Fucking Christ why had she said that?!

Panic-rising in her chest, though she took pains to keep it to herself and forced her face into neutrality, Connie wondered what on earth had possessed her. Had the fog somehow permeated her brain because in all her life, tinted with the shadow of silver and green, she had never once done anything that was so bloody stupid, reckless and guaranteed to get her killed if it went wrong.

"Easy for you to say," she muttered to the Quidditch player, casting a glance around the group, half-hoping one of them would jump in and take her place, until her eyes lingered on a sweet, nervy smile. Of course: that was why. She smiled back, wary and hoping Barrett had the good sense to destroy some of her private literature, and addressed the sphinx.

"Is it a ghost?"

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MJ made me beautiful