Magical Twins
Chapter 9 Thwart
Alice and Blaise ran down the hall. They had seen Ms. Norris, Filch's cat. Now they had to run for their lives because the cat was chasing them.
'Beautiful story, Ms. Malfoy but I think we all know that when Ms. Norris sees you, Filch is there in one second.'
McGonagall stood in front of them and looked angry.
'No, we can um, run very fast!' Blaise stuttered.
McGonagall raised an eyebrow. "You know you're not allowed to run in the hallway, right?"
"Ahh, shit!" Blaise cursed.
"You are going to write 'I am not allowed to walk in the hallway' and 'I am not allowed to lie' a hundred times."
'But-'
'No, Malfoy. No buts. And now to work.
Alice and Blaise looked at each other, struggling to contain their laughter. They walked quickly to their seats.
"Hey Alice," came a voice from behind her.
She turned around. "Draco?"
"Why did that hat sort you into Gryffindor, huh?" Did you ask that? I will tell this to father!'
Alice was shocked. 'No! Please Draco? You know what he'll do!'
"Well, you shouldn't have chosen Gryffindor," Draco grinned evilly.
'Malfoy! Look ahead!'
Alice turned around again, tears in her eyes. The rest of the day passed in a blur. Everything seemed so slow, so painfully slow. She had no idea what homework they had and she didn't care. All she could think about was her parents. About what they would do. Alice had a cat named Ginger who was twelve years old. She had him all her life. Her parents had threatened that if she didn't get into Slytherin, they would kill Ginger.
So she had to keep an eye on Draco, make sure he couldn't send a letter, but how?
She didn't know. She didn't know anything, now that she thought about it.
'Who am I?' she asked herself. "Someone who loves her cat dearly," said a little voice in her head.
And so she made a decision.
The next day, Alice woke up early (again).
'Perfect timing,' Alice thought, swinging her legs out of bed. She quickly got dressed and ran downstairs. She had to come up with a plan. How would she make sure Draco didn't send a letter to her parents? Keep an eye on him all day? No, way too much work. And besides, they had different class schedules.
'I could ask Blaise,' she told herself.
No, Draco would have to find a way to send that letter anyway. Pour all the ink in Slytherin? No, that would never work unnoticed.
She sighed. What was she going to do?
And then she had an idea... It wasn't really her style, but it would have to do. For Ginger.
