Mom seemed out of it all day, and she acted like she wanted to avoid us. Proof of this is that she went to work today, even though it was a Saturday and she didn't have to work. When she realized that, she didn't come back home; she spent all day at the Malfoy house.
As I contemplated Mom and Dad's conversation from last night, I crept into Chris' room. He had fallen asleep, even though it was only eight at night, and I didn't want to wake him up. Even though I needed his laptop.
As I glanced around the messy room, I sighed quietly; Chris never was the cleanest, but this was ridiculous. It was clear that Mom hadn't been in here for a while, because Chris would have been murdered for the disaster he called his room.
Focus, I thought to myself. I need to find the laptop. I nearly tripped over a baseball bat in my quest, and I swore quietly to myself when I stepped on a plate of old pizza. Yep; I was definitely telling Mom about this.
I fought my way over to the old desk in the corner, and shoved aside piles of homework that had never been turned in, textbooks, pens, tissues—God, it was amazing how my brother wasn't failing school with the amount of crap on his desk.
I froze as Chris snorted in his sleep, twisting around to see that he had rolled onto his side and was facing me now. His eyes were still closed, and his breathing was still even, so he wasn't awake, but I still had to take a moment to calm my racing heart. Chris slept like the dead most of the time, but on occasion he would wake up at the slightest noise.
I muttered under my breath when I couldn't find the laptop on his desk, and I turned my gaze on the only other place it could be: next to Chris' bed. A corner of his silver laptop was peeking out from under a pair of jeans.
As I carefully made my way over there, Chris mumbled in his sleep, twitching. I ignored it, hoping and praying that he wouldn't wake up. I poked the jeans aside and happily picked up the laptop, before slowly making my way back to the door.
I closed the door with a sigh of relief, but nearly screamed when someone laughed at me from the room across from Chris'—which was actually mine and Blaise's.
When I whipped around and saw that it was only my twin, I scowled at him, pushing past him to collapse on my bed.
I never knew being a spy was such hard work.
"You know," Blaise mused as he sat down on the bed across from mine. "You could have just asked him."
"No." I said. "Not for what I'm doing."
He arched an eyebrow. "And what is that?"
I turned the laptop on and watched absently as it loaded. I glared as I tried to remember my brother's password. "Searching the war." I answered, and I grinned when the password I typed in worked. Jeez, my brother needed better passwords.
"Searching the war," Blaise repeated. "And which war are we talking about? Because there are several wars, you know."
"Which one do you think, moron? The one with Voldemort."
A/N: Sorry for the cliffhanger, but I couldn't figure out how to proceed with that, so I just ended it there. But please, review. My birthday's coming up, and it would be like a present to see those emails waiting for me in my inbox.