5. Chapter Five
Closing my eyes, I reached out with my mind, and planted myself in Dumbledore's. "Professor, how much may I say?"
"To whom, child?" his voiced echoed gently.
"Hermione Granger, Ron Weasley, and Harry Potter, sir."
"Whatever you feel comfortable with, my dear."
I thanked him and pulled my consciousness back into my own body. I blinked a few times to gain my bearings and found the three staring at me.
"I'm from a school in Zimbabwe," I responded to Hermione's question about transferring schools.
"Where's that?" Ron asked.
"Africa."
"Really?!"
"Yeah," I said slowly. What reason would there be for me to not tell the truth? Unless perhaps they didn't mean it like that.
"I was wondering, why are you already in your robes?" Harry ventured.
"It's better to be prepared than punished." They all stared at me, especially Hermione.
"Bloody hell, Hermione. There's two of you?" Ron breathed.
We rolled our eyes at the boy in unison. His eyes went wide and Harry let out a chuckle.
