Truth is in the Air
Chapter One: Girlie Purfume
Harry awoke on that bleak autumn morning. The atmosphere was eerie and the air was sweetly perfumed. He pulled back his curtains and realised the aroma became stronger. Ron poked his sleepy head out of his own curtains and his face screwed up at Harry.
"Oy Harry, have you been using girlie purfume?" he asked with a sleepy laugh.
"No I thought it was you" replied Harry and laughed along with Ron.
They went down to breakfast together and met Hermione there, who was reading a copy of Shadows and Souls.
"I heard about that book, they said some kid went mental after reading that" said Ron, pointing accusingly at the dark leather-bound book.
"Oh come on that's just an urban legend, nothing I've read so far has made me remotely mental." said Hermione, putting the book down.
"Oh wait...that's right...you were mental even before you started reading it, sorry...my mistake."
"Do you mind, I'm trying to finish this." said Hermione with an annoyed air.
After a minute of silence Harry began observing the way everyone was acting. They were all fanning themselves and were quite silent. Most students who said something quickly became embarassed and went red, a blonde girl from the Ravenclaw table even ran away after saying something to a spunky brown haired boy who sat opposite her. Then Harry realised that the smell had grown unbearably strong and he felt naucious.
"What do you think this smell is?" Harry asked Ron and Hermione who were both busily spreading their golden peices of toast with an odd coloured jam.
"I dunno... it's really irritating, maybe it's from Trewalney but it's different somehow" answered Ron as he covered his nose with his hand for a moment, then got back to his toast.
Then out of nowhere came Draco, looking smug as usual.
"Well, well, well who do we have here, the famous Harry Potter, er.. Ron Weasley and the stunning Hermione Granger" the blonde boy exclaimed, and couldn't beleive his words as he said this. His eyes bulged out and he looked confused and surprised at the same time.
"I mean the uggl... ugg... ug... bushy haired .... ugglll.." he tried again, but the words just didn't come, he couldn't make himself say it.
Crabb and Goyle who were standing at either of his sides looked at each other and shrugged. Draco then looked irritated and walked off. Hermione glanced at Harry and then at Ron, with a puzzled expression on her face.
"What's up with him?" Ron asked and scratched his head.
"I don't know, maybe he's up to no good again, what a loser" answered Harry.
Hermione just shrugged and continued to look puzzled as she turned to look at the grey view
outside the window. Her soul was posessed by questions and her spirit soaring high.
Chapter One: Girlie Purfume
Harry awoke on that bleak autumn morning. The atmosphere was eerie and the air was sweetly perfumed. He pulled back his curtains and realised the aroma became stronger. Ron poked his sleepy head out of his own curtains and his face screwed up at Harry.
"Oy Harry, have you been using girlie purfume?" he asked with a sleepy laugh.
"No I thought it was you" replied Harry and laughed along with Ron.
They went down to breakfast together and met Hermione there, who was reading a copy of Shadows and Souls.
"I heard about that book, they said some kid went mental after reading that" said Ron, pointing accusingly at the dark leather-bound book.
"Oh come on that's just an urban legend, nothing I've read so far has made me remotely mental." said Hermione, putting the book down.
"Oh wait...that's right...you were mental even before you started reading it, sorry...my mistake."
"Do you mind, I'm trying to finish this." said Hermione with an annoyed air.
After a minute of silence Harry began observing the way everyone was acting. They were all fanning themselves and were quite silent. Most students who said something quickly became embarassed and went red, a blonde girl from the Ravenclaw table even ran away after saying something to a spunky brown haired boy who sat opposite her. Then Harry realised that the smell had grown unbearably strong and he felt naucious.
"What do you think this smell is?" Harry asked Ron and Hermione who were both busily spreading their golden peices of toast with an odd coloured jam.
"I dunno... it's really irritating, maybe it's from Trewalney but it's different somehow" answered Ron as he covered his nose with his hand for a moment, then got back to his toast.
Then out of nowhere came Draco, looking smug as usual.
"Well, well, well who do we have here, the famous Harry Potter, er.. Ron Weasley and the stunning Hermione Granger" the blonde boy exclaimed, and couldn't beleive his words as he said this. His eyes bulged out and he looked confused and surprised at the same time.
"I mean the uggl... ugg... ug... bushy haired .... ugglll.." he tried again, but the words just didn't come, he couldn't make himself say it.
Crabb and Goyle who were standing at either of his sides looked at each other and shrugged. Draco then looked irritated and walked off. Hermione glanced at Harry and then at Ron, with a puzzled expression on her face.
"What's up with him?" Ron asked and scratched his head.
"I don't know, maybe he's up to no good again, what a loser" answered Harry.
Hermione just shrugged and continued to look puzzled as she turned to look at the grey view
outside the window. Her soul was posessed by questions and her spirit soaring high.
