"Whew, that was tiring," Lisa said as we both headed to lunch.
"Tiring?" Hermione asked, coming up too us from behind, "you've only had two classes."
"Yes, but we nearly gave ourselves away," I replied, "So we had to work extra hard at trying to be as manly as possible and believe me, it was tiring."
"Gave yourselves away? To who?"
"Malfoy, of all people," Lisa grumbled.
"What!" Hermione stepped in front of us, blocking our path.
"Erm, can we pass, I'm kinda…" Hermione's glare shut me up.
"You two need to be more careful, seriously," Hermione warned, "You won't fool everybody. Especially you," Hermione looked straight at me.
"Yeah, especially since you're a terrible actress," Lisa said, taking Hermione's side.
"Oh, and like you're much better?" I retorted.
"At least I didn't fail drama."
"I failed drama because I never showed up for the stupid class, not because I'm a sucky actress," I retorted. Lisa opened her mouth to say something but I cut her off, "besides, you were worse back there than I was with all your little bad with names nonsense."
"Oh shut up both of you," Hermione said, we quieted.
"I'm just telling you to be more careful, if our cover gets blown, who knows what might happen."
"Okay, okay, we'll be more careful," I grumbled, "can we eat now?"
"God you're hopeless," Hermione mumbled rolling her eyes.
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Later at Dinner
"So, did you all have a nice first day?" Ron asked, sitting down next to Hermione.
"Yeah, it was pretty good," I replied. Ron looked up at the ceiling.
"I wonder why the owls haven't come yet?" Ron asked.
"Huh?" Lisa looked up.
"Oh, well, normally the owl post comes during breakfast, I'm just saying it's strange that it hasn't come yet."
"Speak of the devil," Lisa said, "look." She pointed at the ceiling just as hundreds of owls soared into the room. Everyone in the great hall turned to stare. All probably wondering the same thing as Ron. I noticed a black owl with a large package land by Malfoy, but nothing came for Ron or Neville. A copy of the daily prophet did come to another Gryffindor of their year, Seamus Finnigan.
"Hey, look at this," he said unrolling the paper.
"What is it?" I asked, leaning in.
"Harriett Potter, the girl who lives has gone missing." I gulped.
"Let me see that," Lisa snatched the newspaper from him and began to read aloud. "Harriett Potter, a longtime student of Beauxbatons has yet to return to school this year. Being the schools most famous pupil, reporters often flood to the school in an attempt to catch a good shot of her or an exclusive interview, many arrived there this year only to discover that she was no longer a student there. "She transferred somewhere else," Madame Maxine the schools headmistress declared, "I do not know where but she is no longer a student here." While many people wonder where Britain's most famous teen has gone off too, no one has been able to provide any answers, not even the Ministry of Magic. "I don't know how many times I must say this, but I really do not know where the Potter girl is," a disgruntled Cornelius Fudge, Minister of Magic told a prophet reporter. Some suspect him of hiding the truth, others believe the girl to have run off to get attention, but the true reason for her disappearance, or where she's gone is unknown." Lisa finished reading and looked up at me.
"I wonder where she's gone to," Seamus asked, taking his newspaper back, he and his friend Dean Thomas instantly launched into all of their theories or explanations for my disappearance. I looked around, the story seemed to be spreading, the few students who had read the article were quickly recounting it to their friends. Lisa and Hermione were both staring directly at me, fortunately Ron and Neville had not noticed our reactions. But someone else had. On the other side of the great hall, a copy of the daily Prophet open in front of him sat Draco Malfoy, and he was staring directly at me.
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