Bordering on Insanity
I haven't updated for a bit, but I have writer's block. Anyways, I hope you're all enjoying my story so far. It's annoying to write like Hagrid, so from now on, he will speak normally.
Disclaimer: I'm siriusly tired of writing this. I don't own Harry Potter, and J.K. Rowling does.
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"Speech"
"Spells"
"Get up!"
Andromeda sighed, and turned around. "What time is it?"
"It's 6:00 in the morning, and today's Hogsmeade." Arelia responded.
Meda jumped up. "Hogsmeade!" She beamed and danced around the room happily.
Arelia rolled her eyes, and asked her friends "What do you think?"
She did look nice, not that Meda would ever admit it, but she was pretty in her blue robes.
"Can't wait to go!" Meda sang as she pulled on her robes.
"Actually, I'm not sure you can go." Ophelia, a shy girl in her year spoke up.
"Why not?"
"You look sick."
"It's just a cold. Madame Petreller can fix it up with a Pepper-Up Potion."
"She doesn't have anymore."
"O.K. then. Prof. Sluggie will definitely have some."
"He doesn't either." Arelia said.
"Why is everyone running out of Pepper-Up Potion?!"
"Because it's November, and it's cold!"
"…I hate November."
Arelia moved briskly. "Well, you can't go to Hogsmeade like this. You'll get even sicker! You could get pneumonia, or bronchitis!"
"Stop being my mother!" Meda glared at her.
Arelia looked hurt. "I was only trying to help," she sniffed, and walked away haughtily.
"Well, don't." Meda ran to the door, and disappeared into the common room.
"Please?" Meda begged Madame Petreller, with her friends close by.
"No, and that's final." Madam Petreller responded. "You might get even more sick, and I don't have time to prepare a Pepper-Up Potion. Kids these days." She moved off to the next patient, a first year with a Jelly-Legs Jinx.
Myrtle looked sympathetic. "Well, that's bad luck."
Leander looked vaguely concerned. "Very bad luck, don't you think? Why don't you take a Pepper-Up Potion?"
Hagrid sighed. "Because they are all out of them, Leander."
Meda sniffed. "You shouldn't be waiting. It's Hogsmeade. So what? I can always go on the next one!"
'But you won't get to show Myrtle and Hagrid around.' A voice in the back of her head nagged her. 'After all, it's only a cold.'
'But Madame Petreller.' Meda argued back. 'She'll keep me in here.'
'Then sneak out.' It responded.
"Meda?" Hagrid spoke, as they all stared at her.
She shook her head. "Go without me. I'll be fine!"
Myrtle said slowly, "If that's what you want…"
"Yes! Now, get out!"
As they left the room, Meda seethed with anger. Why did they leave her? She poured out her woes to Madame Petreller, who looked as sympathetic as she could get.
As she flopped down dramatically, the voice returned.
"Go! Now!" it hissed.
Meda sneered. "Shut up!"
The voice became irritated. "This is for your own fun! I'm trying to help you!"
Meda grumbled. "There's no Pepper-Up Potion, and I'm not going to make my own."
The voice began to speak, but Meda shushed it. "Instead, I'll bundle up, and run out."
"Uh…Meda?" As she turned around, and Bilius Weasley standing there bashfully, she grinned.
"Billy! Perfect! You can help me get out of here!"
"Sorry, Meda."
"What! Nooooooooooo!"
"I really am sorry." And Meda couldn't stay mad as she looked at Bilius.
"Fine. But you'll name your first born child after me."
Bilius laughed. "We'll bring you back something from Hogsmeade."
Meda sighed. "I guess I'll hang out with Ar-" She abruptly stopped, cursing herself for that.
"-Nie. Arnie." She said awkwardly.
"O.K. then. Bye!" Bilius left in a hurry, and Meda sighed.
"Oh Squiddy! Oh Squiddy, Squiddy, Squiddy!" All who passed bye shook their heads as Meda serenated the Giant Squid from the Hospital Wing's window.
"What should I do? It's not like his cold is going to get worse!" Meda paused to add the pile of tissues in the garbage.
"I'll sneak out Squiddy! I will!"
Meda began to plan what she would do. She could take the passage to Honeydukes cellar, but that was risky. She could cast a Disillusionment charm on herself, and shivered. Then, she ran. Dodging the first and second-years, she ran to the one-eyed witch.
"What's the password for this?" she grumbled.
"Open Sesame!"
"Open Barley!"
"Dectirium!"
"Wasabi!"
Students passing by looked strangely at the statue, but they assumed Peeves was playing one of his pranks again, and sped by.
Finally, after what seemed like hours (was actually 3 minutes), Meda remembered the password.
"Dissendium!" She cried out triumphantly, and glancing around to make sure nobody was coming, darted in the pass.
After walking for an eternity, she saw light.
The storekeeper's son, a handsome fellow, was whistling and lifting up some boxes when the trapdoor opened. Following behind him, Meda slunk into Honeydukes, where she saw Leander, Myrtle and Hagrid.
"I feel really bad, leaving Meda behind." Myrtle was saying.
"What do you think she would like?" Hagrid asked Leander.
Leander responded, "I expect she would like some Cauldron Cakes, and Chocolate Frogs. Also, she is terribly fond of sneaking Bertie Bott's Every Flavour Beans into people's food, and watching their reaction."
Meda appeared. "Well, who am I to disagree? If you're paying, of course."
Myrtle smiled. "Meda! Why are you here?"
"I was bored."
"You could get even more sick."
"It's a cold! And I'm prepared to accept the consequences of my actions. Now lets buy junk!"
They had a wonderful time in the merry village of Hogsmeade, and all bought stuff they wanted. Myrtle bought some sweets and a book, Hagrid and Meda disappeared and returned with a huge blue and red sweater, a big bag and some Quidditch gear, and Leander bought a huge sneakoscope. Meda gaped when she saw it.
"Why did you buy that?" she asked.
"Oh, I wanted to." Leander responded.
"Awesome!" Meda grinned.
But the best part of the day for Meda was at the end, when Meda and Hagrid returned with their gifts for Aragog. Meda bought him a toy broomstick, and a big plush Quaffle, which Aragog liked much better than the broomstick. Hagrid and Meda bought a red and blue sweater for him, in both Ravenclaw and Gryffindor colours, and Hagrid had bought Aragog a big, fluffy blanket which a huge heart on it. Meda and Hagrid both cooed at the sight of their little spider asleep in his blanket.
All in all, it was a good day. But the next day, when Meda woke up with a horrible cold, Myrtle couldn't help but think, "I told you so".
I really haven't updated in a while, because I got really interested in the Fanfiction world of the Hobbit. I really love Thorin and Bilbo. If any of you like the Hobbit and Lord of the Rings, check out Rosa Cotton. She's amazing!
