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Naturally, once I realized Draco was the one who had spilled the beans to Flint about me, I started giving him the cold shoulder. Don't get me wrong, it wasn't a silent treatment, but I wouldn't talk more than I had to.

Draco kind of realized it, too, because he meekly accepted the fact that I was shunning him and didn't try to talk to me.

"Free period, Celia; we're heading over to Hagrid's, okay?" Hermione gave me a sympathetic pat on the shoulder. Harry tucked the Invisibility Cloak under his arm and smiled at me.

"Yeah, mate, it's really not fair you're the only one being punished," Ron added. Thankfully he had gotten over the "bestie" phase and was moving on to just "mate", like he did to Harry.

I shrugged. "It's okay. Stop feeling bad for me and go; I'll find stuff to do. Like lines."

After the trio left, I headed to Dad's office. Around the corner sat a boy around the same age of me. His nose was buried in a book, but by craning my neck, I could see the glimpse of green at the neck of his robes; Slytherin.

"Good book?" I asked quietly, trying not to startle him.

No use; the boy started violently, and dropped his book. He turned, panicked. "No-stupid muggle book, really, I was just-er-trying to see what mudbloods saw in them-" he laughed nervously. I think I wasn't supposed to hear, but he muttered, "don't punch me."

"Don't call them that. Muggleborns aren't mudbloods." I picked up the book and turned it over. It was The Fault In Our Stars. "Ooh, I read this. Good book."

The boy visibly relaxed. "Oh. Okay. You're not one of them. Okay. Good. You can't tell anyone else I was reading this, okay? I'm Theodore Nott, by the way. Pure-" he cut himself off.

I hate that.

What?

The way they add their blood status like it's part of their rank.

Well, technically-

Don't even start. I smiled. "Nice to meet someone who doesn't hate on Muggleborns. I'm-"

"Cecelia Snape, I know. Everyone knows now; since you punched Marcus Flint. You're almost as famous as Harry Potter in this school now." Theodore grinned.

"Wait, wait, what?" Horrified, I fumbled with The Fault in Our Stars.

Theodore nodded and continued. "Did you really give him a huge sucker punch? His gang wouldn't talk about it; I reckon they're too thick to-really, what was the Hat thinking, Slytherin-; and neither would Marcus when he came in bruised."

I cocked my head. "Um…famous-good or famous-bad? As in all-the-Slytherins-want-to-kill-me bad?"

Theodore shrugged, "Bad for most of the Slytherins, I guess, You're still part of the House, though; they might take it lightly. But I'd be surprised if Oliver Wood didn't come and ask you for an autograph." He paused. "Er-can I have the book back?"

With a frown, I fingered the book. "'The book'? It's not yours?"

"Are you mad?" Theodore's eyes widened. "My parents getting me a muggle book? That'll be the day! No, I got it from some girl-Granger, I think. Took it from her bag; I'll give it back to her when I'm done."

"Grang-Hermione? You should just ask her for it. When you're done with the book, I'll introduce you to her, okay?" I handed the book back. (AN: Fault In Our Stars spoiler alert!) "The boy-Agustus? He dies."

Silence.

Silence.

Sile-

"Why would you tell me that?!" Theodore grabbed the book hopelessly, flipping through the pages desperately.

Oh, the wonders of spoilers.

"Hazel and Agustus also go to-"

"NO." Theodore covered his ears. "Stop!"

HHHHHPPPPPOOOO

"I will not hex my father." Theodore craned his neck to see my parchment. "You hexed Professor Snape?"

I groaned and buried my face into the parchment. "You're gonna get us kicked out of the library. Hurry up and finish that book. Where are you up to?"

I will not hex my father. I will not hex my father. I will not hex my father. I looked up and stared at Theodore, who was staring at the book, eyes flicking back and forth.

He glanced at me. "I'm up to the part where they meet the Van Houton guy. I currently hate him."

"He seems like a jerk, huh?" I agreed. Leaning back in my chair, I counted my lines. 50 more to go. Ugh. "So you don't support all that hate-on-Gryffindors-and-muggleborns thing?"

Glare. Theodore finished reading his page and closed it. "I guess not. I mean, you're the first Slytherin I've met that doesn't support it, either, and you've actually gone out of your way to show that."

"You guess so? Then why don't you 'go out of your way to show that' too?" I stole the book from him and checked the page number. "Good, you're almost done. Sheesh, you're slow."

Theodore took the book back. "Well," he talked to me like I was three- "some people actually care about what other people think. Especially if it's your parents and your house. You can't tell, okay? Really."

"Okay, okay. But why do you care?" I slammed my hands down on the table, receiving a warning glare from the librarian. I was on a thin line with her, since not long ago I had forgotten to return a book due two weeks ago.

"Now look who's going to get us kicked out." Theodore flipped the page and scanned the page. "I care because I'd rather not get killed by You-Know-Who, my parents, or punched daily by my fellow, ever-so-loyal Slytherin mates."

"Mixing up Slytherins for Hufflepuffs? Now I know you're delusional." I nodded at a bunch of giggly Hufflepuffs. The girls in the group giggled and batted their lashes at Theodore, who reddened and sunk into his book.

"Spying Pansy-Parkinson-Hufflepuffs…ready to cover for me?" Theodore muttered.

I snorted and shoved the book closer to his face, returning to my lines. "Nice try; if they get any closer, I'm ditching."

"Oh, now I know who to go to for help."

"You're welcome. Dude, I'm starving. Stop hiding that last cookie and share." I poked him and he slipped me a piece, glowering. I shoved the piece into my mouth and swallowed casually. "Mm...chocolate..."

"Um…excuse me?" A new voice squeaked. Theodore and I both turned. It was a little girl-First year?-standing there, terrified.

She kept flicking her eyes between Theodore and me, so I wasn't exactly sure who was scaring her more. "Uh-I-um-the Headmaster wants you. He said to give you this." She shoved a paper at me and ran for it.

I frowned. "That was weird." Opening the paper, there were only a few words: the password is Chocolate Frogs.

"The Headmaster wants you? What did you do?" Theodore asked in disbelief. I glared at him.

"First thing that comes to my new friend's mind: she's done something wrong, broke the law, going to get expelled, obviously nothing good." I stared at him. "Thanks a lot."

Getting up and rolling up my parchment, I gave him a little wave. "See you around, Theo."

"Bye–what? What did you just call me?" Theo frowned and I swear he muttered, "I kind of like that."

HHHHHHHHHHPPPPPPOOOOOO

I knew something was wrong the minute I said "chocolate frogs" and the gargoyle let me through.

Maybe it was the fact that Dad was in there with Dumbledore, or the fact that they all looked grim, or the fact that Dad look genuinely upset. My cheerful disposition (ooh, big words, Hermione's rubbing off on me) dropped instantly.

"Did-did I do something wrong?" I asked, frowning nervously. Dumbledore chuckled softly and shook his head, but there was no humor in his laugh.

With a small smile, Dumbledore flicked his wand and a sofa appeared. Dad took a seat stiffly, and I sat down next to him, scooting a little closer than necessary.

Turning to Dad, I asked, "what's wrong?"

"We're discussing your future. Where you will live, where you will go, who you will stay with." Dad replied. His tone was guarded, I realized. Monotone-cold, curt and to-the-point, like the beginning of the school year.

"My-my future? Where I'll-where I'll live and go? Stay with?" I couldn't help keep the hurt tone out of my voice. "You-don't want me to stay?"

Dumbledore shook his head. "It's not what it sounds like, Celia." He soothed. But I didn't want to hear that from him. I wanted to hear it from Dad.

Dad rolled up his left sleeve, and there, on his arm, was a faded tattoo.

There! Sorry it's so crappy, allergies getting to me! Stupid pollen…literally right now this very moment you're reading this I am sniffling and sneezing. UGH. Pray for me, guys, make the pollen go away!