ohmigosh, i've taken too long again, im soo terribly sorry!!!

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Chapter Twenty Six

In her extensive training as a skiver, Indie was able to escape Herbology with little fuss from Professor Sprout, and no blood on her robes from her, ahem, nosebleed. She made her way swiftly toward the castle, her eye out for Tonks as she made her way through the great oak doors into the Entrance Hall. The room was surprisingly empty, but Indie didn't take much time to analyse, climbing the stairs two at a time to get to her dormitory.
It took her only a few moments to realise there were footsteps following her. They were faint, but matched her pace almost exactly. Whoever it was, they were making a point to not be noticed by Indie. A sudden left turn placed her in the girls bathroom. Taking the first cubicle, she shut the door and locked it behind her. Lowering the seat cover, she sat, crossed her legs and shut her eyes.
Her mind began to reach out into the bathroom, followed by the corridor, where her follower was standing outside the bathroom door, waiting anxiously.
Draco Malfoy.
She'd been fortunate enough to avoid the Slytherin boy for the beginning of her year, but it was inevitable that they should meet at some point. However, it was apparent to her that the fact she was being followed by Malfoy when her brother had gone to 'run errands' was no coincidence.
Still, she wasn't concerned of his intentions right about now; all she wanted was for him to be gone.
"What am I doing here?" she planted, as if he were thinking these thoughts himself.
"I should get back to class..."
That was enough to send him back the direction he came, scratching his head as he went. A quiet gasp accompanied her mind as it came back to her, but she left her eyes closed for a moment.
"Silly blonde girl sleeping in the cubicle..."
The high voice caused Indie to scream, startled, as she lost her balance and fell into the wall of the cubicle. Her antics were obviously comical, as a high pitched cackle followed the voice.
"Myrtle, what are you doing here?" Indie asked, heading out of the cubicle, "Didn't anyone ever tell you not to bother the living?"
"Didn't anyone ever tell you not to be so nasty?" she hit back, floating away, moaning, into a nearby cubicle.
Shaking her head, she walked carefully out of the bathroom, and was soon in her dormitory. Changing out of her school robes, putting her belongings into a smaller bag and placing her wand in a pocket on the inside of her jacket.
"You ready?"
"Dora!" she cried, turning to see the pink-hairedd Auror sitting on her window sill, "You scared the life out of me!"
"I doubt that," Tonks said, walking over to the 15 year old, "cos you don't look dead, so the life must still be in you."
Even in times like these, Tonks still was able to make Indie smile, and shake her head.
Smiling, the older female took Indie by the arm, and led her to the dormitory door.
"Come on," she said, the two making their way toward the fireplace in the Gryffindor common room.

"Time to go find your brother."