Deciding to save the horror of unwrapping the cloth to reveal it as her robe, she stuffed it in her bag before returning her attention to the lesson, which she also did not get a single word of.

As it ended, after a long suffering time where she caught several of her friends and classmates casting nervous and curious glances towards her, she hoisting her schoolbag onto her shoulder feeling she could not leave the greenhouse quickly enough. Dragging Susan with her though she could feel the girl struggling lightly, she wanted to stay behind to try and get a chat with Adam but frankly right now, Amanda didn't give a toss.

Skipping afternoon tea she pulled the girl towards their dormitories, closing the door behind them and placing her bag on the bed. Turning she looked at a very confused Susan.

"Some Slytherin guy brought my robe to me right before class"

Susan looked confused, shooting several glances towards the bag on the bed.

"A Slytherin? But… how? What…?"

Amanda knew she should have told Susan the truth from the beginning and well, this gave her the perfect opportunity to do so. Clearing her throat and swallowing a few times she started telling about her meeting with Marcus Flint in the abandoned hallway to the incident earlier that morning. As she finished Susan's eyes were round and her expression disbelieving.

"You're kidding me right?"

Amanda shook her head, wishing desperately she hadn't told her but then again, it would only make it more difficult in the end. Looking up she held her breath, awaiting the verdict.

"Man, that's far out… I know Flint hates Oliver but to take it out on you?"

Amanda shrugged before grabbing the robe off her bed as she heard the bell but as she held it in her hand, about to put it on, she suddenly felt disgusted and flung it in the washing bin. Moving over to her wardrobe she pulled out a clean robe and pulled it on before grabbing her book bag and motioning for Susan to follow her, they had to hurry if they were going to make it to the Dungeons in time for class.

Jumping down several flights of stairs she only looked back a few times to make sure her friend was following, neither of them wanted to be late for Potions, it would be like asking for a bad day.

Bolting down the hallway they saw their classmates lined up in front of the classroom, and as the row of people moved Amanda and Susan sped up to make it without seeming late. Gasping for breath they entered the classroom just as the door swung closed behind them and the Potions Master stepped into the room and started explaining about the lesson of the day, writing notes on the blackboard before looking over the sea of students, all of them covering in case his wrath would fall upon them.

Pulling out her books Amanda whipped her sweaty forehead before flipping the book open to the advised page. Finding scales and ingredients she prepared herself for another horrid lesson; something she had completely forgotten was: They had Potions with the Slytherins.

Walking up the stairs long after the bell had rung Amanda looked over at Susan, the girl seemed ever so slightly like she was forcing a smile before placing a reassuring hand on her shoulder.

"Well, that went well….!"

Susan smiled, with a hint of sympathy before they reached the Entrance Hall and turned for the Great Hall to get some dinner. Suddenly out of nowhere Oliver was standing in front of her, cheeks flushed and a wild look in his eyes. Amanda held her breath before noticing Susan out of the corner of her eyes, doing a kind of a quick-step before muttering something about privacy and wanting to get some food while it was warm. There was a guilty look on the girl's face as she turned and almost ran for the Great doors, a look which did not help Amanda one bit so turning she tried to stay calm and create a blank expression on her face.

"Yes brother dear?"

The silence was deafening, she kind of wanted him to do something to get the rage out which was obviously pulsating inside him. Why he was crossed? She could only guess but she prayed that it had nothing to do with the Marcus-thing. No, he just kept starring at her and she felt herself shrinking though she was doing her best to keep her cool. Shooting a desperate glance towards the Great Hall she was snapped back to reality when her brother hissed.

"Who's Marcus?"

Looking up at him she felt all colour drain from her face but a small hope emerged in the depths of her brain; he didn't know!

Biting her lip for a second or so she cleared her throat.

"Marcus?"

-Yes, that's the thing, play dumb-

"Yes, Marcus!"

He spat at her

"Someone who came in the possession of your robe?"

Narrowing her eyes she pursed her lips as he continued

"You're forgetting that one of my Chasers have Herboligy with you!"

-Fuck!-

"And that some Slytherin boy brought you your robe with a regards from a Marcus!"

-Crap!-

"Has this something to do with what happened last night?"

Not being able to answer Amanda just held her breath as Oliver turned in rage.

"I swear, when I find out who he is I'll kill him!"

-Oh but brother dear, you already want to kill him!-

Watching him storm off she felt rather lucky, it could have gone much worse though at the moment all she wanted to do was kill Angelina off. Such a f-ing little s….!

Deciding that she was anything but hungry she clenched her fists and walked with heavy strides towards the staircase. Honestly, could this day get any worse?

Sitting down in the Great Hall Oliver was fuming, what was she up to? If she was getting herself into trouble he would…. He would…. What would he do? Clenching a fork in his hand he just kept starring at the food on his plate without noticing the people around him. As Angelina sat down across the table from him he looked at her, looking for an answer but she merely shrugged her shoulders before starting dinner herself.

Across the hall a pair of black eyes watched him for the shortest time before a smirk curled the lips and a trollish smile sent an approving gesture to the boy sitting next to him.

"Good job!"