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Samira Malfoy Potter 
A tiny, almost unnoticed part in Samira squirmed with guilt. She couldn't help but feel she was ruining the friendship between Nika and Emily. But, no...Samira's own words had convinced her. Emily would hurt Nika again, one way or another. Either she'll unexpectedly move, or say something hurtful, or something. But Samira knew Emily couldn't be trusted. From what Samira witnessed this past term, Nika's emotional state was fragile, and she could be hurt easily.
Samira wasn't like that though. If something happens, she just trains herself to let it roll off her like waves. In a way, they made a rose. Nika was the soft, delicate petals that were so easy to pluck and manipulate and hurt. Samira, well, Samira was the thorns of the rose. Innocently laying there, unnoticed until she pricks, protecting the petals. Yes, that's what Samira was doing. She was protecting the petals from the greedy hands that belonged to Emily Smith. Nika would thank her one day, she just knew it.
Samira held her breath as she watched Nika think it over. Her ability to con people coupled with her persuasive and acting skills meshed with the sincerity in her to make the perfect plan. She couldn't stand it if Nika got hurt again. After all, the Gryffindor didn't know what she wanted. The poor girl was obviously confused, and Samira was like a big sister there to help guide her, whether Nika knew it or not.
The Slytherin resisted the urge to cheer in triumph. Samira-1, Emily-0.
Oh, how quickly Samira could turn on her allies! Wasn't it just yesterday that Emily was teaching Samira that charm to color her bag? Well, this is why she liked being a Slytherin. She didn't have to be bothered by remorse.
Thinking this had gone on long enough, Samira silkily changed the subject. "I can't believe term is over," she commented smoothly, not a hint of guilt in her voice. "I'm excited to be a third year. One step closer, you know?"
Oh, yes. One step closer indeed.
Nika kept hearing Samira's voice circling round and round, "You don't want to get hurt..... She'll hurt you.... Forget her..." Nika was on the verge of exploding. All this thinking was just too much for her poor little head to handle. She just needed to find an impartial Ravenclaw or a Hufflepuff. Just someone who didn't have a side to choose so that she could get a break from having to think this hard. She's still technically a second year, how is she supposed to know what's best for herself. She just needs a nice long nap. Or maybe to sing. Or play football... Or sing
and play football. Just something to take her mind off of this drama that she didn't really want to be apart of, but sadly happened to be right in the center of it all.
Nika massaged the temples of her forehead as she thought of what would happen. Either way Emily was moving right? So if she did forget her there would be no harm done. The only problem is Nika has a conscious. That little conscious has a voice, a voice inside her head. The more Nika thought the dizzier she was getting. Her conscious and all of the little mini-Nikas running around in her head were going nuts! They're on code red, running around everywhere. Then poof! Nika looked at her shoulder and sure enough she could see someone there. Poof! She looked at her other shoulder and she could see someone else standing there too. She shook her head then looked back at each shoulder and sure enough the two Nika-look-a-likes were still there. One with the halo and the other with devil horns.
Oh Merlin this is going to be a long day.
'Don't let go of Emily. She was a good friend!' "But she betrayed me. She's leaving me." 'She has to. Her mom.' Nika sighed as she looked at her "angel mini-me". The other one started talking.
'Don't listen to that guy. She's just trying to make you feel guilty. Samira is right. Forget Emily.' "But she is my friend." 'Was. Was your friend.' "Can you two just go away!" Nika blinked and then they were gone. Both of them. She looked up at Samira and smiled sheepishly then back at her shoulders. Was she just imagining that all in her head.
'Oh merlin, dear merlin, don't let it be in my head. That means they won't leave.'
She heard Samira's next question and let out a sigh of relief. She'd changed the topic.
"Yeah, me neither. Actually I thought it went by so fast, but bits of it went real slow." Mostly the bits with the drama, but that was an unnecessary detail.
"I'm glad we're gonna be third years next term." They won't be on the bottom anymore! They'll be sorta in the middle? THe bottom of the middle, but they will be in the middle-ish nevertheless.