"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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AS GRACE AND HARRY WERE starving, and they had their first detention with Umbridge at five o'clock, they headed straight for dinner without dropping off their bag in Gryffindor Tower so that they could bolt something down before facing whatever she had in store for them. They had barely reached the entrance of the Great Hall, however, when a loud and angry voice said, "Oy, Potter! Weasley!"
"What now?" Harry muttered wearily, turning to face Angelina Johnson, who looked as though she was in a towering temper.
"I'll tell you what now," she said, marching straight up to him and poking him hard in the chest with her finger. "How come you two have landed yourself in detention for five o'clock on Friday?"
"What?" said Harry. "Why . . . "
"Oh yeah, Keeper tryouts!" said Grace.
"Now you remembers!" snarled Angelina. "Didn't I tell you I wanted to do a tryout with the whole team, and find someone who fitted in with everyone? Didn't I tell you I'd booked the Quidditch pitch specially? And now you two have decided you're not going to be there!"
"We didn't decide not to be there!" said Grace, stung by the injustice of these words.
"We got detention from that Umbridge woman," said Harry. "just because we told her the truth about You-Know-Who —"
"Well, you two can just go straight to her and ask her to let you off on Friday," said Angelina fiercely, "and I don't care how you do it, tell her You-Know-Who's a figment of your imagination if you like, just make sure you're there!"
She stormed away.
"You know what?" Grace said to Harry, Ron and Hermione as they entered the Great Hall. "I think we'd better check with Puddlemere United whether Oliver Wood's been killed during a training session, because she seems to be channeling his spirit."
"What d'you reckon are the odds of Umbridge letting you two off on Friday?" said Ron skeptically, as they sat down at the Gryffindor table.
"Less than zero," said Harry glumly, tipping lamb chops onto his plate and starting to eat. "Better try, though, hadn't I? I'll offer to do two more detentions or something, I dunno. . . ."
"I hope she doesn't keep us too long this evening." said Grace. "You realize we've got to write three essays, practice Vanishing Spells for McGonagall, work out a countercharm for Flitwick, finish the bowtruckle drawing, and start that stupid dream diary for Trelawney?"
