________________*Chapter*7*__________________ At 2:55 PM, I walk to the library, note in hand. People were already hitting on me? That's odd. Usually it takes at least a couple of weeks. Anyways, I finally reach the library, and push the door open. There, I see the guy who asked me to come to the library, flirting with Hermione! Eh. I walk out, as if everything were normal. It's been a few hours, and I've just been researching, trying to find a way past the Age Line. It's no use though. Dumbledore is to strong, especially with the Elder Wand. Oh well. This will NOT get me mad. Right? Right. I'm really bored. My friends are "busy", those Beauxbaton girls make me want to BARF, and Harry probably busy saving the world or something. AGAIN. Then suddenly, Fred and George enter the room, holding age potions. This is going to be good. A fellow Slytherin plops down next to me. "Hi, I'm Esther," the girl known as Esther says. "Esther Lestrange." Harley," I don't tell her my last name, because, well, I'm known as a Potter but actually a Riddle(unfortunately). It's a bit confusing, I know. But what's life without a little confusion? I look back at Fred and George, and they're wrestling on the ground as...old men? HA! Funniest thing I've seen all day. Me and Esther stifle laughter as they shout at each other and roll on the ground. It's been a couple of hours, and I'm in the Slytherin common room, scanning through the DADA textbook for Professor Moody's class. It's a very educational class teaching us about stuff like the Unforgivable Curses. But I have an eerie feeling about Alastor Moody... Credits To.... @Esther-Lestrange J.K Rowling
Sorry I haven't posted in a while! I've been EXTREMELY busy, and I had no time to write. Now, I have more time, so chapters will be coming out more frequently.
