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Chapter Four: "Wizards Isn't Real!"
A nauseating wave of deja vu washed over Ralph as he waded waist-deep in the bathing pool. "Hand me another one," he called over his shoulder to Simon. Simon fumbled slightly as he handed another cumbersome log to Ralph. They were building a wall that cut off a small section of the bathing pool so that Hermione and Ginny could wash too if they wanted. Nearly everyone had volunteered, but once again, only Simon had stayed. Hermione occasionally appeared from the woods, inquired as to how they were doing, offered some small assistance, and was gone again, but only Ralph and Simon were doing any real work.
"Hunting? Those poor animals?" Hermione asked, eyes widening with disgust.
"Yup," Roger said tersely as he continued to sharpen his spear.
Hermione glowered. "You're sick!"
The boy looked up at her for a few seconds and shrugged as he returned to the spear. "Maybe," he said too casually for the witch's comfort.
"Who's in charge of this...hunting?" she spit out the last word like it was a filthy germ she could catch if she didn't dispel it quickly enough.
"Jack," answered Roger coolly. "Now you're in the way. Move it." He gestured with his spear for her to step to the side.
Hermione shook her head and strode away.
A few littluns watched as Harry and Ron walked frantically up and down the beach and through the jungle, murmuring stuff about the wands they'd mentioned earlier and some obscure item called an Invisibility Cloak.
"Maybe they're...wizards," Percival Whemys Madison suggested fearfully.
"You think so?" breathed a wide-eyed Johnny. "Oooh..."
"They're not wizards," scoffed Henry, a bit preoccupied with the anthill he was destroying, "Wizards isn't real."