~August 18th; There's a break-in at Gringotts. Nothing is stolen, but students start wondering what's going on.

music>> flaskaboozendancingshoes// the limousines
location>> outside sam's room... once again...
activity>> screaming my lungs out


"Sam! Sam! Samantha Roberts! Open up!" I shriek. My voice has finally broken its monotone, and the one I'm using now hurts even my ears. I pound on Sam's door with both of my fists. Finally I hear movement on the other side.

"What's going on?" Sam slurs "What time is it?"

I sigh. "Sam. Open the door."

I hear her muttering, and then the door is open. Her hair looks like a small rodent's nest. It doesn't faze me much though.

"Now... what?" Sam says slowly, her eyes still glazed over with sleep.

"It's 11:30. Everyone's already up, you lazy bones. And someone broke into Gringotts." I say. My stomach is churning uncomfortably, adrenaline coursing through my veins. Sam freezes, her eyes opening slowly.

"What? What was stolen?" She sounds more panicky than even me now.

"Nothing, thankfully," I sigh.

Sam leans against the doorframe. "That's awful. I assume you've been downstairs already. What does everyone else think of this?"

"They think a Slytherin is behind it. Or an alumnus, but it's a Slytherin. They're convinced of that much." I say. She turns around and heads to her closet. I watch from the door as she rifles around for clothes.

"Well, they just might be right."

I don't ask what she means by this, and five minutes later we're heading downstairs. Sam being Head Girl, she probably feels she needs to do some damage control.

Whoop-dee-fucki.ng-doo, this is just what we need.
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