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nicole black 
"Oh good, I vasn't very keen on going to the 'ospital wing," Justine teased, letting the little white kitten bat at her ear with an admiral amount of enthusiasm. Thank goodness the kitten's claws weren't quite fully developed or Justine's neck would be full of fresh cuts instead of kitten fur.
Relief slipped through Justine as Louis, seeming to believe her deception, asked her a question about a Professeur De La Fontaine, and even have her a description to go on. This was eaaaaasy, why had she been worried? Justine was an impeccable liar, had always been and considering how trusting Louis was, she highly doubted he would ever discover her secret. "Professeur De La Fontaine?" Justine said, her eyes glazing over as if she were remembering something. "Oui, 'e vas eccentric, did you say? zat is zee vay I vould 'ave put it," Justine said, with an affected giggle.
In Justine's arrogance, she did not even consider the idea that Louis was purposely baiting her. "Vell, I vouldn't vant to bore you vith more of zee same," Justine said, blissfully unaware of Louis' growing suspicion.
Louis absentmindedly watched Luna playing along on Justine’s slender neck, though his attention was really on the words coming from the girl with the funny French accent. The more attention he paid to it, the stranger it sounded. Not at all like his mother’s or his aunts’. Hmmm.
BINGO.
Justine had fallen flat as a pancake for his trap, and as it dawned on him that she was actually
lying to him, the boy’s blue eyes widened. All this time! All this talk of Bauxbatons… of Paris… a
lie! Well, perhaps she was still from Paris, she just went to a different school…. But no, that accent was
not Parisian. It wasn’t even French. At least, not from France.
The boy bit at his bottom lip, debating what to do now. It’s not exactly like he felt very triumphant in tricking her; actually, he’d kind of hoped his trick would fail. At the end of the day, Louis was too nice to call her out bluntly. But at the same time, he was a little confused. Why had she found it necessary to lie? Who
really was she?
“Justine…” he began suddenly, his voice a little wary. “Paloma didn’t actually tell me about De La Fontaine…” he started slowly. “I made him up.”