Ron was waiting for Harry in the common room, as promised. At the look on
Harry's face, he grew curious. "Hey, Harry. You look like you just saw a
ghost, what's up?" He questioned.
Harry shrugged, "It was an interesting detention, that's all. Ever heard of Professor Ryder?"
Ron looked mildly surprised. "No, sounds familiar, though. That's odd, I could have sworn I've heard that name before." But after a second of thought, he merely shrugged it off. Getting up from his chair, he stretched. "Well, it's getting late, better head up to bed. See you in the morning, Harry." And with a last tired smile, he left.
Harry sat still in his chair for a few more minutes. 'No,' he decided, 'I'm just being silly. There's nothing wrong with the new professor.' And with the thought in mind, he headed up the stairs to his room.
The next morning, Harry awoke, amazingly awake, after last night's events. He headed down to the Great Hall, with Ron and Hermione in tow. He was starved and couldn't wait to get something to eat, but right before he stepped into the Hall, Oliver Wood stopped him. "Harry! Lovely morning, isn't it?" He was exceptionally good spirited. Harry looked at him suspiciously, as he downed his goblet of pumpkin juice, which was slightly off color, he noticed.
Oliver noticed him watching. "I've booked the pitch." He announced triumphantly, in which Harry answered with a groan, though he knew he loved Quidditch. "Oliver, I'm starving!" He protested, but to no avail. They headed out together onto the huge playing field, the rest of the team already there.
After practise, Harry returned to the castle, in a very bad mood, his stomach rumbling. But when he got to the Hall, he frowned. No one was in there. "Great, now I'm going to have to wait until lunch." He grumbled, walking slowly back to the Gryffindor common room.
On the stairs, he met Parvati and Lavender who were extremely giggly, he observed painfully. At the sight of Harry, they both turned bright red. Annoyed, Harry snapped, "What?" Lavender turned an even deeper shade of red. "Oh Harry," She cooed, stroking his arm, which he tried to pull away. "You look absolutely adorable today. And, oh, you smell absolutely WONDERFUL!" She sniffed at his hair.
"What the-" But Parvati had grabbed his other arm and was looking at him, adoringly.
Very annoyed, and slightly disturbed, Harry pulled himself away and ran up the steps, two at a time.
Approaching the common room, Harry noticed Hermione waiting for someone, twisting her hands in her lap and very red, indeed. Relieved, he walked towards her. "Hermione, you won't believe-" He started, but was cut off by Hermione's very loud, "OH!" of surprise. Harry touched his face with his hand, "What? Is there something on my face?" But Hermione shook her head vigorously, "No, your face is absolutely beautiful, kind of like-" She stopped, looking furious with herself, and walked away, an even darker shade of red than Parvati or Lavender.
"What is going on?" He wondered aloud.
Harry shrugged, "It was an interesting detention, that's all. Ever heard of Professor Ryder?"
Ron looked mildly surprised. "No, sounds familiar, though. That's odd, I could have sworn I've heard that name before." But after a second of thought, he merely shrugged it off. Getting up from his chair, he stretched. "Well, it's getting late, better head up to bed. See you in the morning, Harry." And with a last tired smile, he left.
Harry sat still in his chair for a few more minutes. 'No,' he decided, 'I'm just being silly. There's nothing wrong with the new professor.' And with the thought in mind, he headed up the stairs to his room.
The next morning, Harry awoke, amazingly awake, after last night's events. He headed down to the Great Hall, with Ron and Hermione in tow. He was starved and couldn't wait to get something to eat, but right before he stepped into the Hall, Oliver Wood stopped him. "Harry! Lovely morning, isn't it?" He was exceptionally good spirited. Harry looked at him suspiciously, as he downed his goblet of pumpkin juice, which was slightly off color, he noticed.
Oliver noticed him watching. "I've booked the pitch." He announced triumphantly, in which Harry answered with a groan, though he knew he loved Quidditch. "Oliver, I'm starving!" He protested, but to no avail. They headed out together onto the huge playing field, the rest of the team already there.
After practise, Harry returned to the castle, in a very bad mood, his stomach rumbling. But when he got to the Hall, he frowned. No one was in there. "Great, now I'm going to have to wait until lunch." He grumbled, walking slowly back to the Gryffindor common room.
On the stairs, he met Parvati and Lavender who were extremely giggly, he observed painfully. At the sight of Harry, they both turned bright red. Annoyed, Harry snapped, "What?" Lavender turned an even deeper shade of red. "Oh Harry," She cooed, stroking his arm, which he tried to pull away. "You look absolutely adorable today. And, oh, you smell absolutely WONDERFUL!" She sniffed at his hair.
"What the-" But Parvati had grabbed his other arm and was looking at him, adoringly.
Very annoyed, and slightly disturbed, Harry pulled himself away and ran up the steps, two at a time.
Approaching the common room, Harry noticed Hermione waiting for someone, twisting her hands in her lap and very red, indeed. Relieved, he walked towards her. "Hermione, you won't believe-" He started, but was cut off by Hermione's very loud, "OH!" of surprise. Harry touched his face with his hand, "What? Is there something on my face?" But Hermione shook her head vigorously, "No, your face is absolutely beautiful, kind of like-" She stopped, looking furious with herself, and walked away, an even darker shade of red than Parvati or Lavender.
"What is going on?" He wondered aloud.
