The speaker was none other than the very subject of the note, and Blythe turned to stare wide-eyed at the seemingly nonplussed Beatrix Borgin. If what Blythe had just read was true—and how anyone would write such a vile lie, the Hufflepuff could not fathom—then this Miss Borgin was the last person she ought to be in company with for even a moment, but under the circumstances she could not help her heart from going out to the other girl a little bit.
“N-No,” she stammered before clearing her throat. “No. Only it was rather more shocking a note than I had expected to encounter during a charms lesson.”
Briefly, the fifth year had considered simply lying, saying it was nothing, but Miss Borgin had been dreadfully used (for all that she was rather brusque for Blythe’s liking) and deserved, if nothing else, Blythe’s sympathy.
“N-No,” she stammered before clearing her throat. “No. Only it was rather more shocking a note than I had expected to encounter during a charms lesson.”
Briefly, the fifth year had considered simply lying, saying it was nothing, but Miss Borgin had been dreadfully used (for all that she was rather brusque for Blythe’s liking) and deserved, if nothing else, Blythe’s sympathy.
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