The pain slowly disappeared as the hooded figure loosed its grip on
Hermione. The crazed laughed grew softer and softer until it was no more
than a chuckle. Hermione remained cautious as she slowly opened one eye.
She could recognize that giggle anywhere. The hooded figure took several
steps back as it took of the hood, revealing a bright smiling face.
Hermione took a deep breath and sighed, but her heart rate was still racing. She should have known. Anger made her fists tense, but she soon joined in with the laughter, knowing her comrade had pulled off a good revenge.
"That was a good one, you can't deny it. You were scared like shit."
"Yeah, I know. You got me; I fell for it. So were even now?"
"Yeah we're even now," Margaret agreed as she threw the cloak on the bed.
Both Margaret and Cammi knew about Hermione's experiences with "He who must not be named" and they knew it did not take much to get Hermione into a panic. Maggie put out her hand and Hermione shook it.
"So where did you get that cloak? You looked really freakish."
Maggie smiled. "Harry said I could use his since he had jeans and a t- shirt on under the cloak. I'm suppose to send it back with Hedwig when she's ready to go."
"Oh you sly lil' Bitch!" Hermione exclaimed, but not in a mean way. Margaret did not take it offensively and giggled.
Shortly after, Hermione once again picked up her book from the floor and searched for the right page. Margaret sat on her own bed beside Hermione's and started writing her story.
Once again Hermione became sucked into the plot and her mind left 807 Beechur Dr. She was very startled when the telephone rang a half-hour later.
Since Hermione was a muggle-born, she knew all about muggle gadgets, such as the telephone.
"Hello?" She answered.
"Hello Hermione, it's Mum. How are things?"
"Oh hi Mum! Everything is just fine here. You?"
"Well, were are all fine here."
Ever since Hermione could remember, the three families (Margaret's, Cammi's and her own) had come to the vacation home and spent several weeks all together. Now that the girls were 16 and were able to drive, they were allowed to drive up on their own and stay for two months, the rest of the summer. It had been a month since they had arrived.
"Listen, Hunny, Grandma Liz has recently fallen quite ill. Um, so we are going to fly over to America to go see her. I hate to cut your vacation so short, but I feel that this trip is really necessary under these circumstances. The plane leaves at 6:00 a.m. on Friday, so you have the rest of the week to pack and such. We will stay for the remainder of the summer. Bring everything with you. We will pick you up at 4:30 Thursday evening and stay in a hotel not far from the airport the night. You okay with all this?"
"Um. . . um. . . yeah. . . right. Okay, so Margaret and Camryn are to stay here?"
"Have them call their parents. Okay? So I will see you soon."
"Bye Mum."
"Bye Hermione."
Hermione hung up the phone and laid back against the pillow. Hermione explained to Cammi who understood and called her parents. Hermione began packing. Once almost everything was together, she started her work on Hedwig's wing and sent her on her way with the black cloak. The girls then began making plans for the rest of the week.
Hermione took a deep breath and sighed, but her heart rate was still racing. She should have known. Anger made her fists tense, but she soon joined in with the laughter, knowing her comrade had pulled off a good revenge.
"That was a good one, you can't deny it. You were scared like shit."
"Yeah, I know. You got me; I fell for it. So were even now?"
"Yeah we're even now," Margaret agreed as she threw the cloak on the bed.
Both Margaret and Cammi knew about Hermione's experiences with "He who must not be named" and they knew it did not take much to get Hermione into a panic. Maggie put out her hand and Hermione shook it.
"So where did you get that cloak? You looked really freakish."
Maggie smiled. "Harry said I could use his since he had jeans and a t- shirt on under the cloak. I'm suppose to send it back with Hedwig when she's ready to go."
"Oh you sly lil' Bitch!" Hermione exclaimed, but not in a mean way. Margaret did not take it offensively and giggled.
Shortly after, Hermione once again picked up her book from the floor and searched for the right page. Margaret sat on her own bed beside Hermione's and started writing her story.
Once again Hermione became sucked into the plot and her mind left 807 Beechur Dr. She was very startled when the telephone rang a half-hour later.
Since Hermione was a muggle-born, she knew all about muggle gadgets, such as the telephone.
"Hello?" She answered.
"Hello Hermione, it's Mum. How are things?"
"Oh hi Mum! Everything is just fine here. You?"
"Well, were are all fine here."
Ever since Hermione could remember, the three families (Margaret's, Cammi's and her own) had come to the vacation home and spent several weeks all together. Now that the girls were 16 and were able to drive, they were allowed to drive up on their own and stay for two months, the rest of the summer. It had been a month since they had arrived.
"Listen, Hunny, Grandma Liz has recently fallen quite ill. Um, so we are going to fly over to America to go see her. I hate to cut your vacation so short, but I feel that this trip is really necessary under these circumstances. The plane leaves at 6:00 a.m. on Friday, so you have the rest of the week to pack and such. We will stay for the remainder of the summer. Bring everything with you. We will pick you up at 4:30 Thursday evening and stay in a hotel not far from the airport the night. You okay with all this?"
"Um. . . um. . . yeah. . . right. Okay, so Margaret and Camryn are to stay here?"
"Have them call their parents. Okay? So I will see you soon."
"Bye Mum."
"Bye Hermione."
Hermione hung up the phone and laid back against the pillow. Hermione explained to Cammi who understood and called her parents. Hermione began packing. Once almost everything was together, she started her work on Hedwig's wing and sent her on her way with the black cloak. The girls then began making plans for the rest of the week.
