"If your whole life turns out to be a lie, what will you do then?"
"If everything you knew turns out to be a hoax, what will you do then?"
Graciana Duerre Weasley, twin sister of Ron Weasley, is a troublemaker. Mischievous but a little introvert, bo...
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"IF WE'RE GOING TO ask Myrtle how she died," said Grace at the Gryffindor table in the great hall. "we have to be careful in order not to offend her. One wrong sentence, and she'll flow down the gutter."
"We'll be lucky to even get a chance to talk to her." said Ron.
And to their delight, the chance came in the midmorning, when they were being led to History of Magic by Gilderoy Lockhart.
"Mark my words," he said, ushering them around a corner. "The first words out of those poor Petrified people's mouths will be 'It was Hagrid.' Frankly, I'm astounded Professor McGonagall thinks all these security measures are necessary."
"I agree, sir," said Harry, making Ron drop his books in surprise.
"Yes sir," said Grace nodding her head. "And you all must be tired, with all the workload."
"Thank you, Harry and Grace," said Lockhart graciously while they waited for a long line of Hufflepuffs to pass. "I mean, we teachers have quite enough to be getting on with, without walking students to classes and standing guard all night..."
"That's right," said Ron, catching on. "Why don't you leave us here, sir, we've only got one more corridor to go —"
"You know, Weasley, I think I will," said Lockhart. "I really should go and prepare my next class —"
And he hurried off.
"Prepare his class," Ron sneered after him. "Gone to curl his hair, more like."
They let the rest of the Gryffindors draw ahead of them, then darted down a side passage and hurried off toward Moaning Myrtle's bathroom. But just as they were congratulating each other on their brilliant scheme.
"Potter! Weasley's! What are you doing?"
It was Professor McGonagall, and her mouth was the thinnest of thin lines.
"We were — we were —" Ron stammered. "We were going to — to go and see —"
"Hermione," said Harry.
Ron and Professor McGonagall both looked at him.
"We haven't seen her for ages, Professor," Grace said catching up, treading on Ron's foot, "and we thought we'd sneak into the hospital wing, you know, and tell her the Mandrakes are nearly ready and, er, not to worry —"
