A/N: I haven't updated this story in so long! But I am now. I don't want to go back to school!! School starts in a week- it'll be my first year in high school. I'm going to get lost! And I won't have as much time for ff.net :( Also, I changed the title, and I have to put in a disclaimer for that. The title is a song by Stephen Sondheim, from the musical Into The Woods (the best musical ever!). Anyway, here's the story!
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It was yet another glorious Saturday morning, and as usual, Ron and Harry were at Quidditch practice. Julie sat in the bleachers watching them, and waiting for Hermione, who had slept in. With only about a half an hour left of practice, Julie figured that Hermione wasn't coming when she saw the familiar figure hurrying towards her.
"Hey, Herm!" Julie called out. She was the only one who could get away with calling Hermione "Herm." She didn't mind Mione, though.
"Julie!" smiled Hermione, as she took the seat next to her. "I hope I'm not too late. By the way, this morning I got an owl from Viktor about Henry Negoms. Here it is," said Hermione, as she handed over the letter to Julie.
Julie read it silently to herself. This is what he said about Henry Negoms. "As for that Henry Negoms fellow, yes, he did attend Durmstrang. I hardly knew him though, he was in his seventh year when I was in my first. He was already becoming a famous Quidditch player at that time, and I greatly admired him. I sent along a picture of me and him I had taken back then. I know he went to play for a Canadian team for a year, and then he was traded to the Chudley Cannons, where he played for a year. I don't really know what happened to him after that. Just disappeared. I remember his mother coming to the school one day asking if anyone had seen him, but there had been no notice of him. I don't know if any of this information helped your friend with her report, but it's all I know about him. Hope to have helped."
Just as Julie was finishing up the letter, Hermione gasped. "Shoot! I forgot I promised to meet Professor McGonagall about some work! I have to run!" And Hermione was gone.
I was a good thing, too, because Julie wouldn't have wanted Hermione to see her next reaction. Her reaction to the picture that fell out of the letter. At first Julie just recognized it as that same Quidditch player whose picture she had seen before. But he still looked familiar and it was killing her.
She decided to watch the Quidditch game to get her mind off it. But just as she was looking up, Professor Smogen rode past her on his broom. And Julie almost fell off the bleachers.
That was why Henry Negoms looked so familiar! He looked exactly like Professor Smogen! Well, not exactly alike, but they had a few of the same features. They could be brothers. Or they could be the same person.
The Quidditch practice ended soon after and Julie went running up to the field and grabbed Ron by the arm. "We need to talk," she hissed in his ear.
Ron looked confused as she lead him to some far off tree. "What's wrong?"
"Remember that Henry Negoms guy I was asking you about? Well, here's a picture of him." Julie thrust the picture into Ron's hands.
"Umm, that's nice," said Ron, still clearly puzzled. "Hey, isn't that Viktor Krum with him?"
"Yeah, yeah, that's not important," pressed Julie. "Look at Negoms. Does he look like anyone to you?"
"Well, not really," replied Ron. "Maybe if I squint a whole lot he looks a bit like McGonagall."
"Ron, this is not a time for jokes!" cried Julie. "Look at his features. Doesn't he look just like Professor Smogen?"
"Ohhh!" said Ron. Now he saw it. "But what, exactly, does this mean?"
"It means," grinned Julie, "That we've got a real mystery on our hands."
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It was yet another glorious Saturday morning, and as usual, Ron and Harry were at Quidditch practice. Julie sat in the bleachers watching them, and waiting for Hermione, who had slept in. With only about a half an hour left of practice, Julie figured that Hermione wasn't coming when she saw the familiar figure hurrying towards her.
"Hey, Herm!" Julie called out. She was the only one who could get away with calling Hermione "Herm." She didn't mind Mione, though.
"Julie!" smiled Hermione, as she took the seat next to her. "I hope I'm not too late. By the way, this morning I got an owl from Viktor about Henry Negoms. Here it is," said Hermione, as she handed over the letter to Julie.
Julie read it silently to herself. This is what he said about Henry Negoms. "As for that Henry Negoms fellow, yes, he did attend Durmstrang. I hardly knew him though, he was in his seventh year when I was in my first. He was already becoming a famous Quidditch player at that time, and I greatly admired him. I sent along a picture of me and him I had taken back then. I know he went to play for a Canadian team for a year, and then he was traded to the Chudley Cannons, where he played for a year. I don't really know what happened to him after that. Just disappeared. I remember his mother coming to the school one day asking if anyone had seen him, but there had been no notice of him. I don't know if any of this information helped your friend with her report, but it's all I know about him. Hope to have helped."
Just as Julie was finishing up the letter, Hermione gasped. "Shoot! I forgot I promised to meet Professor McGonagall about some work! I have to run!" And Hermione was gone.
I was a good thing, too, because Julie wouldn't have wanted Hermione to see her next reaction. Her reaction to the picture that fell out of the letter. At first Julie just recognized it as that same Quidditch player whose picture she had seen before. But he still looked familiar and it was killing her.
She decided to watch the Quidditch game to get her mind off it. But just as she was looking up, Professor Smogen rode past her on his broom. And Julie almost fell off the bleachers.
That was why Henry Negoms looked so familiar! He looked exactly like Professor Smogen! Well, not exactly alike, but they had a few of the same features. They could be brothers. Or they could be the same person.
The Quidditch practice ended soon after and Julie went running up to the field and grabbed Ron by the arm. "We need to talk," she hissed in his ear.
Ron looked confused as she lead him to some far off tree. "What's wrong?"
"Remember that Henry Negoms guy I was asking you about? Well, here's a picture of him." Julie thrust the picture into Ron's hands.
"Umm, that's nice," said Ron, still clearly puzzled. "Hey, isn't that Viktor Krum with him?"
"Yeah, yeah, that's not important," pressed Julie. "Look at Negoms. Does he look like anyone to you?"
"Well, not really," replied Ron. "Maybe if I squint a whole lot he looks a bit like McGonagall."
"Ron, this is not a time for jokes!" cried Julie. "Look at his features. Doesn't he look just like Professor Smogen?"
"Ohhh!" said Ron. Now he saw it. "But what, exactly, does this mean?"
"It means," grinned Julie, "That we've got a real mystery on our hands."