An: Ahhhh, I received a review a few days ago saying that the person had figured out the title. Trust me, no matter how perceptive you are, there is no way you could have figured out the entire title. I hope.
The mind itself is a funny place.
It can make a heaven out of hell . . .
Or a hell out of heaven.
~Paradise Lost~
Chapter 11
Showering Hermione, W.E.T.M.A., and Rowbans
Unbeknownst to me, the group of conspirators was upstairs plotting about
slitting my wrists. In a rather literal way. But more on that later.
"Right," said Hermione, pulling out a roll of parchment, an ink bottle, and a . . .
"Hermione!" gasped Ron, surprised. "Is that a . . . a sugar quill?" Hermione blushed a bit, put the offending quill in her bag, and pulled out a regular quill.
"Now," she said, looking very business-like, "we need to know what we know." I was lost, again. But I started laughing as I saw what Hermione had written at the top of the page this morning.
W.E.T.M.A.
Wizards for the Equal Treatment of Muggle Artifacts
Step 1. Call "Mandy."
Step 2. Set up "METMA" at Hogwarts.
Step 3. Create "WETMA" Branch.
Step 4. Convert S.P.E.W. badges to WETMA.
Step 5. Badger Harry and Ron into WETMA.
"Not again," Ron moaned. "Please Hermione, not this year."
"We'll talk about this later, Ron," she said. I was still laughing. "Now, what do we know? There was a girl, Torry, who went to Hogwarts. She was a 7th year when your dad was a fifth. Right Harry?"
"Yeah. And I think she was the Demiguise. Which is probably where my dad got the cloak. And she was the one who taught them the spell."
"Right. Do we know anything else? At all?"
"My dad said she had really long red hair once, I think. Or maybe that was Sirius."
"Sirius has black hair, Harry," muttered Ron.
"Apparently it was green for a while. Then pink, yellow, red, blue, purple, and gold, just never green."
Hermione snorted. "A wonder it hasn't fallen out yet," she said, returning to the parchment where ink still glistened. "Look, tomorrow I'll go to the library and check the school records. They will show this girl's last name. Then we could access books about her year, and see what happens from there. Study that book, Harry. I think there might be more to the lines than meets the eye."
"Right," I said, giving a half nod.
The three of us snapped into action, as if a whistle had been sounded. Hermione packed away her parchment, and Ron and I hurried off to the dormitories.
"Ron," I said later that night as I pulled on my pajama top, "can I ask you a question?"
"Bash on," he replied.
"Well, ok. What's up with you and . . ."
"Here we go again. Look, I'll tell you if you don't laugh.
"Um, alright," I said, brushing my fringe out of my eyes.
"Hermione stayed over my house this summer, just for a week. To go to buy books and stuff."
"And?" I asked, suddenly interested.
"I sort of walked in on her while she was in the shower." I said I wouldn't laugh, so I didn't. I burst out in hysterics. A good five minutes later, Ron managed to calm me down.
"Good God. Didn't you mother teach you to knock? What a bampot!" Ron didn't look happy about it at all.
"I had no idea she could slap that hard," Ron said, with a tiny grin.
I had never had a reason to laugh myself to sleep. Before that night, that is. The mental image that kept rolling through my mind . . . priceless.
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The next morning schedules were handed out. I cheered. This year not only was Defense Against the Dark Arts first, but we also had Potions with Hufflepuffs. The year was looking up already.
After the quickest breakfast of scones in the modern-day records, Ron, Hermione and I ran up to the classroom. When we got there, most of the class had seated themselves already. The clock hit 9 and Rowbans walked in. And I gasped.
An2: The plot thickens. :) Anyway, The chapters are going to get longer, but longer in between too. Get it? I'm working at a camp, which means that I'm goignt to have problems with time. I'll try tho. Maybe one chapter every week or so. Sorry! Special thanks to Davita10, Ginny :) and Lily Potter. They all know why.