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Okay, now, to the story!~ It seems kind of short to me, but anyway~ Enjoyyyy!~
I woke up, sweating, in my dorm. I had a nightmare-Fred's ghost meeting George, and harming him. I don't even know why I dreamt of that. Fred was nice, right? His ghost seemed nice… I was probably just stressed because of a new school year, and this happening at the same time. I had planned to cause no trouble, being the son of Harry Potter and all, I didn't want people to think I liked to show off. My brother, James, was there for that, but he got away with it.
Yesterday, after having convinced (though it didn't take much convincing, as she was the one who insisted on helping me with all of this) Cassie Chang, a Ravenclaw girl, to help me figure out with Fred's ghost had appeared, and what the stone was, we went back to our dorms, and got scolded by Professor McGonagall. We apparently missed dinner, though it didn't seem like Cassie and I spent much time in the forest together, with Fred's ghost. After a while McGonagall decided to leave us alone with only a warning, because we were new to the school. She them walked off, mumbling something that I found really strange. She said, with a sigh; "First, Rose Weasley, and now, these two? I swear, they're just the same as their parents.". Why did Rose miss dinner? I decided to shrug it off. She was probably just too busy studying.
We had our first classes today, and I have to admit that as much as I found magic really cool, I found it all a bit…Uninteresting. I would have preferred to go back to the forest with Cassie, to talk with Fred's ghost for a while. To figure out a plan to talk to uncle George, and to somehow figure out what that stone was. I could feel it in my pocket. It felt strange, because of it's odd shape, but it also felt comforting, somehow, knowing that I wasn't completely alone, and that Fred was with me, too.
While walking around the corridors once, at break time, I spotted Cassie. She was talking with a couple of her new friends. She saw me, and as I waved tentatively, she only smiled slightly and shaked her head. Her friends probably couldn't see it as they were busy talking about something relating to Quidditch. I looked at her to see if she really didn't have time to spare. I really wanted to speak to her about Fred. Something had bugged me all day, since I woke up. She looked at me and mumbled "Later." quietly. I nodded and walked off.
At lunch, I sat next to Rose, ready to ask her all sorts of questions relating to her apparently missing from dinner yesterday. She saw me and looked at me uneasily, as she didn't want me to sit next to her. I did anyway. "Hi, Rose. How's it going?" I asked, trying to have as much tact as possible.
"It's going fine, Albus. What about you?" It was obvious she didn't want to talk to me.
"It's going alright." I paused for a bit, not knowing how to ask her what I wanted to know without her thinking something was up. "Have you been studying a lot lately?"
She looked at me, unsure on how to answer. "Not really, no." She said, after a while. That was strange. My theory about her been too busy being a nerd yesterday didn't fit, if she hadn't been studying lately.
"I…haven't seen you at dinner yesterday." I said. I knew it was straightforward, but I couldn't help myself. I really wanted to find out, and I would find out. She instantly flustered, as if she knew it was coming, and as she had tried to prepare herself for it, but it seemed she evidently failed. "I…Erm…" After a few seconds of apparent confusion, like she was trying to remember something, maybe an excuse of some sort, she simply said; "Professor McGonagall wanted to talk to me. She wanted to know how my parents are. You know, that sort of thing." Now, something was definitely up. McGonagall obviously hadn't seen her the night before, and why would she ask Rose to know how uncle Ron and Auntie Hermione were, without asking me how my parents- my father being the most famous of them all-, were? Maybe she had asked James, but still, it really sounded like something was up. Where was she, and what was she doing? I needed to talk to Cassie, and even maybe to Fred, about all of this. I somehow thought she was doing something that included me. She seemed uncomfortable and nervous at the sight of me. For the rest of the day, I wondered what was wrong, and what I had done.