Hi Greenies! Here's your chapter for today!
Nico
I want to fall asleep but I can't. There's no telling what the wizards will do if they see us both asleep here. Wizards. I laughed at Chiron when he told us we had to protect a wizard. I was always under the impression that wizards could do all sorts of cool magic without even blinking an eye. Guess that would be too easy.
I can hear voices now. They're faint, but getting closer. Soon, the rest of the Gryffindor house will be climbing through the hole behind the portrait. I try to think of a valid excuse as to why we didn't like the food, but it's too late.
"Hey, where were you, mate?" Asks Harry, as Ron and Hermione skirt around him to get to the dormitories. Ron gives me a look, like he is mad about the wasted food.
"Ugh. Long story." I tell him.
Harry plops down on the couch next to me, and I automatically scoot closer to Newt, whose head has fallen backwards onto the couch.
"I've got time. What was wrong with the food?"
"Um, well in our… religion, we have to, um, burn some of our food before we eat it, or else it tastes awful." At this my stomach growls. Harry looks at me curiously.
"You're in luck. I saved some food in my pocket, and there's a fire right there." He says, nodding to the fireplace and pulling out a croissant-looking dessert from his pocket. I stare at it greedily, then turn and wake up Newt.
"Wha- whas goin on? Is it morning yet" She asks tiredly, rubbing her eyes and sitting up. She looks from me, to Harry and the dessert in his hand, then to the fire and back to me.
"Can I have some of that?" She asks Harry. He nods and hands it to her. Newt rips it in half and gives me a piece. My stomach growls again at the sight of it. Newt walks over to the fireplace, with me behind her.
"Father," she whispers, almost silently, and throws half of her half into the fire. I do the same, taking my time. We eat the desserts in silence.
"Thanks, Harry. We owe you one." I say, sitting back down. Newt nods and pats Harry absently on the cheek.
"Which way did Hermione go?" She asks, referring to the dormitories.
"Up the right staircase." Harry tells her, and she stumbles off, rubbing her eyes.
Harry turns to me, and the suspicion in his eyes is clear.
"Are you a Death-Eater?" he asks. I choke on my spit at his ridiculous question.
"Of course not, Harry!" I say, then laugh my way up the left staircase to the dorm. I can feel Harry's eyes on my back, along with his life-form. But his life-form, or soul, feels… weird. Not normal.
"Oh well." I say out loud to myself, "We'll figure it out tomorrow."
When I reach the dorm, I can tell all the other boys are asleep, except one. It's Ron.
He looks up sleepily, rubbing his eyes. "Harry, that you?"
"No, it's me, Nico. Where can I sleep?" I respond. He scowls at me, then points to the four-poster bed on his right.
"Oh, okay thanks." I say, making my way over to the bed. I notice my bag has been deposited by the side. Taking out my pajamas and toothbrush, I make my way to the bathroom to change.
In the middle of brushing my teeth I realize what I forgot. Drachmas.
I curse, toothpaste flying everywhere. Now, I can only hope Newt brought some so we can contact camp. If she didn't, we'll have to wait for Camp to contact us. When I finish in the bathroom, I return to my bed, and fall asleep, dreading the next day.
Harry wakes me up to bright sunlight that my dark eyes can't get used to.
"You've got to get up if you want to make breakfast." He warns, then follows a scowling Ron out of the room.
"Urgh," I moan, and roll off the side of the bed. I stumble to my feet and rub my eyes tiredly.
No dreams, I think, that's odd
When I finally make it down to the Great Hall, I see most everyone has finished already, and they are looking at their schedules and groaning, eating thoug. Newt is waiting for me to eat, though, and I sit by her.
"Hi," I say, still angry at myself for forgetting drachmas.
"Hey," she says softly, which is not like her at all.i
"What's up?" I frown, as my stomach growls.
"Just a bad dream," she takes a shaky breath, "Can we eat now?"
"Sure," I say, confused. She spears a fluffy pancake with her fork and hands it to me to burn for her. I quickly take a few pieces of sausage and bacon to burn for my father, and then duck under the long wooden table. Focusing, I conjure up a bit of hellfire, and burn the food;
"To my father, and from Newt, Poseidon." I say, then close my fist just as it starts to smell.
"Does anyone else smell that?" I hear someone ask. Grimacing, I come out from under the table and quickly begin eating.
"Smell what?" Newt responds, shoving a crispy piece of bacon into her mouth.
"Nevermind…" the boy gets up, and throws a comment over his shoulder: "You better get to class; the teacher's don't appreciate latecomers."
We just sigh and continue eating.
