Chapter 8
Twilight bonded into the Gryffindor dormitory and poll vaulted over the couch, landing right next to Soren and Eglantine. Being an Other was unfortunate, but it had some new advantageous. "So guys, ready for class?"
Soren and Eglantine looked confused. "What's a class?" Soren asked.
Twilight shrugged. "Don't know. But from what I can figure out they're kind of like chaws, except for Others."
Soren and Eglantine exchanged glances. That probably wasn't a good sign. "What about finding a potion?" Soren asked.
Twilight sighed. "Soren, we don't know how long it's going to take to find this potion, or how long it will take to make. Remember how long we were gone making a potion the last time?"
Soren looked down. Apparently he hadn't thought of that. "Well, yeah . . . but the sooner we start looking the sooner we'll find it."
"We'll find a time to look for a potion. I'm taking a look into the Other world in the meantime." Twilight said.
Soren sighed, looking away again. Odds were, he wanted to look for the potion, but didn't want to leave Twilight alone. Eglantine must have realized that too because she walked over to Twilight. "Well, I'm going to 'class.' You can start looking for that potion without us if you like." She said.
Soren nodded. "Sounds good."
So the three went out, and started their separate ways.