"You know, Mione. I could really need so help."
The hand that had been stroking my head so nicely froze for a mont.
"What kind?"
"I haven't figured it out yet, but I'll definitely figure it out tomorrow. By the way. How's our experint going?"
"Fruitful."
Opening my eyes, I looked up at Hermione, who smiled.
"However," she pouted with seriousness in her voice. "I think it's too early for us to be thinking about sothing like that."
"Yes, I think so myself. But in principle, can we think about it?"
"Who knows..."
"By the way. You almost had a Freudian slip of the tongue."
"What?"
I made a cocky smile.
"What did you say Amortentia slls like to you?"
"I do not know anything. Hear it for the first ti. And generally speaking," I was forcibly returned to a sitting position. "It's ti for bed, it's late, classes tomorrow, training. Gotta get so sleep."
"Okay, okay."
"Good night."
"Good night."
Upon reaching the won's wing entrance, Hermione turned around for a brief mont and looked at .
"Oh my God…"
"That's it," the twin who appeared on my right said, sitting down next to and throwing his arm over my shoulder.
"Yep," added the other, appearing on my left.
"Sailed, pretty boy, anchor dropped..."
"...no more freedom. What are you going to do?"
"What do you want?"
The twins looked at each other.
"Our flighty brother Ronnie with the hero of all England..."
"...are diligently trying to fit you under the term 'Death Eaters Son.'"
"Well, let them indulge. What does it matter to ?"
"You know, we're trying to start our own business..."
"...a joke shop..."
"...even got a na for it..."
"Weasleys' Wizard Wheezes!" the twins exclaid together.
"Let's admit."
"And to be in business..."
"...you must have connections..."
"...so we know everyone..."
"...who can pay."
"By the faces? What's your point?"
"You're foster, aren't you?" the right one asked. I nodded.
"And it looks like we know who your parents are..."
"...Starts with 'M'..."
"...Ends with an 'Oy.'"
"Even so?"
The twins looked at each other again.
"Really, brother Fred?"
"Definitely, brother George."
"He doesn't know..."
"Mate," the one on my left clapped on the shoulder. "We're not the ones who have to tell you this, but when Ronny gets to the bottom of it..."
"...And sooner or later, it will happen..."
"...he'll be right."
"So?"
"Just to let you know. He's a little hot-tempered and harsh in words. Just don't be offended."
"Can I just punch him in the face if he gets impudent?"
"He's our brother, of course, but if he gets so insolent that 'Mr. Nerd' decides to punch him in the face..."
"...it's definitely sothing serious."
"That's a deal. I'm going to bed. Don't drink too much in case McGonagall stops by."
I got up from the couch and went to my room. Stupid day. Stupid twins. Stupid... Everything is stupid.
***
The morning of the first day of the new sester began with a jog. Only this ti, I was wearing an insulated uniform - I got out of Hogwarts under a cloaking spell and ran, ran, ran. At the sa ti, I ntally called out for Kreacher. Only after running almost a mile and a half away from the castle toward the Hogsade platform did Kreacher finally hear , and with a characteristic clap, he appeared slightly to my right, imdiately shuddering in the breeze with snowflakes rising.
"Kreacher greets the Head of the Most Ancient and Noble House Black," the old house-elf imdiately oriented himself and bowed, shuddering in the cold breeze as he did so.
The note had already been written for him, and the situation was laid out quite clearly, although there was no ntion of changes in my soul.
"Read the note to Lady Walburga. Perhaps she will have so advice. I'll call you tomorrow with an answer."
Kricher took the note, bowed, and apparated back to Grimmauld while I ran to Hogwarts.
After a shower and other hygienic asures, I sat down in the common room. Hermione was one of the first to co out and looked visibly sleep-deprived. She blushed a little at the sight of but imdiately got it under control.
"Good morning."
"Morning."
With a wave of my wand, I created a silence spell around us.
"I have an idea how you can help . We need to study sothing related to the soul trap."
"Soul trap? I've never heard of such a thing."
"It's a conventional na. I just made it up myself. Need to find out information about sothing capable of enclosing a soul for a short ti."
"Why would you need such a thing? These directions are forbidden by the Ministry, and we could be put in Azkaban for such a thing - for practicing necromancy without a license and guild mbership."
"I can assure you that it is necessary for . No one is going to catch the souls of the living."
"Wha..."
"And we won't kill anyone either."
"That's not what I an. Just don't get into any trouble yourself, and I'll look for it."
After removing the spell from the area, we headed to Breakfast and then to class.
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