The next few days were all spent studying in the library. Mid terms were coming up, and they had to be on top of things. Especially Hermione, as a prefect. The others were not prefects, but could become them next year, so they had to work hard. Not that all of them cared.
"Come on, Julie, what difference does it make if you're a prefect or not?" Ron complained. "Let's go out and have some fun."
"You know this is important to me Ron. And you should be working hard, too. You might want to be a prefect next year. It will help in where you want to go for a career. And look, even Harry's working hard. You could put a little effort in."
"You sound just like Hermione," he complained, but got to work on his Potions essay anyhow.
Later that night, Julie was the only one left in the library. Even Hermione had gone down to the common room, saying that she was going to tutor Ginny now that the two had made up and become friends.
Julie stayed because she wanted to do a little studying on the history of Quidditch players. She wanted to look to a career in Quidditch, so she was going to study how these people got their claim to fame.
After looking through a few books, she came across a very interesting looking one. It was one of the books she'd had to clean during detention about three months ago. The moving face on the cover looked deathly familiar, but she just couldn't place it. He had a familiar glint in his chocolately brown eyes.
She was soon absorbed in the story about this mysterious Quidditch player. Although the book itself looked very old, it actually wasn't. The young man, Henry Negoms, started playing Quidditch when he was only seventeen. After one year on Canada's team, he was traded to England's very own Chudley Cannons. Hmm, thought Julie, maybe Ron knows about him. The book said that after one year on the Cannons, Negoms had what looked like a very promising future as a chaser. Could have been one of the best.
But then, he just disappeared. The book said no one knew what happened to him. Some thought he was killed by Lord Voldemort, but others thought he had turned to the Dark Side. Julie flipped back to the cover. The picture of Negoms stared back at her. The young man, with sandy colored hair, smiled a pure and innocent smile. Julie couldn't help but smile back. How could someone like that be involved on the Dark Side?
But this story intrigued Julie. She just had to solve the mystery of Henry Negoms. Could it be that no one knew anything about him? Why, didn't he have any family?
Julie glanced down at her watch. It had gotten pretty late and she hadn't even noticed. Well, she could ask Ron what he knew about Negoms tomorrow. She couldn't figure this out, but she had to know. Why, she had no idea. It was just something important to her.
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A/N: I'm really sorry I didn't update in awhile! In fact, this should have been posted sooner, but, erm... I kind of got an infraction from ff.net for posting something that wasn't actually a story. I'm sorry! So I'm banned from posting anything until June 1. But who knows? Maybe I'll have time to write the next chapter while I wait for next Saturday to come. Again, I'm really sorry everyone!
"Come on, Julie, what difference does it make if you're a prefect or not?" Ron complained. "Let's go out and have some fun."
"You know this is important to me Ron. And you should be working hard, too. You might want to be a prefect next year. It will help in where you want to go for a career. And look, even Harry's working hard. You could put a little effort in."
"You sound just like Hermione," he complained, but got to work on his Potions essay anyhow.
Later that night, Julie was the only one left in the library. Even Hermione had gone down to the common room, saying that she was going to tutor Ginny now that the two had made up and become friends.
Julie stayed because she wanted to do a little studying on the history of Quidditch players. She wanted to look to a career in Quidditch, so she was going to study how these people got their claim to fame.
After looking through a few books, she came across a very interesting looking one. It was one of the books she'd had to clean during detention about three months ago. The moving face on the cover looked deathly familiar, but she just couldn't place it. He had a familiar glint in his chocolately brown eyes.
She was soon absorbed in the story about this mysterious Quidditch player. Although the book itself looked very old, it actually wasn't. The young man, Henry Negoms, started playing Quidditch when he was only seventeen. After one year on Canada's team, he was traded to England's very own Chudley Cannons. Hmm, thought Julie, maybe Ron knows about him. The book said that after one year on the Cannons, Negoms had what looked like a very promising future as a chaser. Could have been one of the best.
But then, he just disappeared. The book said no one knew what happened to him. Some thought he was killed by Lord Voldemort, but others thought he had turned to the Dark Side. Julie flipped back to the cover. The picture of Negoms stared back at her. The young man, with sandy colored hair, smiled a pure and innocent smile. Julie couldn't help but smile back. How could someone like that be involved on the Dark Side?
But this story intrigued Julie. She just had to solve the mystery of Henry Negoms. Could it be that no one knew anything about him? Why, didn't he have any family?
Julie glanced down at her watch. It had gotten pretty late and she hadn't even noticed. Well, she could ask Ron what he knew about Negoms tomorrow. She couldn't figure this out, but she had to know. Why, she had no idea. It was just something important to her.
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A/N: I'm really sorry I didn't update in awhile! In fact, this should have been posted sooner, but, erm... I kind of got an infraction from ff.net for posting something that wasn't actually a story. I'm sorry! So I'm banned from posting anything until June 1. But who knows? Maybe I'll have time to write the next chapter while I wait for next Saturday to come. Again, I'm really sorry everyone!