Chapter 25: Obscene Hand Gestures
Hermione knew what she needed to make this right.
Through the past week she had stopped going to the Room of Requirements and instead began attempting the Wolfbane Potion. It was the best key to get them to ignore and trust her again.
She was in the common room, contemplating whether she should seek the ingredients from Professor Slughorn (who had stopped liking her when she refused to join his club; once was enough), when James sat aside of her. He seemed tired, and Hermione wondered why if he had finally gotten his dream girl. Also, why he had sat down aside of her when for a week now he'd pretended she was wearing his invisibility cloak.
"Sirius is frazzled," he said.
"I'm not telling. I've already done ze whole blackmail thing with another Animagus."
"There's another?" he asked in interest; "Here?"
"Well, she iz not exactly around at ze moment," Hermione opted to say.
When James gave her an affronted look and moved to stand, Hermione grabbed his arm and quickly said, "I didn't kill her or anything."
James narrowed his eyes in obvious speculation.
"Who do you take me as?" she asked sharply.
"I know that your accent is phony," he stated. "I haven't told Sirius this because he'd have a bark about it, but I can tell from visiting France."
She studied him shrewdly. "Maybe I should return to blackmail."
James let out a laugh at this. "Like you could ever get anything on me?"
Hermione chuckled along for a moment. Then she lifted her hands and put them on the top of her head before splaying out her fingers, careful to keep them stiff. She probably looked more like a moose than a stag, but he would catch on.
"Remind you of anyone?" she asked playfully.
Posted: 11.22.2011
Word Count: 300