The next morning didn't start out the best it could be. It wasn't that the
sky was gray; in fact it was sunny and fresh-smelling after the good rain
we had the night before. It was Malfoy. We walked into the Great Hall to
see him giving a spirited (and incredibly inaccurate) imitation of Harry
fainting. However, the Slytherins found it extremely entertaining.
Behind Harry, I heard Hermione whisper through clenched teeth, "Ignore him. Just ignore him, its not worth it."
"Hey Potter!" Squealed Pansy Parkinson. "Potter! The dementors are coming, Potter! -Wooooooo-!"
I hated that girl. I didn't know what Malfoy say in her; she was really ugly, and -reeealy- annoying.
Harry plopped next to George.
"New third-year course schedules," George said, handing them to us. "What's up with you, Harry?"
"Malfoy," I answered for him, sitting on my brother's other side.
"That little git," he said, shaking his head. "He wasn't so cocky last night when the dementors were down at our end of the train. Came running into our compartment, didn't he, Fred?"
"Nearly wet himself," Fred said, smirking a Malfoy momentarily.
"I wasn't too happy myself," George said thoughtfully. "They're horrible things, those dementors...."
"Sort of freeze your insides don't they?" asked Fred.
"You didn't pass out, though, did you?" asked Harry bitterly.
"Forget it," George said. "Dad had to go out to Azkaban one time, remember, Fred? And he said it was the worst place he'd ever been, he came back all weak and shaking....They suck the happiness out of a place, dementors. Most of the prisoners go mad there."
"Anyway, we'll see how happy Malfoy looks after our first Quidditch match. Gryffindor versus Slytherin, first game of the season, remember?"
I knew that Fred had changed the subject on purpose. However, I didn't inquire. Instead, my attention turned to Hermione's schedule.
"Hermione," I said, incredulously. " They've messed up your schedule. Look-- -They've got you down for about ten subjects a day. There isn't enough -time-."
"I'll manage. I've fixed it all with Professor McGonagall," she said, helping herself to toast.
"But look," I said, grabbing her schedule and laughing, "see this morning? Nine o'clock, Divination. And underneath, nine o'clock, Muggle Studies. And"--- I stared down at the schedule.--- "-look-, underneath that, Arithmancy, -nine o'clock-. I mean, I know you're good Hermione, but no one's -that- good. How're you supposed to be in three classes at once?"
"Don't be silly," she said. "Of course I won't be in three classes at once."
Well then---"
She interrupted me, "Pass the marmalade."
"But-"
"Oh Ron, what's it to you if my schedule's a bit full?" she asked. She flat out refused to go into it. "I told you, I've fixed it all with Professor McGonagall."
Hagrid entered the Great Hall, looking pleased about something.
"All righ'?" he asked. "Yer in my firs' ever lesson! Right after lunch! Bin up since five getting' everythin' ready....Hope it's okay....Me, a teacher...Hones'ly...."
"Wonder he's been getting ready?" I asked. I didn't feel like getting my head bitten off the first day back. "We'd better go, look, Divination's at the top of the North Tower. It'll take us ten minutes to get there...."
So we finished our breakfast in a bit of a hurry.
We got lost on the way. We found our way to the top of the south tower. When a knight clanked back into a painting at the top of the tower, I spun around.
"Aha!" he yelled, looking at us. "What villains are these, that trespass upon my private lands! Come to scorn at my fall, perchance? Draw, you knaves, you dogs!"
The guy was a complete loony. He brandished his sword and fell face down.
"Are you alright?" asked Harry.
"Get back, you scurvy braggart! Back, you rogue!" he screeched. He tried to stand by leaning on his sword, but that caused the sword to get stuck in the grass.
"Listen," harry said. "We're looking for the North Tower. You don't know the way, do you?"
"A quest!" The knight yelled delightedly. "Come follow me, dear friends, and we shall find our goal, or else shall perish bravely in the charge."
The only perishing that would happen to us was we would go just as crazy as he was. He tried to mount his pony but failed.
"On foot then, good sirs and gentle lady!" he cried. "On! On!"
I was getting tired from all this walking and running all over the castle, but followed nonetheless. We finally reached the rest of the class on a landing at the top of a narrow staircase.
"Farewell!" the knight yelled. "Farewell, my comrades-in-arms! If ever you have need of a noble heart and steely sinew, call upon Sir Cadogan!"
"Yeah, we'll call on you," I mumbled. "If we ever need someone mental."
I looked up and saw a circular trap-door. I pointed it out to Harry.
"Sibyll Trelawney, Divination teacher. How're we supposed to get up there?" Harry asked.
A silver ladder slid out of the door when it opened. It landed at Harry's feet.
"After you," I said.
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Wow. That was twice as long as the last chapter.
Behind Harry, I heard Hermione whisper through clenched teeth, "Ignore him. Just ignore him, its not worth it."
"Hey Potter!" Squealed Pansy Parkinson. "Potter! The dementors are coming, Potter! -Wooooooo-!"
I hated that girl. I didn't know what Malfoy say in her; she was really ugly, and -reeealy- annoying.
Harry plopped next to George.
"New third-year course schedules," George said, handing them to us. "What's up with you, Harry?"
"Malfoy," I answered for him, sitting on my brother's other side.
"That little git," he said, shaking his head. "He wasn't so cocky last night when the dementors were down at our end of the train. Came running into our compartment, didn't he, Fred?"
"Nearly wet himself," Fred said, smirking a Malfoy momentarily.
"I wasn't too happy myself," George said thoughtfully. "They're horrible things, those dementors...."
"Sort of freeze your insides don't they?" asked Fred.
"You didn't pass out, though, did you?" asked Harry bitterly.
"Forget it," George said. "Dad had to go out to Azkaban one time, remember, Fred? And he said it was the worst place he'd ever been, he came back all weak and shaking....They suck the happiness out of a place, dementors. Most of the prisoners go mad there."
"Anyway, we'll see how happy Malfoy looks after our first Quidditch match. Gryffindor versus Slytherin, first game of the season, remember?"
I knew that Fred had changed the subject on purpose. However, I didn't inquire. Instead, my attention turned to Hermione's schedule.
"Hermione," I said, incredulously. " They've messed up your schedule. Look-- -They've got you down for about ten subjects a day. There isn't enough -time-."
"I'll manage. I've fixed it all with Professor McGonagall," she said, helping herself to toast.
"But look," I said, grabbing her schedule and laughing, "see this morning? Nine o'clock, Divination. And underneath, nine o'clock, Muggle Studies. And"--- I stared down at the schedule.--- "-look-, underneath that, Arithmancy, -nine o'clock-. I mean, I know you're good Hermione, but no one's -that- good. How're you supposed to be in three classes at once?"
"Don't be silly," she said. "Of course I won't be in three classes at once."
Well then---"
She interrupted me, "Pass the marmalade."
"But-"
"Oh Ron, what's it to you if my schedule's a bit full?" she asked. She flat out refused to go into it. "I told you, I've fixed it all with Professor McGonagall."
Hagrid entered the Great Hall, looking pleased about something.
"All righ'?" he asked. "Yer in my firs' ever lesson! Right after lunch! Bin up since five getting' everythin' ready....Hope it's okay....Me, a teacher...Hones'ly...."
"Wonder he's been getting ready?" I asked. I didn't feel like getting my head bitten off the first day back. "We'd better go, look, Divination's at the top of the North Tower. It'll take us ten minutes to get there...."
So we finished our breakfast in a bit of a hurry.
We got lost on the way. We found our way to the top of the south tower. When a knight clanked back into a painting at the top of the tower, I spun around.
"Aha!" he yelled, looking at us. "What villains are these, that trespass upon my private lands! Come to scorn at my fall, perchance? Draw, you knaves, you dogs!"
The guy was a complete loony. He brandished his sword and fell face down.
"Are you alright?" asked Harry.
"Get back, you scurvy braggart! Back, you rogue!" he screeched. He tried to stand by leaning on his sword, but that caused the sword to get stuck in the grass.
"Listen," harry said. "We're looking for the North Tower. You don't know the way, do you?"
"A quest!" The knight yelled delightedly. "Come follow me, dear friends, and we shall find our goal, or else shall perish bravely in the charge."
The only perishing that would happen to us was we would go just as crazy as he was. He tried to mount his pony but failed.
"On foot then, good sirs and gentle lady!" he cried. "On! On!"
I was getting tired from all this walking and running all over the castle, but followed nonetheless. We finally reached the rest of the class on a landing at the top of a narrow staircase.
"Farewell!" the knight yelled. "Farewell, my comrades-in-arms! If ever you have need of a noble heart and steely sinew, call upon Sir Cadogan!"
"Yeah, we'll call on you," I mumbled. "If we ever need someone mental."
I looked up and saw a circular trap-door. I pointed it out to Harry.
"Sibyll Trelawney, Divination teacher. How're we supposed to get up there?" Harry asked.
A silver ladder slid out of the door when it opened. It landed at Harry's feet.
"After you," I said.
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Wow. That was twice as long as the last chapter.