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Chapter 15: Hogsmeade and a Jack O'Lantern song
"This will be my first time visiting Hogsmeade," Karista said, tucking her cloak around her tightly to keep the cold air from chilling her too much. "What's it like down there?"
"Beautiful," Fred beamed, a glazed look coming over his eyes. Harry immediately new that he was thinking about Zonko's.
"It's classic Karista," murmured George Weasley, the same look on his face.
Karista giggled and looked out the doors that had just been opened. The sky, which had yesterday been clear and sunny, was now a rusty gray.
"Rain today, little kiddies," Filch chortled, taking up the attendance list for Hogsmeade and letting them leave.
"It sucks that it has to rain on my first visit to Hogsmeade," Karista mumbled, glaring at Filch then up at the sky, as it had just started spitting water.
"At least the stores are inside," Harry chuckled, nudging Karista's arm with his elbow.
She shot him a look that plainly said 'no duh, Sherlock' and began walking. Once they crested the village of Hogsmeade, which was decorated black and orange streamers, Karista couldn't help but feel excitement.
"Where do we go first?" Ron asked, looking between Zonkos and Honeydukes.
"Honeydukes! I want to get my months supply of chocolate frogs before they tell me they ran out!" Karista said merrily, strolling through the door into the packed store. She headed straight for the delectable frogs and picked up at least three boxes; she had to replenish the supply her aunt had sent her in her first week.
"Enough frogs there, Karista?" asked Dean as he filled the front of his robe with fizzing whizbees.
"Looks like you don't have enough of those yet, Dean," Karista Grinned, grabbing another bag of Bertie Botts every flavor beans. "Midnight snack."
Once Karista had finished loading herself full of candy, they snuck back through the pouring rain to Zonkos, where they found Fred and George selling some familiar yellow colored pastries.
"Here, Karista, try one of these," Fred muttered gruffly. "The manager doesn't think they work."
Karista bit into it and suddenly, with a loud squawk, became a canary. She couldn't help but laugh at herself in a mirror. If only father could see me now, she thought. After she had molted, the manager bought at least 5 dozen canary creams. Fred and George even gave Karista a few free ones.
"For being a good sport," George said, wrapping his arm around her. "Neville always falls for 'em."
Karista grinned and put the creams in her pocket. Harry had soon picked up one of the false wands that they had made last year.
"I'll take two of these and some dungbombs," Ron said, pulling a galleon out of his pocket, pointing at the wands.
"I like Hogsmeade," Karista said, a dreamy expression on her face. "It brings me back to going into the Wizarding world back in New York."
"What was that like?" asked Harry, entering the Hog's head pub. Ron kept stealing glances at Madame Rosmerta behind the counter.
"Oh, it was beautiful!" Karista said, sitting at a table near the window. "I had never seen so many things in one place. At first, I couldn't believe any of it was real. I had to keep pinching my arm."
Harry laughed while Hermione swept to the bar to pull Ron and their drinks away.
"That is what it was kind of like for me going to Diagon Alley. I needed at least 8 more eyes," he said, the memory passing through his mind. Hagrid taking him on the wild cart ride to his own private vault. Buying Hedwig and his first wand. It seemed almost like yesterday, he though to himself.
"Harry…Malfoy keeps on trying to hook up with me," Karista said, a worried expression on her face. "I can't help but feel bad for what I did to him on the quidditch field, you know, playing him like that."
"Malfoy is dating Pansy," Ron said, nearly dropping his pint because of the scowl Hermione was wearing. "What is it with you?"
"Nothing…Nothing at all. I admire how you still flirt with Madame Rosmerta," Hermione muttered angrily, taking a healthy swig of the butterbeer before her.
"Hermione, we're…friends. She's too old for me anyways," Ron mumbled, trying desperately to get on Hermione's good side. "Besides, you are my girl."
Harry immediately let out a loud snigger, which ended up with a hard punch in the arm from Ron.
"OOO! We really should be heading back to the castle," karista started, knowing it would be a matter of minutes before Hermione and Ron kissed, something she didn't want to stick around for.
"You guys go ahead," murmured Ron, staring at Hermione star struck.
"Alright," Harry said, standing up and taking his and Karista's pints back up to the bar.
"You know, they kinda gross me out," Harry said, laughing heartily. "I mean, it is cool they are dating and stuff, its just all of a sudden, I'll turn around and see Ron kiss Hermione."
"That's not all of it," Karista said, thoroughly disgusted. "Are you a deep sleeper, Harry?"
"Yes, actually, it takes a lot to wake me up," Harry chuckled. "Why?"
"Well, I am a light sleeper, and one night I woke up, thinking either A) someone was sneaking into our room or B) someone was sneaking out. I peeked out my bed and saw Ron, heading towards Hermione's bed," Karista said, sticking out her tongue.
Harry's mouth opened wide. "So that is why you, Hermione and Ron have looked kinda tired?"
"Yeah. All they do is sit up and talk, maybe…er…make out," Karista stifled a laugh as they walked into the entrance hall.
"Let's drop our stuff off upstairs then," Harry said, surprised by the new development in Ron and Hermione's relationship.
"I hope the feast is fun," Karista said, tuning her guitar.
"This poster of yours is really cool," said Harry, laying back on Karista's bed and staring at the sunset that had appeared behind the dark gray clouds.
"Thanks, it was my mom's also," she strummed along with her guitar. "I say we make up a song."
Harry stared at her. "Are you crazy? I can't sing."
"Neither can I! Come on, it would be fun," Karista said sheepishly, batting her eyes.
"Oh all right," harry mumbled sitting up.
"Here, take this and start writing random ideas at the top," Karista said, beginning to strum a tune on her guitar.
"How about the jack O'Lantern, in honor of the Halloween feast tonight?" Harry asked, scribbling down the idea.
"Now you're in the spirit! Now, let's think of what to sing…"
Harry began writing random words until finally he showed it to Karista, who smiled.
"We need a beat," she whispered to herself, plucking random strings to find a good chord.
"Let's ask Fred and George to help us, they might think of something funny," Harry asked jumping off her bed.
"Excellent, assuming they are back," Karista jumped off her bed and lugged her case down the stairs. Once they entered the common room, they found Fred and George laughing at the bag of goodies in front of them.
"Hey, Fred, George, come here! We need your help," called Harry, waiving them over.
"What's up?" Fred asked, looking mischievously puzzled.
"We are writing a humorous song to sing tonight," Karista said, pulling the guitar. Harry looked at her and smiled. "We wanted to know if you would sing it with us."
Fred and George smiled and sat down across from them, working like house elves until it was time for the feast to start.
***
"What are they doing?"
"Why is there a guitar in the Great Hall?"
That is all Karista, Harry, Fred and George could hear throughout the great hall as they walked up to a little platform Dumbledore had magicked there. All eyes were upon them, and Karista couldn't help but blushed as Harry, Fred and George put their arms on each other's shoulders.
"Um, can I have your attention?" Karista said, her voice creating a hush.
"We here from Gryffindor tower, feel it our duty to provide entertainment this Halloween," Fred boomed amid sniggers from Harry and George, who both were shaking feverishly, trying to counteract their nervousness. Karista strummed her guitar once to make sure it was in tune, then started to strum a slow tune while Fred kept introducing the song. "Now, please direct your attention towards an original song written by Mr. Harry Potter. A Jack O'Lantern song."
George then stood on his tiptoes and read the sheet of parchment that Harry had written the original song on.
"There once were 3 boys who sat on a log,
and soon hopping near them came an ugly green frog,
it told them to sing a special song
for the lucky people of Hogwarts."
At this, Harry, Fred and George began to sing in an out of tune way.
"There once was a Jack O'Lantern
stuck in a garden
eating fertilizer and greens
along came a child who felt it worth while,
to chop it away from it's vine.
The kid took it inside, and cut out an eye
A nose, an ear and a mouth
He then took the seeds and spread them with ease,
And soon more pumpkins sprang out.
So here ends our song, it took all day long,
To write it and figure it out,
And Karista's new tune, slow as a prune
Will make us all zonk out."
The laughing from the students and faculty was enough to make any nearby muggle villages wonder what they had just heard. Dust shook from the ceiling as all four of them bowed. Dumbledore, Flitwick and Sprout were howling with laughter while Lupin and McGonagall shook their heads and laughed. Even Snape had a look of mild amusement on his face. Harry blushed and grinned from ear to ear, while Fred and George had turned their heads into Jack O'lanterns and started running around the hall, crashing into the walls.
The laughter from this caused many to fall to the floor.
***
"I still can't believe we did that," Harry chuckled, strumming Karista's guitar.
"I think the funniest part was when George crashed into Snape with his pumpkin head and cause Snape to chase him," Karista laughed at the thought. They were now sitting on the common room floor by the fire doing the homework they neglected to do because of the feast.
"Yeah, that was pretty cool. Professor McGonagall still has to get over the shock of Gryffindors doing something like that," Harry said, plucking a string hard.
"You know, if there is one thing that is quite strange about that woman is that she is so strict with her own house," Karista muttered, checking over her transfiguration work. "We have to change our books into a small, non vicious animal and back by the end of the week."
"Really?" Harry whimpered, realizing he still had trouble with it. "What book are you using?"
"A History of Magic. I figure that I never really use it anyways and Hermione will let me read from hers."
"Maybe I'll use…I don't know. What book don't I use?" Harry asked, flipping through his stack.
"Share with Ron," she said, flipping through her transfiguration book one last time. "Wow, the common room really emptied."
"Yeah," Harry said, watching as Karista practiced the magic words. "What animal are you changing it into?
"A cat, if I can manage, otherwise, a snake," Karista muttered, making sure she got her spell right.
"A snake?" Harry quivered, wondering why she would choose that animal. Did she know Harry was a Parseltongue?
"Yeah, I can…" she paused. There was something about herself that she refused to tell him.
"What?" Harry asked, noticing her sudden departure from the subject.
"Oh nothing…just me blabbering on again," Karista said as she raised her wand and said 'Cattus'. Instantly, the book in front of her turned into a dark grayish-blue kitten with gold eyes.
"WOW!" She shrieked with joy, as the kitten peered intently up at her. "That is so cool!"
"How come it's a kitten?" Harry asked smittenly, playing with the kitten's paws.
"Probably because my book is so new," she murmured, petting the kitten on its head. "Ooo, I don't want to change him back, he's too cute."
"He is an adorable creature," Harry said picking up the kitten that was about the size of his hand.
"I'll name him Quinton," Karista said, gingerly rubbing the kitten's back. "Next time in Hogsmeade I'll buy another History of Magic book."
"Good idea," harry said, placing the cat back on a pillow where it stretched luxuriously and kept playing with Harry's finger. Suddenly, the portrait door opened and McGonagall stepped in.
"What are you two doing up still?" she asked, a smile playing across her cheeks.
"Practicing," Karista said, still rubbing the kitten's back.
"Well, how did you do this?" Professor McGonagall asked, sitting in a chair by the fire and staring at the cat.
"Say hello to Quinton, my History of Magic book," Karista murmured, placing the cat in the professor'' hand. "I just transfigured him."
"Excellent work, Miss Flannigan, I must say," She cooed, petting the kitten on the head. "The little show you two and the Weasley twins did this evening was very entertaining, I must say."
"Thank you, Professor," Harry said, putting more ink in his quill and adding to his potions essay.
"There is just one problem professor," Karista said, taking the cat in her hands. "I don't have the heart to change him back."
"Well, if you want, give me the money for your book and I will pick you up another one tomorrow when I go to Hogsmeade," she offered, glancing at Harry's scroll of homework.
" I would like that professor," Karista said, groping around her robes for some money. "Here you are, 3 galleons. I don't know how much they are here."
"Alright, I'll be sure to remember to do this tomorrow," She murmured, placing the money in her pocket. "Now the reason why I came up here is to offer you my sympathy…referring to…"
"It's okay Professor," Karista said quietly, looking down at the kitten harry was playing with in front of him. "I thank you."
"Well, I should be off to bed," She said, standing up to leave. "Next week, we start transfiguration of solid objects into pets. I already give you full marks."
Professor smiled warmly as she left the portrait hole.
"Well, that went good," Harry said, finishing up his essay. "At least she didn't get mad at us for not going to bed."
"Yeah, I'll say," Karista said, returning to her star chart for astronomy. "I need to check out two constellations on my poster, though."
"Cool," Harry yawned, writing something on his transfiguration sheet. "I'm tired."
"Me too," Karista murmured, wiping her eyes with her hands. "Harry, before we pack up, can I ask you something?"
Harry looked surprised. "Of course."
"Do you like me?"
Harry was stumped at the question, yet he couldn't help but think about the dreams that he had about her. He looked straight into her eyes. "Yes, I believe I do."
Karista leaned forward and gave him a peck on the cheek. Harry immediately turned a flush shade of red, a smile dancing across his lips.
"I think I should go to bed right now," she whispered, turning a bright pink. After she had packed up her papers and books and moved the pillow that Quinton had been sleeping on, she started towards her dormitory.
"Karista," Harry asked, stopping her and Quinton before the door. "Goodnight."
"Goodnight."
She then headed up the stairs, a look of peace on her face. It was the first night in a long time that she hadn't had a nightmare, but instead a dream about her crush, Harry Potter.
Chapter 15: Hogsmeade and a Jack O'Lantern song
"This will be my first time visiting Hogsmeade," Karista said, tucking her cloak around her tightly to keep the cold air from chilling her too much. "What's it like down there?"
"Beautiful," Fred beamed, a glazed look coming over his eyes. Harry immediately new that he was thinking about Zonko's.
"It's classic Karista," murmured George Weasley, the same look on his face.
Karista giggled and looked out the doors that had just been opened. The sky, which had yesterday been clear and sunny, was now a rusty gray.
"Rain today, little kiddies," Filch chortled, taking up the attendance list for Hogsmeade and letting them leave.
"It sucks that it has to rain on my first visit to Hogsmeade," Karista mumbled, glaring at Filch then up at the sky, as it had just started spitting water.
"At least the stores are inside," Harry chuckled, nudging Karista's arm with his elbow.
She shot him a look that plainly said 'no duh, Sherlock' and began walking. Once they crested the village of Hogsmeade, which was decorated black and orange streamers, Karista couldn't help but feel excitement.
"Where do we go first?" Ron asked, looking between Zonkos and Honeydukes.
"Honeydukes! I want to get my months supply of chocolate frogs before they tell me they ran out!" Karista said merrily, strolling through the door into the packed store. She headed straight for the delectable frogs and picked up at least three boxes; she had to replenish the supply her aunt had sent her in her first week.
"Enough frogs there, Karista?" asked Dean as he filled the front of his robe with fizzing whizbees.
"Looks like you don't have enough of those yet, Dean," Karista Grinned, grabbing another bag of Bertie Botts every flavor beans. "Midnight snack."
Once Karista had finished loading herself full of candy, they snuck back through the pouring rain to Zonkos, where they found Fred and George selling some familiar yellow colored pastries.
"Here, Karista, try one of these," Fred muttered gruffly. "The manager doesn't think they work."
Karista bit into it and suddenly, with a loud squawk, became a canary. She couldn't help but laugh at herself in a mirror. If only father could see me now, she thought. After she had molted, the manager bought at least 5 dozen canary creams. Fred and George even gave Karista a few free ones.
"For being a good sport," George said, wrapping his arm around her. "Neville always falls for 'em."
Karista grinned and put the creams in her pocket. Harry had soon picked up one of the false wands that they had made last year.
"I'll take two of these and some dungbombs," Ron said, pulling a galleon out of his pocket, pointing at the wands.
"I like Hogsmeade," Karista said, a dreamy expression on her face. "It brings me back to going into the Wizarding world back in New York."
"What was that like?" asked Harry, entering the Hog's head pub. Ron kept stealing glances at Madame Rosmerta behind the counter.
"Oh, it was beautiful!" Karista said, sitting at a table near the window. "I had never seen so many things in one place. At first, I couldn't believe any of it was real. I had to keep pinching my arm."
Harry laughed while Hermione swept to the bar to pull Ron and their drinks away.
"That is what it was kind of like for me going to Diagon Alley. I needed at least 8 more eyes," he said, the memory passing through his mind. Hagrid taking him on the wild cart ride to his own private vault. Buying Hedwig and his first wand. It seemed almost like yesterday, he though to himself.
"Harry…Malfoy keeps on trying to hook up with me," Karista said, a worried expression on her face. "I can't help but feel bad for what I did to him on the quidditch field, you know, playing him like that."
"Malfoy is dating Pansy," Ron said, nearly dropping his pint because of the scowl Hermione was wearing. "What is it with you?"
"Nothing…Nothing at all. I admire how you still flirt with Madame Rosmerta," Hermione muttered angrily, taking a healthy swig of the butterbeer before her.
"Hermione, we're…friends. She's too old for me anyways," Ron mumbled, trying desperately to get on Hermione's good side. "Besides, you are my girl."
Harry immediately let out a loud snigger, which ended up with a hard punch in the arm from Ron.
"OOO! We really should be heading back to the castle," karista started, knowing it would be a matter of minutes before Hermione and Ron kissed, something she didn't want to stick around for.
"You guys go ahead," murmured Ron, staring at Hermione star struck.
"Alright," Harry said, standing up and taking his and Karista's pints back up to the bar.
"You know, they kinda gross me out," Harry said, laughing heartily. "I mean, it is cool they are dating and stuff, its just all of a sudden, I'll turn around and see Ron kiss Hermione."
"That's not all of it," Karista said, thoroughly disgusted. "Are you a deep sleeper, Harry?"
"Yes, actually, it takes a lot to wake me up," Harry chuckled. "Why?"
"Well, I am a light sleeper, and one night I woke up, thinking either A) someone was sneaking into our room or B) someone was sneaking out. I peeked out my bed and saw Ron, heading towards Hermione's bed," Karista said, sticking out her tongue.
Harry's mouth opened wide. "So that is why you, Hermione and Ron have looked kinda tired?"
"Yeah. All they do is sit up and talk, maybe…er…make out," Karista stifled a laugh as they walked into the entrance hall.
"Let's drop our stuff off upstairs then," Harry said, surprised by the new development in Ron and Hermione's relationship.
"I hope the feast is fun," Karista said, tuning her guitar.
"This poster of yours is really cool," said Harry, laying back on Karista's bed and staring at the sunset that had appeared behind the dark gray clouds.
"Thanks, it was my mom's also," she strummed along with her guitar. "I say we make up a song."
Harry stared at her. "Are you crazy? I can't sing."
"Neither can I! Come on, it would be fun," Karista said sheepishly, batting her eyes.
"Oh all right," harry mumbled sitting up.
"Here, take this and start writing random ideas at the top," Karista said, beginning to strum a tune on her guitar.
"How about the jack O'Lantern, in honor of the Halloween feast tonight?" Harry asked, scribbling down the idea.
"Now you're in the spirit! Now, let's think of what to sing…"
Harry began writing random words until finally he showed it to Karista, who smiled.
"We need a beat," she whispered to herself, plucking random strings to find a good chord.
"Let's ask Fred and George to help us, they might think of something funny," Harry asked jumping off her bed.
"Excellent, assuming they are back," Karista jumped off her bed and lugged her case down the stairs. Once they entered the common room, they found Fred and George laughing at the bag of goodies in front of them.
"Hey, Fred, George, come here! We need your help," called Harry, waiving them over.
"What's up?" Fred asked, looking mischievously puzzled.
"We are writing a humorous song to sing tonight," Karista said, pulling the guitar. Harry looked at her and smiled. "We wanted to know if you would sing it with us."
Fred and George smiled and sat down across from them, working like house elves until it was time for the feast to start.
***
"What are they doing?"
"Why is there a guitar in the Great Hall?"
That is all Karista, Harry, Fred and George could hear throughout the great hall as they walked up to a little platform Dumbledore had magicked there. All eyes were upon them, and Karista couldn't help but blushed as Harry, Fred and George put their arms on each other's shoulders.
"Um, can I have your attention?" Karista said, her voice creating a hush.
"We here from Gryffindor tower, feel it our duty to provide entertainment this Halloween," Fred boomed amid sniggers from Harry and George, who both were shaking feverishly, trying to counteract their nervousness. Karista strummed her guitar once to make sure it was in tune, then started to strum a slow tune while Fred kept introducing the song. "Now, please direct your attention towards an original song written by Mr. Harry Potter. A Jack O'Lantern song."
George then stood on his tiptoes and read the sheet of parchment that Harry had written the original song on.
"There once were 3 boys who sat on a log,
and soon hopping near them came an ugly green frog,
it told them to sing a special song
for the lucky people of Hogwarts."
At this, Harry, Fred and George began to sing in an out of tune way.
"There once was a Jack O'Lantern
stuck in a garden
eating fertilizer and greens
along came a child who felt it worth while,
to chop it away from it's vine.
The kid took it inside, and cut out an eye
A nose, an ear and a mouth
He then took the seeds and spread them with ease,
And soon more pumpkins sprang out.
So here ends our song, it took all day long,
To write it and figure it out,
And Karista's new tune, slow as a prune
Will make us all zonk out."
The laughing from the students and faculty was enough to make any nearby muggle villages wonder what they had just heard. Dust shook from the ceiling as all four of them bowed. Dumbledore, Flitwick and Sprout were howling with laughter while Lupin and McGonagall shook their heads and laughed. Even Snape had a look of mild amusement on his face. Harry blushed and grinned from ear to ear, while Fred and George had turned their heads into Jack O'lanterns and started running around the hall, crashing into the walls.
The laughter from this caused many to fall to the floor.
***
"I still can't believe we did that," Harry chuckled, strumming Karista's guitar.
"I think the funniest part was when George crashed into Snape with his pumpkin head and cause Snape to chase him," Karista laughed at the thought. They were now sitting on the common room floor by the fire doing the homework they neglected to do because of the feast.
"Yeah, that was pretty cool. Professor McGonagall still has to get over the shock of Gryffindors doing something like that," Harry said, plucking a string hard.
"You know, if there is one thing that is quite strange about that woman is that she is so strict with her own house," Karista muttered, checking over her transfiguration work. "We have to change our books into a small, non vicious animal and back by the end of the week."
"Really?" Harry whimpered, realizing he still had trouble with it. "What book are you using?"
"A History of Magic. I figure that I never really use it anyways and Hermione will let me read from hers."
"Maybe I'll use…I don't know. What book don't I use?" Harry asked, flipping through his stack.
"Share with Ron," she said, flipping through her transfiguration book one last time. "Wow, the common room really emptied."
"Yeah," Harry said, watching as Karista practiced the magic words. "What animal are you changing it into?
"A cat, if I can manage, otherwise, a snake," Karista muttered, making sure she got her spell right.
"A snake?" Harry quivered, wondering why she would choose that animal. Did she know Harry was a Parseltongue?
"Yeah, I can…" she paused. There was something about herself that she refused to tell him.
"What?" Harry asked, noticing her sudden departure from the subject.
"Oh nothing…just me blabbering on again," Karista said as she raised her wand and said 'Cattus'. Instantly, the book in front of her turned into a dark grayish-blue kitten with gold eyes.
"WOW!" She shrieked with joy, as the kitten peered intently up at her. "That is so cool!"
"How come it's a kitten?" Harry asked smittenly, playing with the kitten's paws.
"Probably because my book is so new," she murmured, petting the kitten on its head. "Ooo, I don't want to change him back, he's too cute."
"He is an adorable creature," Harry said picking up the kitten that was about the size of his hand.
"I'll name him Quinton," Karista said, gingerly rubbing the kitten's back. "Next time in Hogsmeade I'll buy another History of Magic book."
"Good idea," harry said, placing the cat back on a pillow where it stretched luxuriously and kept playing with Harry's finger. Suddenly, the portrait door opened and McGonagall stepped in.
"What are you two doing up still?" she asked, a smile playing across her cheeks.
"Practicing," Karista said, still rubbing the kitten's back.
"Well, how did you do this?" Professor McGonagall asked, sitting in a chair by the fire and staring at the cat.
"Say hello to Quinton, my History of Magic book," Karista murmured, placing the cat in the professor'' hand. "I just transfigured him."
"Excellent work, Miss Flannigan, I must say," She cooed, petting the kitten on the head. "The little show you two and the Weasley twins did this evening was very entertaining, I must say."
"Thank you, Professor," Harry said, putting more ink in his quill and adding to his potions essay.
"There is just one problem professor," Karista said, taking the cat in her hands. "I don't have the heart to change him back."
"Well, if you want, give me the money for your book and I will pick you up another one tomorrow when I go to Hogsmeade," she offered, glancing at Harry's scroll of homework.
" I would like that professor," Karista said, groping around her robes for some money. "Here you are, 3 galleons. I don't know how much they are here."
"Alright, I'll be sure to remember to do this tomorrow," She murmured, placing the money in her pocket. "Now the reason why I came up here is to offer you my sympathy…referring to…"
"It's okay Professor," Karista said quietly, looking down at the kitten harry was playing with in front of him. "I thank you."
"Well, I should be off to bed," She said, standing up to leave. "Next week, we start transfiguration of solid objects into pets. I already give you full marks."
Professor smiled warmly as she left the portrait hole.
"Well, that went good," Harry said, finishing up his essay. "At least she didn't get mad at us for not going to bed."
"Yeah, I'll say," Karista said, returning to her star chart for astronomy. "I need to check out two constellations on my poster, though."
"Cool," Harry yawned, writing something on his transfiguration sheet. "I'm tired."
"Me too," Karista murmured, wiping her eyes with her hands. "Harry, before we pack up, can I ask you something?"
Harry looked surprised. "Of course."
"Do you like me?"
Harry was stumped at the question, yet he couldn't help but think about the dreams that he had about her. He looked straight into her eyes. "Yes, I believe I do."
Karista leaned forward and gave him a peck on the cheek. Harry immediately turned a flush shade of red, a smile dancing across his lips.
"I think I should go to bed right now," she whispered, turning a bright pink. After she had packed up her papers and books and moved the pillow that Quinton had been sleeping on, she started towards her dormitory.
"Karista," Harry asked, stopping her and Quinton before the door. "Goodnight."
"Goodnight."
She then headed up the stairs, a look of peace on her face. It was the first night in a long time that she hadn't had a nightmare, but instead a dream about her crush, Harry Potter.