Slytherin
MARCH 1995—Alina would rather not date a Gryffindor, or anybody outside of Slytherin, really. However, she had to keep up appearances with Professor McGonagall. It was for that reason that she found herself in Hogsmeade with Neville.
She sighed. It was the longest half-hour of her life, and she didn't have the time to waste.
As soon as Alina returned to Hogwarts, she tried to head straight for the second-floor girls' bathroom—she had something to attend to—but she ran into Crabbe on the way. Poor idiot fancied himself in love with her; wrote sappy, misspelling-riddled love notes and everything. Bleh.
"Uh, Alina," he said. "Hogsmeade good?"
"It was fine, Mr. Crabbe," she replied curtly. It was times like this that she wished she could hex fellow Slytherins without ruining her dainty image. "Now if you would excuse me, I need to use the, um, facilities."
"Huh?"
"The bathroom, Mr. Crabbe. You stopped me on the way."
"Uh, why?"
Alina stuffed down a groan and let her compulsive-liar side take over. "Because I'm pregnant, Mr. Crabbe, and I need to throw up. I would prefer to use a toilet, as opposed to your shoes."
Crabbe looked bewildered. "Wha?"
"Move, or I will hurl on you."
Finally, he moved. Alina swept past him and rushed into the bathroom. Finally, she could get back to her project.
She might not be the Heir of Slytherin, but that didn't mean she couldn't look for the Chamber of Secrets. She knew the entrance was somewhere in the second-floor girls' bathroom—she had been watching Harry Potter very closely in his second year.
Alina kept searching the bathroom for signs of anything unusual, but she found nothing other than the old broken faucet. She wished that she had made friends with Moaning Myrtle; that wretch was bound to know something, even if she was Mudblood Ravenclaw. Wait, that broken faucet had snakes engraved on it…