As i was about to leave, Dumbledore screamed out my name which made me stop dead in my tracks.
"What is it, minister?"
"The selection ceremony happens tomorrow."
"And?"
"Nothing. Just wanted you to know."
"Alright then. I'll get going. Good night minister."
I stormed out, as i was getting drowsier and drowsier by the minute.
Laying on the bed, my brain could not stop Dumbledore's words replaying itself. "No one can keep secrets, no one can keep…" I just trapped myself in a repeating loop that even myself can't break through.
Forcing myself to black out, the last thing i heard was Harry and Ron talking about the Triwizard tournament. If the original Adam was here, he would've joined the conversation. But this time, he didn't.
THE NEXT DAY
"ADAM!" Just like the another day, rise and fall. "Damnit, Ron. Don't scare me like that again." "Get up, or you'll be late for the selecting ceremony of the Tournament!" He then bolted, which left me a good view of what situation i was in: All alone, with rustled hair, and a good grip on reality.
"Why, Adam, you're so late!" Hermione blurted out as my butt made contact with the chair. "Sorry. I'm just too tired."