Text Cut: Ari
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Lady of the Lake 
Gwen's mother's name being mentioned on the first page represented proof in Ari's eyes that this diary was genuine. At one point, she had briefly considered the possibility of it being fake. 'There's no way this is a joke, right?' she still needed to know what her best friend thought. 'I mean, who would go to so much trouble to use a code for something that's not true?' Simple logic.
Ariadne couldn't really understand why Gwen was so against the idea of talking to a Professor. 'I don't think it's that odd. They're here to help us, no?' Or at least that was the idea she got. But Gwen's idea deserved some credit too. 'Hmm...a student? We'd have to be good friends for me to entrust them with this big a secret.' And she didn't really have many close Muggleborn friends. Except for...'Jory.' Nah. It wouldn't work. 'But I can't talk to him about this now. How would this conversation go? Hello, I love you, I'm gonna kiss you now, by the way, can you help me track down a Muggle?' Ridiculous. Out of the question.
Gwendolyn only looked back at her best friend as she heard the Gryffindor ask something.
A joke? ‘Impossible’, she answered honestly. Yes, well, of course no one would go through so much trouble if it were nothing. And besides, what were the odds that Ava Marchbanks would have seen this coming? This, with her daughter searching for any clues around the house.
‘Right’, she mumbled, realizing how silly her suggestion was. Though she didn’t think about Jory at first, unlike her bestie. Even though Gwen expected the Gryffindor to start talking about him, and most likely make her feel all sick again, the next thing Ariadne said surprised her. Gwen just burst into laughter.
‘So I guess the only way is to ask the Muggle Studies Professor...’, the girl mused, deciding to wait a moment before offering herself to help Ari. She worked on the code until now, better get through with this. The whole plan. She had to help her bestie find her father. She just had to.
‘I’ll come with you-‘, she started saying, but then another thought crossed her mind.
‘-I mean... if you don’t want to go alone, of course’ Whatever worked for Ari. Waiting for a reply from her bestie, Gwendolyn folded back the piece of parchment.