"We're screwed, we're screwed, Malfoy knows. We're screwed. Malfoy knows. Malfoy knows. We're screwed," Lisa chanted as she paced back and forth in our room. Hermione sat criss-cross-applesauce on her bed, her eyes following Lisa as she marched.
"I didn't think anyone would figure it out this soon," Hermione noted, "I mean, were we really that obvious?"
"He would never have guessed if it weren't for that stupid article, curse you stupid daily prophet!" Lisa cussed under her breath.
"Or maybe Malfoy's just like really smart or something, I mean, no one else has figured it out," Hermione said.
"Well, maybe there's hope," I said from my spot in the corner where I had dumped myself on the floor, literally, "I mean, he just stared at me, he hasn't like outright stated 'I know what you are' to us or anything. So maybe he's just suspicious. If we don't mess up anymore while he's around, we might be good."
"No, I don't think so," Hermione said quietly, her eyes on the window.
"Why not?" Lisa asked.
"Because Malfoy's own is sitting on the windowsill," Hermione replied.
"Huh?" I looked over at the window, there on the windowsill stood a large black owl, the same one I'd seen this morning. Attached to it's foot was a letter. I stood up and walked over to Hermione and Lisa, we gazed apprehensively at the owl as if it was going to explode. A complete and utter silence enveloped the room.
"Well, erm, is anyone going to get that?" Lisa asked, breaking the silence.
"Not me," Hermione said quickly.
"Guess you'll have to do it," Lisa said, looking at me, "it's probably addressed to you anyways."
"You guys are such great friends," I muttered sarcastically, stepping forward towards the owl, which held it's leg out for me to remove the letter. Which I did.
"What's it say?" Lisa asked.
"I dunno, I haven't read it yet," I replied, slowly unrolling it. Hermione and Lisa jumped up and ran over to me, both of them peeking over my shoulder as we read the thin, slanted writing.
Meet me in the trophy room at midnight
"Are we going?" Hermione asked once we'd all finished reading.
"What if it's a trap?" Lisa asked.
"What if it isn't?" Hermione replied.
"Well?" Lisa looked up at me.
"I think we should go," I replied, "but we might want to wear our disguises, just in case. And we should probably also be on our guard."
"Yeah, okay, that works," Lisa said nodding.
"So, I guess that's the plan," Hermione noted.
"Well, it's already eight, so that means we have four hours."
"But wait, isn't it against the rules to wander the hallways at night? What if we get caught?" Hermione asked suddenly.
"We'll just have to pray to god that we don't," I replied.