𝐌𝐢𝐚 𝐉𝐚𝐧𝐞 - 𝐒𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐮𝐬'𝐬 𝐃𝐚𝐮𝐠𝐡𝐭𝐞𝐫

𝐞𝐥𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐧

She enjoyed being alone at times not having to worry about anyone else and just think to her self.

And it just reminded Mia on what Draco said.

What did he mean with I don't know. What should I be proud of? What kind of relationship do I have with Sirius Black. Wait, Black. Why haven't I thought about it before. Exactly Black, he must be related to my mum. Wait there's only Regulus Black unless Sirius is Regulus's-

"MJ!" yelled a voice Mia right away recognized.

There were only two people who called her that. Fred and George.

"Aren't you two supposed to be in class," Mia said as she suddenly turned around.

"Yeah like if you aren't supposed to be in class too," George said.

"Had to get out a bit you know, some fresh air," Mia added.

As the twins walked beside her in the hall.

"Come in here..."

He nodded toward an empty classroom to the left of the one-eyed statue. Mia followed Fred and George inside. George closed the door quietly and then turned, beaming, to look at Mia.

"We were going to give this to you during the summer when you came to visit, but you know," George said.

Fred pulled something from inside his cloak with a flourish and laid it on one of the desks. It was a large, square, very worn piece of parchment with nothing written on it.

"What's that supposed to be, one of your new projects?"

"This, MJ, is the secret of our success," said George, patting the parchment fondly.

"It's a wrench, giving it to you," said Fred, "but we decided that it was time to pass it on."

"Anyway, we know it by heart," said George.

"We bequeath it to you. We don't really need it anymore."

"And what do I need with a bit of old parchment?" said Mia.

"A bit of old parchment!" said Fred, closing his eyes with a grimace as though Mia had mortally offended him. "Explain, George."

"Well... when we were in our first year, Mia — young, carefree, and innocent —"

Mia snorted. She doubted whether Fred and George had ever been innocent.

" — well, more innocent than we are now — we got into a spot of bother with Filch."

"We let off a Dungbomb in the corridor and it upset him for some reason —"

"So he hauled us off to his office and started threatening us with the usual —"

"— detention —"

"— disembowelment —"

"— and we couldn't help noticing a drawer in one of his filing cabinets marked Confiscated and Highly Dangerous."

"Don't tell me —" said Mia, starting to grin. "You went through it."

"You would've done the same," said Fred. "Don't make us look guilty."

"George caused a diversion by dropping another Dungbomb, I whipped the drawer open, and grabbed — this."

"It's not as bad as it sounds, you know," said George.

"We don't reckon Filch ever found out
how to work it. He probably suspected what it was, though, or he wouldn't have confiscated it."

"And you know how to work it?"