Mystery

Harper Jones and the missing sorting hat...book 2
I look at Tori. She seems shocked and we both stand up. "Should we look?" Tori looks at me and smiles slightly. "Something bad always seems to happen when we go searching." I laugh. "Yea that's true." We run out of the hospital wing. We are abruptly stopped. I almost run into them. "Hey sorry about your loss..." I look up. "Ashly?" "That's me." She laughs slightly. Tori grabs my arm. "Let's go. We don't have time for this." Tori starts pulling me away. "Wait." we stop and turn around. "What." Tori says as less of a question and more of a threat. Ashly backs up a bit then clears her throat. "In a hurry?" "Very." I just stand there listening. "Listen." Tori rolls her eyes. Obviously bothered. Ashly pulls out a coin. "That's for what exactly?" I ask starting to be done with standing here. She flips the coin and catching it she says. "I flip this. Heads you stay here with me. Tails..you can leave." She shrugs smirking. "That's rubbish. We can leave if we want." Tori tries to pull me away but Ashly appears in front of us. Apparition? What is going on here? "Going somewhere?" She asks us with a face innocent smile. "You're mental." I start back up slowly. She gives me a smirk. "So shall we?" I gulp and she flips the coin. I watch as our fate is decided. It lands on her hand and "Heads!" My heart sinks. "Pity really guess it's just my lucky day. She gives my shoulder a squeeze and I can see Tori give her a dirty look out of the corner of my eye. Ashly shoots one back then looks at me and smiles. "So what should we do?" She squeals. "Oh, this is going to be so much fun! Don't you think?" I dip away from the hand she has placed on my shoulder. "You're...you're..." "I'm...I'm what?" She asks mockingly. "You're not a first-year are you?" She turns around. "Hmm figured me out huh?" I step back shocked. "How old are you?" "Hm I don't know." she turns back around. She looks sad. "Well, what's your name?" her eyes start to get glossy. "I...I don't know." "She's mental," Tori whispers in my ear. I nod slightly. "Why are you here?" Ashly looks back at me. "I don't know..." She whispers. There's a sound and we all look over. Its nothing. We all look back at each other. I'm the first to talk. "Well do you remember anything?" She justs stares at me for a moment with her bright yellow eyes. Hn yellow I've never seen that. "There was a man." how cliche. "I think I've been here for a long time..." I nod. "Ok well maybe instead of being enemies let's be friends?" She gives me a hopeful look and I smile in return. "O-ok." She nods slowly. "Well, we need to go," Tori tells us and it hits me how empty and quiet the school is.
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