CHAP. 9
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Ron Weasley's Point of View We had gotten a table near the fireplace in the Three Broomsticks as we waited for Severin. Harry and Hermione had long since parted to their own endeavours and I was left with George and Fred.
"D'you think Malfoy will like this hair shampoo? It's turns your whole head fluorescent pink!" George held up a perfectly ordinary bottle of shampoo.
"You know who really deserves it?" Fred began, "Snape."
I started to protest but George nodded enthusiastically, having no idea who Severin was. There was no time to argue my case because she walked out, taking the seat next to me.
"So what happened?" I asked.
Waving her hand impatiently, Severin sighed, "Nothing really, just a whole lot of talking. Not really your business anyways."
It was very annoying when she was like that. But I suppose secrecy is always the best thing in the war against Voldemort.
"Can I get you something Miss-'' Madame Rosmerta was cut short.
"A butter beer will be fine, thank you," her voice was strangled.
We made small talk for a while before finally leaving. I was pretty sure George had had one to many Butter beers because he was weaving slightly and just as we walked up a smaller hill on the way back to school-he tripped and started to roll. So the rest of us went after him, naturally.
"Oof!" I landed with a thud.
However, there was a small gasp as we looked around I realised that Peeves was standing right over Hermione.
"Nasty little students should not be acting silly," his voice was threatening, "Nasty little students are reeking of too much drinks, they are. Perhaps I should be telling Headmaster, he is not liking students who are not behaving. Or better yet, I should be telling Professor Snape, he is wanting to prove Harry Potter is not a good student." he wandered away before any of us had a chance to react.
"Okay George, up you get," Fred hauled my brother to his feet.
To this George laughed almost hysterically and hiccoughed before slumping forwards and into Severin's arms. She handled this by falling flat on her back, much to my amusement.
"Someone feels like a horse!" her voice was muffled as she struggled to push herself up.
Fred turned away to giggle as I tried to pull an unconscious George off of her. I did not pity my brother the headache he would have upon waking. Although I had never had a hangover, I had watched both Bill and Charlie snarl on the morning of theirs. Percy however, was too responsible to drink, I would believe him if he told me he'd never even had a sip of Butter beer.
*
"No way!" I exclaimed.
Harry nodded, grinning excitedly. I threw him into a hug, slapping my best friend on the back. He had taken Hermione up near the Shrieking Shack and asked her out. Of course, she had said yes and I couldn't be happier for them.
"Have you told anyone else yet?"
"Who else would I tell? Snape?"
"Er, no, Sirius or Severin are who I had in mind."
"No, I haven't. But I reckon I'll write Sirius and you'll probably end up telling Severin," he smiled mischievously.
It was near supper but I was too excited to be hungry. We had gotten George into bed without a hitch and he was now sleeping drunkenly.
The door opened and closed as Neville walked in, peering under beds and wardrobes-probably looking for something as he usually was.
"What are you missing this time?" I asked.
"It's my shampoo bottle, I can't seem to find it." he muttered distractedly.
Harry and I helped him look for a quarter hour before finally giving up and proceeding to the Great Hall where we managed to catch desert. Probably not the best thing in the world considering we had dined mostly on Honeydukes Sweets all day.
"Where were you?" Hermione scolded as we sat down.
"Helping Neville look for his shampoo," Harry told her.
I couldn't help but notice when he brushed her hand as Harry reached for the pitcher of pumpkin juice. Hermione looked slightly shocked before a crimson blush crept along her face.
"Er, it's all right. I was just wondering is all."
At that point, Dumbledore stood up and Silence laid its hands over the room, "Due to events in the wizarding world, serious events; I would like to inform students that the Dementors have returned," his eye twitched and one could see that he was displeased, "Therefore I am instating a curfew.all students must be in their own common room no later than o'clock in the evening."
A groan rippled throughout the students, our curfew was usually ten o'clock and this would mean that friends would have to say goodbye much earlier than usual.
"Well, just guess we'll have to leave our pranks to Gryffindor," Fred tried to sound optimistic.
"Or do them earlier," Lee Jordan's grin was wicked.
"So, how bright a pink is that stuff you bought?" Harry asked.
"Bright pink!" Fred laughed as he spoke.
Dinner was delicious as usual, but I wasn't as hungry. Our curfew had been shortened and a previous year had taught us that this curfew didn't work.
As Fred and I walked to the common room, Malfoy, the little git came up behind us and poked me in the back with something.
"What was that?" I whirled around angrily.
"Nothing, nothing Weasley," Malfoy drawled.
I cursed under my breath, for all I knew, I could wake up in the morning with wings.
"Evil prat," Fred muttered, "thinks he's better than all us others."
I nodded my agreement as I began to follow my big brother up the stairs to our dormitory. There were many times when I sorely wished that Malfoy would just up and die.
Ron Weasley's Point of View We had gotten a table near the fireplace in the Three Broomsticks as we waited for Severin. Harry and Hermione had long since parted to their own endeavours and I was left with George and Fred.
"D'you think Malfoy will like this hair shampoo? It's turns your whole head fluorescent pink!" George held up a perfectly ordinary bottle of shampoo.
"You know who really deserves it?" Fred began, "Snape."
I started to protest but George nodded enthusiastically, having no idea who Severin was. There was no time to argue my case because she walked out, taking the seat next to me.
"So what happened?" I asked.
Waving her hand impatiently, Severin sighed, "Nothing really, just a whole lot of talking. Not really your business anyways."
It was very annoying when she was like that. But I suppose secrecy is always the best thing in the war against Voldemort.
"Can I get you something Miss-'' Madame Rosmerta was cut short.
"A butter beer will be fine, thank you," her voice was strangled.
We made small talk for a while before finally leaving. I was pretty sure George had had one to many Butter beers because he was weaving slightly and just as we walked up a smaller hill on the way back to school-he tripped and started to roll. So the rest of us went after him, naturally.
"Oof!" I landed with a thud.
However, there was a small gasp as we looked around I realised that Peeves was standing right over Hermione.
"Nasty little students should not be acting silly," his voice was threatening, "Nasty little students are reeking of too much drinks, they are. Perhaps I should be telling Headmaster, he is not liking students who are not behaving. Or better yet, I should be telling Professor Snape, he is wanting to prove Harry Potter is not a good student." he wandered away before any of us had a chance to react.
"Okay George, up you get," Fred hauled my brother to his feet.
To this George laughed almost hysterically and hiccoughed before slumping forwards and into Severin's arms. She handled this by falling flat on her back, much to my amusement.
"Someone feels like a horse!" her voice was muffled as she struggled to push herself up.
Fred turned away to giggle as I tried to pull an unconscious George off of her. I did not pity my brother the headache he would have upon waking. Although I had never had a hangover, I had watched both Bill and Charlie snarl on the morning of theirs. Percy however, was too responsible to drink, I would believe him if he told me he'd never even had a sip of Butter beer.
*
"No way!" I exclaimed.
Harry nodded, grinning excitedly. I threw him into a hug, slapping my best friend on the back. He had taken Hermione up near the Shrieking Shack and asked her out. Of course, she had said yes and I couldn't be happier for them.
"Have you told anyone else yet?"
"Who else would I tell? Snape?"
"Er, no, Sirius or Severin are who I had in mind."
"No, I haven't. But I reckon I'll write Sirius and you'll probably end up telling Severin," he smiled mischievously.
It was near supper but I was too excited to be hungry. We had gotten George into bed without a hitch and he was now sleeping drunkenly.
The door opened and closed as Neville walked in, peering under beds and wardrobes-probably looking for something as he usually was.
"What are you missing this time?" I asked.
"It's my shampoo bottle, I can't seem to find it." he muttered distractedly.
Harry and I helped him look for a quarter hour before finally giving up and proceeding to the Great Hall where we managed to catch desert. Probably not the best thing in the world considering we had dined mostly on Honeydukes Sweets all day.
"Where were you?" Hermione scolded as we sat down.
"Helping Neville look for his shampoo," Harry told her.
I couldn't help but notice when he brushed her hand as Harry reached for the pitcher of pumpkin juice. Hermione looked slightly shocked before a crimson blush crept along her face.
"Er, it's all right. I was just wondering is all."
At that point, Dumbledore stood up and Silence laid its hands over the room, "Due to events in the wizarding world, serious events; I would like to inform students that the Dementors have returned," his eye twitched and one could see that he was displeased, "Therefore I am instating a curfew.all students must be in their own common room no later than o'clock in the evening."
A groan rippled throughout the students, our curfew was usually ten o'clock and this would mean that friends would have to say goodbye much earlier than usual.
"Well, just guess we'll have to leave our pranks to Gryffindor," Fred tried to sound optimistic.
"Or do them earlier," Lee Jordan's grin was wicked.
"So, how bright a pink is that stuff you bought?" Harry asked.
"Bright pink!" Fred laughed as he spoke.
Dinner was delicious as usual, but I wasn't as hungry. Our curfew had been shortened and a previous year had taught us that this curfew didn't work.
As Fred and I walked to the common room, Malfoy, the little git came up behind us and poked me in the back with something.
"What was that?" I whirled around angrily.
"Nothing, nothing Weasley," Malfoy drawled.
I cursed under my breath, for all I knew, I could wake up in the morning with wings.
"Evil prat," Fred muttered, "thinks he's better than all us others."
I nodded my agreement as I began to follow my big brother up the stairs to our dormitory. There were many times when I sorely wished that Malfoy would just up and die.
