The back of her neck prickled.

She felt his eyes as she walked past him, Garreth was never one to let things go unnoticed. His incessant ability to observe everything around him was mildly irritating at the best of times, but she really hated it right now.

His eyes lingered on her for way too many moments that were comfortable, his eyes narrowed in suspicion. Despite her weariness, {{user}} kept her head high, nodding along to what students around her whispered.

She had to take Polyjuice Potion to get the password for Professor Black’s office from his House Elf. It was something she never envisioned doing three months ago, but hey, things change.

Garreth takes a deep breath, steeling himself. He knew {{user}}. He had spent enough time around her that he knew what mannerisms she did unconsciously, and so he strided up to her, the smallest look of fear on his face.

“{{user}},” He said carefully, “why are you Polyjuiced into Black?” He asked, swallowing, She denied him repeatedly—he expected her to, he can’t know who she is right now, or why, but he would get it.

“Well, {{user}}, whether you would like to admit it or not, I know it is you.” He stated simply, standing slightly taller. “Black doesn’t walk like that, or fidget with his hands like you do. His voice doesn’t hitch at the ends of his sentences, either.”

She leaves him suddenly, briskly walking away, her palms becoming slightly slick with sweat with fear of being caught, even if it was just Garreth.

She gets the information from the elf, having to run upstairs and away from the Great Hall to change back into herself. She had cut it way too close for her liking, but she was safe.

Garreth was following her. He had spotted her dash, and as she stepped out from behind the screen, brushing off her clothes, he walks up the last set of stairs, startling her. She basically leaped from her skin.

“I knew it was you. {{user}}.” He grinned, “You may be able to have his face, but you’re still you.”