CHAPTER 10- TAKING ACTION
Over the next few weeks, Hogwarts was decorated and ready for the big Halloween feast. Orange posters of pumpkins and such decorated the walls, while decorative splashes of orange paint were situated on the ceiling. Even the fifth-years were scared when spooky laughs emitted from the helmets of the suits of armour.
Joe was in the common room. He was resting his left arm on the table, a quill in his right hand, scribbling furiously. Finally, he sat back up. "Aaaah! I can't do this!" he screamed. Laura was standing directly behind him. "What's wrong?" she inquired. Joe stood up and moved his shoulders around in a circle. He looked at her. "I'm gonna have to do something soon." he said. Laura stared right back at him. "Don't do anything stupid," she warned. He nodded, then collected his books and ran out of the common room.
Mort Malfoy held a note in his hand. On the note, scribbled in his hieroglyphic like writing, were the words- Antibody, need poison to work. Joe sat beside his bed, looking puzzled. Mort Malfoy wasn't a likeable person, he was a complete sicko, but Joe needed him to work out the clues. He kept staring at the piece of paper over and over, trying to figure out what it meant. Puzzles weren't his forte.
Laura looked over the note over and over again. "Maybe he means you need a sample of the Basilisk's venom to make the curse go away?" she wondered out loud. Joe shrugged. "Dunno," he said casually. He flicked his eyes over the note. McGonagall came in, but she wasn't wearing the flustered look. Instead she held a note in her hand, which she waved about like a battleaxe.
"Halloween Ball!" she shouted. She stuck the note on the noticeboard, then crossed the room toward the two. "I put you in Slytherin!" she barked at Laura. Laura's eyes darted shiftily across the room. "Umm.. I-I was.asked to be in here! Yeah, that's right. The Slytherin common room's under decoration, so I needed to go to my closest friend's room, so I chose Joe and came here!" she said uneasily. McGonagall observed her suspiciously, but said no more.
Joe went over to the noticeboard and plucked the notice from it. He scanned it with his eyes than looked at Laura, wide-eyed. The only words he could utter made no sense. "I'm not.fancy dress." he muttered. "What's wrong?" she said. She walked over to him and picked up the note. She read it, and burst into fits of laughter. "Fancy dress!?" she screamed. She stopped laughing abruptly, and then burst into fits of giggles again.
"Laura, this isn't funny!" he said seriously. His cheeks were bright red. "W-Why?" she said shakily. She was on the verge of laughter again. Joe blushed furiously. "A ball means getting partners." he said. Laura moved beside him. "You're joking!" he said, catching on. She shook her head. "It'll be fun! C'mon!" she laughed. "The ball's next week!" Joe shook his head. Sometimes, he thought, just sometimes, I'd like to be an ordinary Muggle who didn't have a clue what was going on.
Over the next few weeks, Hogwarts was decorated and ready for the big Halloween feast. Orange posters of pumpkins and such decorated the walls, while decorative splashes of orange paint were situated on the ceiling. Even the fifth-years were scared when spooky laughs emitted from the helmets of the suits of armour.
Joe was in the common room. He was resting his left arm on the table, a quill in his right hand, scribbling furiously. Finally, he sat back up. "Aaaah! I can't do this!" he screamed. Laura was standing directly behind him. "What's wrong?" she inquired. Joe stood up and moved his shoulders around in a circle. He looked at her. "I'm gonna have to do something soon." he said. Laura stared right back at him. "Don't do anything stupid," she warned. He nodded, then collected his books and ran out of the common room.
Mort Malfoy held a note in his hand. On the note, scribbled in his hieroglyphic like writing, were the words- Antibody, need poison to work. Joe sat beside his bed, looking puzzled. Mort Malfoy wasn't a likeable person, he was a complete sicko, but Joe needed him to work out the clues. He kept staring at the piece of paper over and over, trying to figure out what it meant. Puzzles weren't his forte.
Laura looked over the note over and over again. "Maybe he means you need a sample of the Basilisk's venom to make the curse go away?" she wondered out loud. Joe shrugged. "Dunno," he said casually. He flicked his eyes over the note. McGonagall came in, but she wasn't wearing the flustered look. Instead she held a note in her hand, which she waved about like a battleaxe.
"Halloween Ball!" she shouted. She stuck the note on the noticeboard, then crossed the room toward the two. "I put you in Slytherin!" she barked at Laura. Laura's eyes darted shiftily across the room. "Umm.. I-I was.asked to be in here! Yeah, that's right. The Slytherin common room's under decoration, so I needed to go to my closest friend's room, so I chose Joe and came here!" she said uneasily. McGonagall observed her suspiciously, but said no more.
Joe went over to the noticeboard and plucked the notice from it. He scanned it with his eyes than looked at Laura, wide-eyed. The only words he could utter made no sense. "I'm not.fancy dress." he muttered. "What's wrong?" she said. She walked over to him and picked up the note. She read it, and burst into fits of laughter. "Fancy dress!?" she screamed. She stopped laughing abruptly, and then burst into fits of giggles again.
"Laura, this isn't funny!" he said seriously. His cheeks were bright red. "W-Why?" she said shakily. She was on the verge of laughter again. Joe blushed furiously. "A ball means getting partners." he said. Laura moved beside him. "You're joking!" he said, catching on. She shook her head. "It'll be fun! C'mon!" she laughed. "The ball's next week!" Joe shook his head. Sometimes, he thought, just sometimes, I'd like to be an ordinary Muggle who didn't have a clue what was going on.