~Chapter 6:
The Awakening Part 1 (Soup Making)
"Quickly, please open all the
windows!" she shouted. Everyone got up and opened every single window in the
room. Hermione had a little difficulty opened her window but hastily used a
spell. When all the windows were open and a cool breeze of morning air flew in,
they all sat down with hearts beating.
The girl
was sitting with a straight back on her bed with all her sheets pushed off her.
All she wore was a small white tank top and white shorts. They can all easily
see the burns and bruises on her legs and arms.
"Thank
you." She said. "Thank you very much." Her voice still sounded tired, but had a
soft welcoming sound to it. "The owls will be here soon with all our stuff."
From where Harry, Ron and Hermione sat, they couldn't see her face clearly.
They definitely saw the bandage around her head and waist. Suddenly they saw
something clicked inside her head as if she just remembered something.
She
scrambled off her bed and shook the red-haired boy awake.
"Go away,"
he grumbled. He pulled the covers high over his head.
"Wake up!
The owls will be here soon with our stuff! And you must get up, I need you to
help me unlock it." She continued to shake his shoulder. Madam Pomfrey face was
in alarm. The girl's hand was directly over several cuts but the boy took no
notice. The girl gave up on him and leaned over her bed.
"Oh please
for goodness sake, wake up!" She moaned as she shook the bleached haired boy's
shoulder. The boy peeked his eyes open and quickly shut them when he saw her.
"I know
you're awake!" she said angrily.
"Leave me
alone. If you want to do something, go and make some soup." He said and turned
over. She groaned in frustration and got up.
"Is there
something we can do?" Snape asked at her frustration. She looked up and then
noticed that there were 7 people standing around her.
"Oh! I'm so
sorry!" She hurriedly said. "I forgot you were there. But I like it if you
would allow me to set up a kitchenette in here." She asked meekly. Dumbledore
looked at Pomfrey who granted her permission by nodding her head insanely. The
girl quickly walked around her bed and towards one of the windows by a bare
wall. She magically took out her wand. Gracefully she planted her feet and held
out her wand straight out and closed her eyes. Concentrating on a thought, she
opened her eyes and something glittering shot out of her wand.
When the
glitter disappeared and quaint kitchenette stood rather crookedly against the
wall. The marble counter shined in the sun and the gleam off the stove almost
blinding to the eye. There was even a white double-door refrigerator with an
ice and water dispenser standing on the right side. The doors of the cabinets
were all made of pinewood. She placed her wand on the counter and pulled open a
drawer. In her hand was a rubber band and she hastily tied her long hair in a
loose and loopy knot at the base of her neck. She opened a bottom cabinet and
pulled out a medium sized pot and placed it on the stove. Picking up her wand
and pointed into the pot, water poured into the pot. As the water streamed into
the pot, she lighted a fire under it. When it was half filled, she stopped
pouring water into it and opened another cabinet above while at the same time
shutting the bottom cabinet with her foot. In the cabinet were lots of
different sized boxes of different colors along with many other packages.
She pulled
down a package of something and skimmed the backside for instructions.
Carefully using her nails, she peeled open the top and pour in the flaky
mixture into the boiling water. Placing the empty box aside, she pulled open
another drawer and took out a wooden spoon.
"If you
must know," she said aloud to no one in particular, "I'm making a special type
of soup that heals all wounds and rejuvenates the body and mind." She turned
towards them. "It's quite easy actually. You first boil some water and pour in
a package of Quakers' oatmeal stuff and then you add whatever ingredient you
want to make it taste good." She turned on her heel and opened another
cupboard. In it were many spices and others things in tiny bottles. She pulled
out a couple and sprinkled some into the pot. As she put the spices away, she
stirred the bubbly mixture.
"Hey guys?"
She asked the sleeping boys. The boys in their beds didn't answer her. "Where
are your phials?" A groaned came from both of them as they turned underneath
their sheets. The bleached-haired boy was the first to plunk something out from
under his covers and it landed on the floor with a thud. Sighing, the girl
ambled to his bedside and picked up a triangular bottle with a thin chain
hanging off from it. Plunk! The red-haired boy also pushed something onto the
floor for the girl to fetch. Groaning with aggravation of putting up with two
lazy boys, she crawled over her bed and underneath the red-haired boy's to only
come out with a round bottle. Walking back to the tiny kitchen, she, too,
pulled out something from around her neck. A flask-shaped bottle appeared in
her hands. She placed all three bottles on the counter and went to the
refrigerator.
She came
back with her arms filled with an assortment of dishes, bottles, jars and such.
Hastily she dumped it all on the counter and brushed off her tank top shirt.
First she took 2 bottles of Frappuccinos, shook them and then poured it into
the mixture.
"Coffee to
wake the mind." She put the empty bottles aside and picked up a bottle of
Sprite, Pepsi, and Dr. Pepper and poured those in.
"Caffeine
to wake the body." She placed the empty bottles aside and picked up a carton of
vanilla, chocolate, and strawberry ice cream.
"The daily
dose of milk plus flavor." She pulled open the same drawer that held the wooden
spoon and brought out a scooper. Quickly she scooped three servings of each ice
cream placed it back in its rightful spot in the freezer. She tossed the
scooper into the sink in which it clattered loudly. Madam Pomfrey quickly
glanced at the boys in bed including Malfoy but they went on sleeping. The girl
went back to the pot and stirred it for sometime before she picked up a bag of
marshmallows and tossed a few big ones and dozens of small ones.
"For
softness and sweetness." Laying the bag aside, she produced a large bottle of
chocolate syrup from the remaining pile.
"She's not
going to do it, is she?" Hermione wailed horrified.
"She is,"
Ron replied. Upending the bottle, the girl squeezed a large amount of chocolate
into the soup.
"Oh my
god." Harry said slowly. Still amaze at what a creation the girl is making, he
slowly, unaware of what he's doing, walk closer to the concoction.
Conventionally the girl placed the bottle away and continued to stir.
"Chocolate
for the dangerously low on sugar consumption." She then heaved the remaining
ingredient back into its original places. When she finished with that she returned
to the simmering thick soup. She pulled out a spoon from nowhere and took a
little bite out of the soup. Her face was thoughtful as she tossed the spoon
into the sink. Opening the spice cupboard she pulled out three differently
colored spices. Clearly one of them contained finely ground what seems like
pepper. Another held a choppy red spice and another was blue. Carefully the
girl open the red spice and tipped a little amount in.
"For the
nutrients we all desperately need." She said to herself.
"No we
don't," said the muffled voice of the red-haired boy. Easily ignoring him, the
girl the pour a tiny amount of the blue spice.
"For all
the flavors we like."
"Pour
more." Said the bleached haired boy. "I need lots of flavoring today!"
"Well
you're not getting it 'cause I already poured tons of chocolate in it." She
simply replied. The boy made no further noises. Being extremely cautious, the
girl sprinkled a few grains of the black powder into the pot. Puff! Smoke
aroused from the pot and drifted away in the window. When it cleared, the girl
stirred furiously. After she stopped stirring, she put all the spices away.
"What was
that spice for?" Hermione asked. The girl without turning answered, "for the
magical properties that we need in order to protect ourselves from whatever
that may occur at any moment during our stay at this school."
"It's
really unnecessary actually," said the muffled voice of the red-haired.
"But her
grandfather strongly recommend us too." The bleached-haired added as he sat up
in his bed and rubbed his eyes. His sheets fell away from him exposing his
scarred chest to the cold morning air. "Is it done yet?" he asked the girl as
he shivered.
"I gotta
add the potions."
"Well hurry
up." He stretched his arms to the side and then pulled up his sheets. She
twisted the cap off of each of the phials and using a dropper, dropped 2 drops
of each clear potion into the soup. She closed each one and placed her own
phial around her neck. Lowering the fire, she continued to stir until she said
at last, "Done!" Picking up her wand, she conjured a small round table and 3
chairs. Using her wand, she ladled out a portion of the soup into 3 bowls and
place a large spoon in each and made it float over to the table onto its
correct places.
"Wake up
guys. The soup's done." The boys quickly got out of bed and sat in a chair.
They wore nothing but a pair of white shorts. Scars and wounds appeared
brilliantly on their backs and body. The red-haired boy was lean and strong,
but didn't show any signs of muscle. However, the bleached-hair boy was
rippling with strong muscles, but looked tremendously sore. Both were tall,
about a couple of inches taller than the girl. Before they could take a bite, a
low humming sound began. The sound grew louder and louder until it was too loud
to be ignored.
