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∞ Time jump : 4 days later ∞

I woke up. In my room. How did I even get in here? I looked at my hands and saw some burn marks on my palm. What happened? I closed my eyes and tried to remember a thing. The last thing I remember is standing outside with Dumbledore, Snape and Hagrid. I started to panic, it must have something to do with the potion. I stood up quickly and took a look on my watch. Everyone is is class now. I put on my pants and a shirt, did my hair in a ponytail and ran to Dumbledore his office. "Professor Dumbledore. Professor Dumbledore." I yelled. Professor Dumbledore looked up from his papers. "Ah, miss Mosswish. See you're awake. How do you feel?" - "Confused. What happened?" - Dumbledore explained that I did transform and that the potion wasn't strong enough. He told me that Snape was working on a new one." - "For how long did I sleep?" - "Four days." he answered. "So it's safe now for me?" - "Yes miss Mosswish." - "Did I hurt someone?" - "No." - "What do I need to say to the other students?" - "That's up to you miss Mosswish." he said. I sighed. "I suggest you go to your classes. Mrs. McGonagall is waiting for you." I ran to my room and put my uniform on. I must say I never wore it properly. My shirt sat in my skirt and I don't know what happened with my tie, but no one in the whole school wore it like I did. It just hung there.


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Finally I found the classroom. I entered and I saw everyone looking at me. That's exactly what I needed. Oona and Juliette made signs that I had to sit with them. "Where have you been?" was the first thing Ron asked. I looked at my shoes. "Ron, that's very rude to ask." said Hermione. "It's none of our business", she continued. - Oona and Juliette looked at me, they knew what happened, I saw it in their eyes. Mrs. McGonagall entered the room together with Mr. Filch pushing a record player. Girls had to sit to the right side of the room and the boys to the left side of the room. So odd ! Mrs. McGonagall started with her instruction: "Today I'm gonna give you more information about the Yule ball. The Yule ball is a tradition that comes together with the Triwizard Tournament since it's inception. On Christmas eve night we and our guests gather in the great hall for a night of well mannered frivolity. We are the host school so I expect that each of you put your best foot forward, I mean this literally. Because the Yule ball is a for most a dance!" All the girls were excited. The boys started to sigh, just like I did. I hate dancing. I mean not dancing, I like to party. But I don't like to dance with someone. Mrs. McGonagall kept going on: "SILENCE! The house of Godric Gryffindor has commanded the respect of the wizarding world for nearly ten centuries. I will not have you, in one night, besmirching that name by behaving like a babbling, bumbling band of baboons!" I stopped listening and I yawned. Juliette looked a me. Suddenly Mrs. McGonagall called Ron. Oh no. "Mr. Weasley, put your hand on my waist." - "Where?" he asked. She took his hand and lay it on her waist. "Mr. Filch?" asked Mrs. McGonagall. Soon the music started to play. Ron and Mrs. McGonagall started to dance. Everybody started to laugh. Soon we all had to dance. All the girls stood up, except I. A sight slipped through my mouth, ugh I hated this. Why didn't I just stay in bed. Neville was the first boy that stood up to dance. Very brave of him. McGonagall had to drag the other boys on the floor. After a while most of the guys were dancing with a girl, except for Harry (because his arm was wrapped). Our eyes found each other, I smiled. Harry gave me a weak smile back and looked back to the dancers.

After our dance session, we left the classroom. Ron and Hermione walked a bit further, followed by Oona and Juliette who were also talking and Harry.. well he walked in front of me, alone. Not paying much attention. I walked a bit faster so I could walk beside Harry. "Madam Pomfrey has wrapped you well." - "Hmm." he said. - "Does it hurt much?" I asked. - "No." - "Have you already figured out the egg?" I asked carefully. "No." he said harsh. - "It's that why you're being nice to me?" he asked. - "No! If I would know what to do with the egg, I would tell you!" - He looked at me and shrugged his shoulders. "Really? Cause I think that you're very good at keeping things for yourself." - I couldn't say a thing and knew that it was better that I left him alone. I turned around and went to my room.


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I lay on my bed when I heard a knock at my door. "Mila?" - I opened the door and saw Hermione. "Hi." - "May I come in?" - "Sure." I sat back on my bed and watched to Hermione. "Mila. Where have you been?" she asked. I bit my lip. "Mila, we're friends. You can tell me!" - "I felt sick." I lied. "Okay, but where have you been for all those days?" - "In my room." - "You're lying. I've knocked several times and you didn't react." - "Maybe I was asleep." - "Mila, I yelled at your door. I knocked at your door, Harry had to stop me because he thought I would knock a hole in it. So it's really weird that my yelling and knocking didn't wake you.." - "I'm a hard sleeper." - "Mila, you're lying. We're worried about you!" - "You don't have to worry. Everything is fine. I'm back!" I said with a smile. Hermione sighed and left the room. "By the way.. maybe you should say sorry to Harry. He was a bit startled when you told him to mind his own business the night you suddenly left.. We're really trying to be friends with you.." And after that she left.

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