Meaghan kissed Chase exactly forty-eight hours ago. Right in front of Gryffindor. They had talked over the journals exactly four hours ago. And now she was worried. Chase was her best friend, they had kissed, she had actually started to become sweet on him after the Gideon fiasco.
"Professor McGonagall." Her normally loud, angry sort of voice was small and meek. "Can I help look for Chase please?" She looked over at him. "We're very close and I'm worried about him." She was wringing her hands in front of her. She had never been more worried after what had happened to Freya. She couldn't take any more chances and lose any more friends.