Title Chapter 2: Hogsmeade Weekend
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Part 2:
Hogsmeade Weekend
On Friday morning Yerry was still peacefully asleep, a vivid dream busying her resting mind when the bright morning sun tickled her nose softly. The girl turned in her bed and cuddled a little deeper into the sheets. Suddenly she noticed through her still closed eyelids the change from light to dark and lazily she opened one eye.
With a loud shriek she found a hairy monster only a mere centimetre apart staring at her intensely.
"Cousin Itt?" Yerry asked dizzily.
"We're late, wake up," the hair-mess nearly screamed.
"I am awake," Yerry growled and pushed Thelma's head away.
In an amazingly short minute Yerry was dressed and ready to head for the Great Hall to grab some breakfast. She turned to her nightstand and took her wand to store it in her pocket. As she grabbed for her journal and pencil she paused. The small book lay open and the pencil really needed to be sharpened. She took it and smelled at the pencil's tip, wrinkling her nose at the slight, burnt stench.
"Will you hurry!" Thelma interrupted Yerry's musings as she reached for her upper arm and pulled her out of the girls' sleeping chamber.
Kenny was already neatly seated at the Gryffindors' table in the Great Hall when the girls stormed in.
He just wanted to guide a fork with too much food on it – of which everybody wondered how he did it – to his mouth when he felt a rough pull on his shoulder. The fork went flying through the air and all Kenny could see before he got dragged out of the room was Yerry picking up several baps and taking an enormous gulp from a large can.
"Really, what's one more minute? I'm starving," Kenny complained while Yerry handed him and Thelma baps.
"I wonder how you can be so skinny. I can't recall a single occasion when you weren't hungry," Yerry mumbled, stuffing a bap into her mouth greedily.
"You say it - hungry... Maybe I would gain some weight if you weren't either stealing my food or dragging me away from it," Kenny replied, giving both the girls an accusing glare, but biting into the offered food nonetheless.
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When they eventually heard the bell ring after their last class of this day – in the first, which was transfiguration Kenny had failed miserably; of course – the three stormed out on the grounds; like almost every other day.
"Hogsmeade weekend," Yerry cheered in a sing-sang voice as she hopped through the green grass.
"Have you got your permissions to go? My Mom didn't sign it yet. I sent Zoomer, but he's not back yet," Kenny murmured, roaming through his backpack, searching for something to eat.
Zoomer was Kenny's owl – not a very good one, though; the last time he had sent him, he had crashed into the wall of his room – not into a closed window – what would have been comprehensible; but into the massive brick wall.
"Don't worry. I'm sure he'll bring you the permission in time," Thelma said with an assuring smile on her lips. As she turned to Yerry, however, she made a face and mouthed the words, 'He's so out of it'
Yerry waggled her head, smirking and took her journal out of her bag.
The friends spent almost three hours sitting in their favourite spot. In this time Yerry wrote more than any other day – although she wasn't quite sure when she'd written that last chapter...
When the skies began to darken with grey clouds and a single raindrop fell directly on Yerry's head she looked up and narrowed her eyes. "I think we should go inside"
"Yeah, it's already time for dinner anyway," Kenny agreed and the three gathered their belongings.
"Thelma, that's a stick – go, see a barber." Yerry shook her head desperately.
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This night went by just like the night before.
The pencil ordered Yerdua's wand to give off light and scribbled till it was smoking.
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Saturday morning Yerry was up even before the sun had completely risen. – And if she hadn't been still a little drowsily she would have seen the pencil jumping on her wand and then lying down beside it as if nothing ever happened.
"Thelma, get up," Yerry ordered happily and pulled on her friend's forearm.
"Mmph... nah... hmph-aaah!" Thelma was suddenly wide awake as she got pulled out of her comfortable bed and hit the floor painfully.
"Let's get going," Yerry said, still a large smile plastered on her face. She held up Thelma's pants and sweatshirt. The grumpy girl grabbed the clothing and dressed herself, murmuring something incomprehensible under her breath. Yerry betted it was something nasty.
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As the students were gathered at the entry of Hogwarts they all wanted to be the first to hand Filch their permission-notes. Only Yerry and Thelma stayed back and scanned the area impatiently.
"I told you he wouldn't come," Thelma said, pointing a finger in some random direction, hoping for the best.
"Who knows, maybe that kinky owl made it. – Thelma, he does not live in the Whomping Willow." Yerry adjusted Thelma's outstretched hand so it pointed into the right direction.
"Anyway, I want to get going. Filch won't let us pass if we're too late," Thelma replied running a hand through her hair and getting stuck.
Suddenly Kenny appeared in front of them, panting. "Hey, sorry I'm late. Zoomer just came back a minute ago" He smiled at the girls and held up a scrambled piece of paper.
"Good, shall we?" Yerry asked and placed her palms on her friends' backs to guide them to the entry.
"Permissions," Argus Filch barked at them and Yerry and Kenny held up their notes. Only Thelma was still busy, freeing her fingers from her carnivorous hairdo. Yerry reached into Thelma's pocket, pulled out her permission and handed it to Filch.
Grunting the aging man allowed them to pass.
"Three Broomsticks?" Yerry asked.
"Where?"
The girls turned to Kenny disbelievingly, who looked back at them questioningly. "Oh, the pub. Sure, yeah, of course."
Shaking her head Thelma leant over to Yerry and murmured, "There were times when I used to worry..."
"The good ole times," Yerry sighed shrugging and both paced after the oblivious boy.
As they entered the Three Broomsticks they found it filled with people to no extend. It was a miracle when they actually snatched a lounge. Kenny blushed immediately as his gaze got caught by the pleasing sight of Madam Rosmerta.
"Mada- Excuse m-" Kenny tried to call her to their table, but she was too busy with a bunch of drunken wizards. With a wave of her hand Madam Rosmerta ordered her new trainee, who was currently singing – horribly, but at the top of her lungs – that she's got a mustang, to take care of the students.
The shaggy blonde emerged the crowd and came to Kenny's side. She pulled a pencil from behind her ear and a writing pad from her apron.
Kenny eyed her, not very pleased. Her name tag read 'Allebasi Regit' and she was in no way a comparison to Madam Rosmerta.
When Kenny didn't order she turned to face the girls, throwing them a questioning gaze. Suddenly her face lit up a bit. "Rafsa, right? How are you? How's your leg doing?"
Yerry smiled back and nodded her head as she said, "Better. Could we get three butter beers?"
"Sure; this one's on the house," the waitress said. As she noticed Madam Rosmerta glaring at her she quickly corrected herself, "Err... on me, I meant to say." And with that she turned to get their order – and tripped over a drunken witch, lying on the ground. "I'm okay," she declared loudly. She looked around. Everybody was staring at her. Putting on a calm facade she said to herself, aloud, "Nobody saw it, I'm still the coolest." She pointed at the nearest bewildered person, winked and clicked her tongue before she vanished somewhere in the crowd.
"Wicked... who was that?" Thelma frowned – or at least Yerry supposed she was frowning under her hairy curtain.
"The sister of some Slytherin from our year. I met her when I was waiting for the Hogwarts Express last year – she didn't see me and hit my leg with her brother's suitcase. No big deal – but it was pretty painful...," Yerry explained, absently rubbing a small scar on her left shin.
"Anyway, here is my to-do-list for today. I'd like to check it with you so we can –" Thelma's plans for the day slipped Yerry's attention as she pulled her journal from her bag and placed it on the table before her. Carefully opening it she was surprised to find there was only one empty page left.
"I should pay more attention," she mumbled to herself and read over the last few lines. They seemed very unfamiliar. "I must have written that yesterday" She shrugged and searched her bag for her pencil when suddenly her eyes caught sight of a certain Gryffindor boy entering the pub.
Cormac McLaggen strode easily through the filled room until he and his dumbfounded female companion reached an empty table. And of course this table was just next to the one Yerry and her friends were sitting at.
"Oh, look who's joining the fun; McAlmighty." Thelma chuckled and poked Yerry in the side. Yerry nodded and grinned, too; nervously stealing a glimpse at the boy.
"Yeah, McAl- huh?"
As Yerry looked over at McLaggen once again she found him staring back at her and winking. She blushed and removed her attention from him immediately.
"Fool," she murmured before she turned back to her work.
Yerry leant over her journal and silently she read the last paragraph again,
'The knight Mighty attacked the dragon Does-Not-Much and overpowered it with one swift motion.
The Dragon Does-Not-Much was defeated and the villagers were freed; all thanks to their hero, the knight Mighty. He put his sword away and knelt down on the dead body of the dragon. From the high tower the Princess Helplesley waved with a tissue and sighed deeply.
"Oh, princess Helplesley, will you give me your hand in marriage?"
The princess sighed even louder and cried happily, "Knight Mighty, I would love to"
And they lived happily ever after.'
Yerry frowned. She shook her head and muttered, "Crap"
"Huh?" Kenny looked up from his butter beer.
"Nothing... nothing at all," Yerry answered and smiled.
Grunting reluctantly she scribbled under the paragraph,
'The End'
And as her hands reached for the journal to put it close, all of a sudden everything went still.
Yerry herself felt like she was moving in slow motion, but the celebrating people around her were entirely frozen.
"What's going on?" She turned her gaze back to the journal; just in time to see it glow in a bright, white light, swiftly consuming everything within reach.
