"We hangout all the time"

"Friends," I said, "More like best friends! We hangout all the time." I saw the eyes of all three of them widen. I playfully punched Hermione on the shoulder as Padma began to think how it was possible for Hermione and I to be friends without her knowing. Michael looked stunned.

"Really," said Padma? "Why haven't you ever told me that?" Hermione began to awkwardly laugh, not understanding how to react.

"Well," said Hermione as she gathered her thoughts, "you know we both take our studies seriously, and we definitely do have the occasional study session." Again she laughed as her hand left my shoulder.

"Oh," said Padma, "that makes sense. Idius is always talking about being number one in the year." I was the third best student in our year, which was...frustrating to say the least. Hermione's face showed me that she had no idea that I was even a good student.

"Nonsense," I said, "most of the time we hangout Hermione is talking about unsynchronised swimming. She loves it!"

"Unsynchronised swimming," said Michael, "what the hell is that?" Hermione not so playfully punched my shoulder.

"Oh that," said Hermione, "it's just swimming but, ya know, unsynchronised." The laughter died away as I pulled out a small pouch from my pocket.

"Now that I have the whole gang together," I said, "I do have to show you all something." I raised the pouch in their faces.

"A pouch," said Michael?

"Sharp as ever," I said, "but this pouch contains the same contents of Professor Moody's flask." I saw all their eyes jump to me. They didn't seem to understand.

"You have some of his ****," said Padma? It wasn't ****, probably. I mean, if it was it made it a lot more difficult to figure out who professor Moody really was. Even if it was ****, it would at least get me a step closer to figuring out this mystery that only I knew of.

I placed the pouch to my nose, and Inhaled. It was pungent, but not ****. I moved the pouch and allowed each of them to take a whiff. Slowly they all did.

"That's not ****," said Michael.

"Sharp as ever," I said. I could see Hermione thinking for a moment. Before her eyes lit up.

"That is a familiar smell," said Hermione, "but I can't quite remember what it is."

"I guess it would be a good time to tell you guys then," I said, "That the reason I stole this sample from Professor Moody, is because he isn't actually Professor Moody." They all looked at me like I was crazy. But I had earned their attention for now. And I was surely hoping my glasses were right, because this would be my first real impression on Hermione.