I hope you enjoyed last chapter. Happy Christmas, Hanukah, and Kwanzaa to all. Sadly, I did not get the rights to any franchise (yes that includes Labyrinth and Harry Potter) for Christmas. Santa did not get that letter.
They felt the ground crack and Regulus just said, "Like that…" As they fell down and landed in grass, just meters away from the stinkiest bog n all of the above and under ground.
As Hermione stood up and brushed herself off, for the third time that day, she made the mistake of inhaling… through her nose.
She was disgusted, "That is the most horrid smell," Hermione covered her nose with her robe. Regulus followed suit and finished her sentence, "in the world?"
"It's not that bad…" Sirius trailed. The two youngest threw him a questioning look. "You're kidding," they chorused in disbelief. Sirius shrugged, "I shared a dorm with James, Remus, and Peter for seven years." He stated with finality. Their mouths formed 'o' shapes in understanding.
"On another note," Hermione started to walk forward, still disgusted with the stench, "we should try to find a way out of here."
"Good idea," Sirius said and took the lead.
As they walked on, Hermione and Regulus fell into step with each other. Hermione's stomach growled loudly and Regulus chuckled. Hermione gave him a weak smile and spoke softly, "In my defense, I've been here for almost six hours, had an early breakfast, and did not expect to have my wand taken away from me!" As she kept talking, she steadily got louder, breath un-evening due to the hiking in the dark yet beautiful forest. Regulus held up his hands in the universal motion for 'mean-no-harm'
"How 'bout a peach?" Regulus held out the pale orange fruit for Hermione with a winning smile. She returned with her own charming grin and pocketed the peach. "Thank you. I'll eat it later though, the smell is turning my stomach." Hermione flashed one last smile and fell into step with Sirius and began talking to him.
Little did she notice Regulus' wand appeared on a rock nearby. He looked at it, a forlorn expression on his face. "Damn you Jareth," he muttered as he picked up the elegent vine-wood wand, "And damn me too." He slipped the wand into his black robe pocket.
Again, I'm very sorry about the mess up with the chapters. I can't believe it didn't save. Also, sorry about how short this chapter was. The next one will be pretty short too. I just didn't think they went well together.
