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It was Saturday morning, and most Gryffindors were lounging around in the common room. Harry and Ron were playing wizard chess, and Hermione and Julie were sitting around talking with Ginny.
"Ha! I won!" yelled Ron, and got up and started dancing around the room. Mostly everyone was used to Ron's victory dance whenever he beat Harry in chess, so they all ignored him.
"That's it, I give up!" cried Harry. "I want to play with someone who doesn't always win!"
"Well, I'll play with you, Harry," said Ginny quietly.
Harry turned and looked at her. "Well, okay Ginny," he said softly, and the two went into ther corner and started setting up chess pieces.
Hermione turned and looked at Julie and Ron. "I just remembered," she said, "I have some work I have to get done. You know, prefect stuff." And with that, she headed off to her bedroom.
Julie turned to Ron. "Oh, Ron," she cried, "I just remembered. I had something to ask you. It's about the Cudley Cannons."
"Well," he smiled, "I'm an expert on that. What do you want to ask?"
"Are you familiar with a player named Henry Negoms?" Ron slowly shook his head. Julie continued. "He played about four years ago for them, and he was young, only about eighteen or nineteen. He was a chaser, and played with them for about a year."
"Hold on, said Ron. He ran upstairs, and came back clutching a giant, bright orange book. He threw it down on the table.
"The History of The Chudley Cannons," Julie read aloud from the cover.
"In here," said Ron, "Is a list of every player that every played on the Chudley Cannons."
Julie took the book and shuffled through it. Finally, she found the year that Henry Negoms played. There, listed under Chaser, was a picture of him. The same smiling, sandy haired man. There wasn't much information listed about him, except that he had attend Durmstrang School.
Julie's eyes lit up. "Hermione!" She cried, and ran to their shared bedroom.
Ron stood there, confused. "Hermione?" he asked the empty room.
Meanwhile, Julie had burst into their bedroom. Hermione was sitting at the desk, writing something. "Hermione!" cried Julie again.
Hermione smiled. "What is it, Julie?" she asked calmly.
"Could you do me a favor?"
"Most likely."
"Do you still keep in touch with Vikor Krum?" she asked her.
"We write every now and then," replied Hermione.
"Look," said Julie breathlessly, with a glint in her eye, "I need you to write to him." Obidently, Hermione took some parchment and quill out of her desk drawer. "Just make it friendly like, and then add this. Say: I was just wondering if you knew about a Quidditch player named Henry Negoms. He played for the Chudley Cannons one year, and he attended Durmstrang four or five years ago."
Hermione jotted this down, then raised an eyebrow. "Why is this guy Henry Negoms so important to you all of the sudden?"
"Oh," started Julie, "Umm, it's just for an extra credit project for Professor Smogen." For some reason, she couldn't bring herself to tell Hermione the truth. And Julie couldn't figure out why she felt this way. After all, it wasn't as if she were doing anything wrong. Still, she felt like this was her mystery, and only she and Ron could solve it.
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It was Saturday morning, and most Gryffindors were lounging around in the common room. Harry and Ron were playing wizard chess, and Hermione and Julie were sitting around talking with Ginny.
"Ha! I won!" yelled Ron, and got up and started dancing around the room. Mostly everyone was used to Ron's victory dance whenever he beat Harry in chess, so they all ignored him.
"That's it, I give up!" cried Harry. "I want to play with someone who doesn't always win!"
"Well, I'll play with you, Harry," said Ginny quietly.
Harry turned and looked at her. "Well, okay Ginny," he said softly, and the two went into ther corner and started setting up chess pieces.
Hermione turned and looked at Julie and Ron. "I just remembered," she said, "I have some work I have to get done. You know, prefect stuff." And with that, she headed off to her bedroom.
Julie turned to Ron. "Oh, Ron," she cried, "I just remembered. I had something to ask you. It's about the Cudley Cannons."
"Well," he smiled, "I'm an expert on that. What do you want to ask?"
"Are you familiar with a player named Henry Negoms?" Ron slowly shook his head. Julie continued. "He played about four years ago for them, and he was young, only about eighteen or nineteen. He was a chaser, and played with them for about a year."
"Hold on, said Ron. He ran upstairs, and came back clutching a giant, bright orange book. He threw it down on the table.
"The History of The Chudley Cannons," Julie read aloud from the cover.
"In here," said Ron, "Is a list of every player that every played on the Chudley Cannons."
Julie took the book and shuffled through it. Finally, she found the year that Henry Negoms played. There, listed under Chaser, was a picture of him. The same smiling, sandy haired man. There wasn't much information listed about him, except that he had attend Durmstrang School.
Julie's eyes lit up. "Hermione!" She cried, and ran to their shared bedroom.
Ron stood there, confused. "Hermione?" he asked the empty room.
Meanwhile, Julie had burst into their bedroom. Hermione was sitting at the desk, writing something. "Hermione!" cried Julie again.
Hermione smiled. "What is it, Julie?" she asked calmly.
"Could you do me a favor?"
"Most likely."
"Do you still keep in touch with Vikor Krum?" she asked her.
"We write every now and then," replied Hermione.
"Look," said Julie breathlessly, with a glint in her eye, "I need you to write to him." Obidently, Hermione took some parchment and quill out of her desk drawer. "Just make it friendly like, and then add this. Say: I was just wondering if you knew about a Quidditch player named Henry Negoms. He played for the Chudley Cannons one year, and he attended Durmstrang four or five years ago."
Hermione jotted this down, then raised an eyebrow. "Why is this guy Henry Negoms so important to you all of the sudden?"
"Oh," started Julie, "Umm, it's just for an extra credit project for Professor Smogen." For some reason, she couldn't bring herself to tell Hermione the truth. And Julie couldn't figure out why she felt this way. After all, it wasn't as if she were doing anything wrong. Still, she felt like this was her mystery, and only she and Ron could solve it.