*Alice quietly sneaks out of the castle during her free time and runs down to the forbidden forest, constantly checking to make sure no one sees her.  She arrives at the edge and begins to look around for her partner in crime.*   

*is running up the stairs to the boy's dormitory.  She runs into Frank's room, walks right over to his bed, and starts shaking his shoulders.*

Wake up, wake up, wake up.  I need your help. 

I've got a surprise for you.  So close your eyes and get ready. 
*grins*

*smiling to her owl*  You know who it's for.  

*Her letter reads:

Dear Pierre,
  This is going to sound really strange, but is there anyway you can get to Hogsmeade right now?  I'll explain everything when I see you.  
           ~Alice

*taps Frank on the shoulder during lunch, her face tight and unemotional*

Frank, we need to talk. 

 *is sitting right outside the Great Hall, dreading going in there and reading her mail for the day*

*sighs, and puts her head on her hands*

Make up your mind, Alice.

I just got a letter from my father concerning the attacks on London that happened not too long ago.  I hadn't even heard from my family since then, and I was starting to get really nervous.  My dad said that both he and my mother are safe and that they're moving to another city in northern England until all the chaos dies down.  He described how awful everything was and how the Ministry has put him out of work for a little while because they don't think he's loyal enough.  That isn't true either, my dad loves the Ministry and is probably just worried about his and my mother's safety.  Neither has heard from my brother, but they know he's not in England anymore and was not in London for the attacks.  I just feel bad because my parents have lived in that apartment since they got married many years ago, and now they have to move for their own safety.  I wish I could help them with the moving, but I'm stuck here in school swamped by homework.

Eureka will be buried today at four o' clock on the outskirts of the Forbidden Forest. I already spoke to Dumbledore about it and he's even agreed to come by if he can. A few of the other teachers said they might come too. I never knew a cat nobody liked would draw so many people. If anyone wants to talk about the few memories they have of Eureka, that might be nice. Meanwhile, I have to write a Howler to my brother. My parents got him to admit that he had been trying out a new potion on the cat. (DOES HE NOT KNOW THE PHRASE 'ANIMAL CRUELTY?') Hopefully, I'll see some of you at the funeral.