Originally Posted by Presley Black

She knew. She knew that Presley's world was quickly collapsing. Presley didn't know how she knew, but this small girl knew. That was disconcerting to Presley. She didn't like to open up, to talk to people about things, and this subject was very sensitive. To the point where she wasn't even sure she was going to tell Luna, or Philip, or even her brother, Leo. How on earth could she tell Erin? She'd only met the girl moments ago.

So she shook her head. "I'm not sure what you mean. I'm just me." She smiled cheerily. Presley had always had a talent for acting. Maybe Erin read Witch Weekly as well. They had that picture...the one of Presley dashing out of her house with tears running down her face. Pres couldn't fathom how they'd gotten that picture, but it had been published, and it was undeniably Presley Black, in the snow, in a tank-top, jacket and shorts, in her sock feet, in front of the Black Mansion. There was no mistaking it, and now it was out there for the whole wizarding world to see her embarrassment. That must be how Erin knew. But Presley adopted a bright smile, and pretended nothing was wrong. Because, theoretically, Presley had the perfect life, and she intended to keep up that illusion.