Chapter 59: Bad Liar?!

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Hogwarts Express:-

"Charles!" a bushy haired witch called out to me, dragging a suitcase behind her just as I prepared to board the train. Once she was close enough, she hurriedly took out something from her pocket, a square box.

With a panicked face she held it out for me to take, "I'm so sorry- I completely forgot to ask for your address- and I couldn't mail you your gift- and-and-"

"Relax Granger, it's fine," I said, giving her a forgiving smile as I took the present.

"But-but you even went through the trouble of sending me my present," she said timidly, holding up her wrist to show an owl bracelet.

"Don't worry about it," I told her as I opened the small box and saw what was inside, a simple stainless-steel pocket watch.

Putting it in my 'top-hat' for the moment I walked behind her, "Here let me help you with your bags."

"Huh, oh no you don't really hav-'' she began trying to take her suitcase back but I pulled away.

"It's fine, now let's hurry and find a seat, you can tell me what you did for the holidays."

"…so are you really not mad."

"No, now come one before the train leaves without us."

"Okay then…" she said hesitantly as she began to board the train.

Walking behind her I began to talk, "By the way did you know that your house is only a few streets away from where I live? We could have visited each other anytime we wanted."

"What?!"

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I knocked on the compartment door twice and waited for a response.

The door slid open courtesy of a smiling Tracey who lost her grin as soon as she saw me.

I saw Daphne behind her filing her nails, I pushed my way inside, "Well hello Princess, heard you wanted to talk to me."

Taking a seat opposite her, Tracey sat next to the blonde heiress without a sound still glaring at me.

Daphne put down the file and looked down at her 'friend', "Ahem."

They had a brief staring contest before Tracey finally grumbled and stood up. She slammed the door on her way out but not before flipping me the finger.

Raising an eyebrow at the blonde she rolled her eyes, "Don't mind her, she's just mad that you didn't give her anything for Christmas."

"Hypocrite, you know she didn't get me anything either right," I shot back.

"I figured," she said uncaringly.

"So, what did you want?" I asked.

She didn't answer, opting to pull out a gold necklace with the prize from the puzzle box attached to it.

"Oh, so you figured it out huh?" I said casually despite knowing that the only way she could have gotten it was by breaking the box. The puzzle had actually been transfigured without an opening, it was more of a test of character than anything else, to see if she could think outside the box, pun intended.

"Yes, it wasn't nearly as hard as you thought," she said arrogantly, then dangled the necklace, "Now tell me, what exactly is this, and why did you say I needed it."

"Fine," I relented, "I guess I can shed a little light."

"Go on then-"

"You're a very bad liar."

She looked taken aback at the random comment, "Come again?"

"Right, sorry that came out harsher than it was supposed to. Let me try a different approach. Ahem, can you guess what was the one skill I had to learn as a child?" I asked her, leaning back in my seat.

"I don-"

I interrupted her again, my voice losing all humor, "It was learning to read people. You'd be surprised by how many people are willing to take advantage of an orphan. See, at the orphanage, it's necessary to know who you can trust because the world is many times more dangerous to us who have nothing. I've had friends who have gone to adoptive parents thinking they were finally going to get that fairy tale ending only to return a few months later even more screwed up than before." I paused dramatically as if recalling the face of a long-lost friend. Turning to her I gave her a look filled with pure determination, "But you see I'm not like them, from an early age I've been able to discern the intentions of people. It's what has let me survive until now, to not fall prey to those that wish me harm. By now you can probably tell I'm not the sweet boy I make myself to be, what I am is a survivor."

Daphne looked stunned at my confession, though oddly happy too.

Increased closeness with Daphne Greengrass!

Looking her over I gave her a smile, "Do you know what my first thought was when I saw you?"

"'She's very pretty?'" she said jokingly trying to get rid of the serious mood.

I let out a chuckle, "Haha-no. From the second I met you I could tell that we were similar, both willing to do anything and everything in order to win. Am I wrong?"

Her smile became more wolfish, "You're not."

"I'm sure that being passed over for your cousin in the family business must have just grated on your pride."

"I won't even ask how you know this," she said with narrowed eyes, her smile growing smaller.

"No doubt you've already thought of a half-baked plan to wrestle control from your cousin when the time comes. But from what I know about you, I'm almost certain that you'll never be able to deal the finishing blow. That's your flaw, you love your family too much."

"That's certainly presumptuous of you Charles, to say that you know me when we've only met a few months ago," her voice growing cold.

"Then tell me I'm wrong."

"You're wrong."

Leaning forward I gave her a wide toothy grin, "I thought I told you already, you're a bad lair."

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