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Chapter Six: A Very Bad Sign

Ralph's body relaxed slightly as he ceased blowing and allowed the conch to hang limply by his side. He lifted his other arm to his face to shield his eyes from the malevolent sunshine. "Where are they?" he muttered.
Simon struggled to stand on legs that had lost circulation from being sat on. "There," he said, pointing. He smiled reassuringly. "See, Ralph? They're coming."
Lowering his raised hand, Ralph heaved a sigh. "Took 'em long enough," he grumbled, then returned the other's smile. He gestured widely for silence from everyone. They almost immediately obeyed, waiting in eager anticipation for an assembly.
However, there would be no such assembly; Ralph just pointed to the pool and said, "Back to work. All of you. Now."
There were loud groans of protest as the boys started to pick up logs.
"What 'bout my asthma?" Piggy protested.
"Sucks to your ass-mar," Ralph sighed, then, pointing toward the mages, he added, "You, too."
The Hogwarts students glanced at each other, shrugged, and started to work, Draco mumbling something obscene under his breath about the "stupid Muggles".

At last the wall was dismissed as "good enough" and everyone who hadn't wandered off already abandoned the remainder of the project. The sun was setting, and some of the smaller children waddled toward the huts to go to sleep.
Jack and company had headed in the jungle to hunt (and look for the two "misplaced" spears)...although they couldn't escape Hermione, who had apparently decided to pass time by lecturing them on the errors of their ways, and why wild hogs had as much right as anyone to life. "Honestly!" she shouted at them in the most disapproving tone she could muster as they disappeared into the trees. She was answered by all the things Jack would have done to her if she wasn't a girl.

Draco leaned against the palm tree in meditative posture, his eyes closed and his head resting on his chest. A small hand on his knee made his eyes flutter open.
"Ask him!" Henry whispered bossily in Johnny's ears.
"No," Johnny whimpered, "I touched him - you ask him."
"No, you!"
"You!"
"Fine," Henry snorted.
*What is their problem?* Draco wondered irritably, glancing from the first little boy to the second. "Um, mister," one of them asked shyly, "are you a...wizard?"
*How could they know?* the young mage wondered. "Yes," Draco drawled, eyeing them. They squeaked and the Slytherin couldn't help but smile...silly Muggles..."Yes, I am, and...I'm going to..." Draco paused to think. What were Muggles afraid of? Oh, yes, he remembered someone saying that the Muggles thought wizards would turn them into frogs...."turn you both into frogs!"
The two frightened children shot each other glances before running as fast as they could away from the Draco.
"I knew he was a wizard!" Johnny started to cry. "I knew it!"

Harry and Ron ambled up and down the scar of the isle with increasing boredom.
"Where do you s'pose Fred and George are?" Ron said after awhile.
Harry shrugged. "Dunno," he said absently.
"Anywhere, knowing them," Ron said, answering his own question. Then another question posed itself. "Ginny - where's she?"
Harry yawned. "Just fine, I'm sure."
Ron shook his head, frowning. "Harry, what's your problem? Why're you so...out of it?"
Harry deliberated with himself for a few seconds before deciding not to tell Ron about the slight pain that was shooting up his scar, knowing what his friend's reaction would be if...
"Tired, I guess," the Boy Who Lived replied lamely.