe if Sirius had stayed in the Black house he could've stopped his filthy family from contaminating his brother in such ways. The guilt was too overwhelming for Sirius, so much so he unconsciously grabbed the neared glass of champagne nearby off of a pretty blond waitress and drowned it in one sip.
After giving the white clad woman a quick thanks and small wink for her pretty eyes, he preceded in his pushing through the crowd and was about to leave the party room just when he saw a tall girl with long silvery locks step onto the stage and putting a stop to the music coming from old wizarding albums. Many eyes now fell and rested on her, she had been the lead singer of the most popular band in the past decade, just until this summer. Sirius watched as well, it was nearly impossible to look away from those engaging green eyes, so dark and twinkling.
All of a sudden music started, soft yet with rough tones hidden underneath blared out all around them, but Sirius didn't feel the goosebumps, at least not until those beautiful lips parted and he heard that strong voice crying out with emotion. For a while he stood absolutely motionless with thoughts of Regulus gone, his mind totally blank of any thing but the melodious sound of Anika's voice. Sirius felt every word leaving Anika's mouth touch him in a way nothing ever had. Her words killed him on the spot. 'Don't ask me to stay. I have to crawl away. Far and wide into the very pit of hell. I can't ask you to come, cause my death is my own fault.' Without even realizing it, Sirius whispered along with her while watching her long pale neck, those beautiful locks of messy silvery hair, and the plane brown dress robes that fell over her body like a thin draping sheet. The way it clung on to her breasts made his heart race. She stood on stage a total mess with dark red lips and barely there dressrobes that were far too thin and clingy, but he loved everything about her at that moment and more than anything the hurt that was transferred into her words. For a long time he just stood there consuming the richness of her warm voice feeling the tears she had shed.
Time seemed to pass by, though Sirius barely noticed. To him nothing mattered, not now. For the very first time in his life he had felt some kind of explosion deep within with a knowledge that would forever hunt him. His heart seemed to burst and melt at the same time all the while his whole body felt numb with excitement and everything that was good in the world. Her voice...those words...Sirius knew that from now on the mere sight of Anika Meadows would kill him on the spot. His heart would no longer race because of the sent of her spicy perfume or those gorgeous long legs, but burst for something else, something deeper...Sirius was sure he had fallen in love just then. In a single moment he was forever changed. After this moment the plainly dressed girl standing on the stage before him had the power to utterly crush everything he held dear while able to make his whole world dance in joy with a single smile. It had taken him only a single moment to fall in love.
"You got what you wanted Evans," James sneered.
He didn't mean to be so bitter, but the night was fading away and that brought an end to this fantasy come alive. While he hadn't exactly fantasized about marrying Lily, he had wished many times to be close to her. James sometimes even wished for 5 minutes of peaceful conversation with the girl of his dreams, just as long as he got to watch her emerald- colored eyes brighten the way they did when she laughed. He'd never admit it but he'd take an hour of watching Lily smile and talk over bedding any girl in Hogwarts. There was something that was special about her, something he had gotten a taste of tonight and never will again. He couldn't stop the bitterness from his voice.
"Every single person in this room is now convinced that we're madly in love, not one of them have any clue that in truth you can't wait to rip my head off!"
"You don't miss much do you," she said softly, and regretted it at the same seeing hurt flicker passed James' face, "besides I wouldn't exactly rip so much as I'd bit it off."
"Oh really?" a small smile now formed on his face, "I think my head is a tad too big for your tiny red lips to form around."
"Umm," Lily felt her cheeks burn red, and realizing what he had just said made James flush be more than a match for Lily's.
"So...we're uh engaged without ever going on a single date. Sounds a tad bit like an arranged marriage to me!" James hastily tried to change the subject, before anyone walked up to them with their faces so red.
"Regretful?" Lily asked in a mock hurt voice, but all the same she seemed grateful for the change of subject.
"Nah! You're too hot," James grinned ducking away before her fist could get his chest, "you gotta be faster Evans...and NOT with your wand!!!"
"Oh ya?" Lily arched an eyebrow before knocking him down to the grassy ground, "don't worry little Potter, I don't need a wand to whip your ass!"
"Lets see it then," James clearly enjoyed the feeling of Lily sitting on top of him with that tight dress of hers, something she noticed, and blushing again she quickly got off of him, "on second thought I'd really rather beat you in a wand duel."
"And here I was shivering in fear!"
"What's scary is your outfit!"
"I was under the impression that you liked it, I mean you kinda did ask me to propose to you in it when for the past 6 years you've done nothing but shout and leer at me! I thought it was the suit that did it."
"I would never want you to propose to me for real, in a goofy tux or in a expensive designer one!"
"Do you really mean that?" James suddenly asked quietly, his eyes so intense Lily felt as though they were burning holes through her.
"Yeah," she was unable to meet his gaze so instead she proceeded to stare at her shoes, "you and I just can never be!"
"That's what you think isn't it? You want everything to be all perfect and organized for you. I bet you'll hate if you ever climaxed before you expected to!" Lily was now glowing redder than she had before from embarrassment and anger.
"That would be none of your business Potter, since you'll never join me in one when we both know how much you want to. Maybe if you weren't such a thick-headed perverted bastard you'd have a chance, but—"
"Can't you two just get along," came Mrs. Potter's firm voice, "if you keep going this way I'll have to get house-elves to guard your bedrooms from you sneaking off to kill each other. Think I'll bet on crazy forbidden sex though, it just seems more likely!"
"Muuum," James glared at her, he really didn't remember ever having blushed so much.
"Well I just had my bet confirmed by the looks on your faces, so why don't you two join the party again. Looks like the McNairs and the Averys just joined us. They're a bit easier to gather information from if you know what I mean," and with that she left the two alone again.
"Shall we," James held out his arm as a sign of truce, and with a small smile Lily slipped her slim arm through his, it was their mutual agreement to never mention this conversation again.
"Sure."
"You're James' cousin right?" asked a tall browned haired boy, staring at Harry and Ron in a way they both seem to consider as odd.
"Yeah, what do you want?" the boy grinned at Harry with a short glance at Ron and turned back to Harry.
"I'm Thomas Baddock, from the Baddock family. All purebloods but I'm in Ravenclaw, I'm kind of an outcast in the family...like you if you know what I mean,"
"Uh?" Harry exchanged a questioning look with Ron, what the hell did the boy mean by 'and outcast like you'? Harry thought bewildered.
"Yeah, hard to believe there are any of us in Hogwarts, I mean there are so many kids from the old traditional families. But hey here I am, so um can I get you a drink or something?" the boy looked at Harry hopefully and Harry just stared back absolutely lost blinking a couple of times before turning to Ron again.
"Ron?" but if anything Ron looked even more confused and suddenly Thomas' face flushed red.
"Omg, oh shit! I'm so sorry!!! I honestly had no idea you two got back together, I mean the word is you broke it off for good! I really had no idea...I should go now," the boy turned away with a short, "see ya around."
"The hell did that bloke mean?" Ron asked scratching his head, and Harry just shook his head.
"We broke what off?" Harry muttered just when Hermione joined them back with butterbeer goblets.
"What are you talking about?" she asked taking a sip of her goblet as Harry began to explain what happened, but before she had the chance to swallow she was spraying butterbeer in Harry's face, "WHAT?!!!"
"Yeah, pretty strange," Ron grinned handing Harry a cloth he had in his pocket.
"I-uh yeah. Crazy kids," Hermione gave a few pathetically fake chuckles, "excuse me, I'll be back in a few minutes!" and with that she pushed past the two and disappeared into the crowd.
"The hell is wrong with everyone today?" Ron asked looking around the room, and Harry just shrugged giving him back his cloth.
"How knows, maybe the drinks are spiked."
"Spiked? With charms you mean?" Ron stared doubtfully into his own drink.
"Or just alcohol," hearing that made Ron grin and drown his goblet.
"Let's hope—"
"HARRY RON!! Glad I found you, I've been looking all around..." a short blond boy Harry didn't even know by name was now talking to both Ron and Harry a mile/second as though they had been long-lost-friends.
"Who are you?" Ron asked rudely, but the boy merely ignored him.
"So I'm guessing I can put you both down for the club? We have meetings only once a week, but we manage to get a lot done. It's important for people like us to have a voice in Hogwarts don't you think?"
"Er...people like us?" Ron stared at him suspiciously, and the blond boy nodded vigorously.
"Didn't you know, there are lots of us in Hogwarts, many of which who are counted amongst the top students of the school. Here my friends we have almost a community and a strong voice! But I must ask, is your friend Hermione one of us?"
"One of wha—" Ron was cut off by Hermione who suddenly appeared behind the short boy, as he couldn't see her, her angry voice made his jump.
"I'M NOT! And neither of them wish to join your stupid club so leave or I'll make you!!!" Perhaps it was the look on Hermione's face or the fact that her wand was out, because the blond boy quickly nodded and left them so fast he nearly tripped over his own feet twice.
"What's going on Hermione? I know you know what this is all about so just explain it to us!" His eyes made Hermione look away blushing.
"No I don't...in fact I have to go. So uh bye," and before either of them could stop her she ran away.
"What do you think we should do now?" Ron asked.
"Find out whatever the hell these people are talking about! Not from the first two kids thou, Thomas looks too embarrassed to want to talk and Hermione certainly seemed to have scared the hell out of the blond kid."
"How then?" Ron had began scratching his head again.
"Someone else will slip up sooner or later."