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Presley Black 
Presley's eyes widended in horror. Of course, that's why she was asking. Because she wanted it confirmed by Presley's own words. That would be why she asked about the holidays, and seemed, through thier conversation, to have an eer-increasing knack for knowing exactly what the problem was. She was simply getting more direct with her questions, and Presley was sure her next question was going to be "what made ou run out of your manse sobbing on Christmas Eve?" Presley narrowed her eyes at the girl, and sat down on a nearby bench. "You already know, don't you?" she asked accusingly. "Do you read WitchWeekly faithfully, Erin?" That was horrible. If the whole school knew, Presley would switch. She couldn't deal witht that kind of constant negative attention. She got it enough at home, and she didn't need it here.
The talk was becoming interesting now.
The sun was high up in the sky equally making its way to her skin and her irksome urge to make Presley confide in her. She was never always like this. She always wanted to be an outcast especially in problems of other people. But this was different. She was not home and these children in Hogwarts were not home as well. They have no parents or guardians to discuss their problems and so, they were left with one another. It seemed like Presley needed someone to talk to or maybe asked for an advice. Even if Erin wasn’t really used to these kinds of stuffs, she’ll be trying her best to soothe Presley’s heartbreak.
She already knew? What was it? What was it she already knew or should know?
"No!" said Erin defensively. And the follow up question came out from Presley's mouth as soon as Erin answered.
"Witch Weekly? Well, I saw Professor Bentley reading it but I've never really touched anything like wizard newspaper," Erin explained. Just so, Presley knows she said,
"I'm a Muggle-born, you see."