CHAPTER THREE
THE RESTAURANT

She opened the door to her apartment (number 18) and a furry large black cat ran to her, purring.
"I know," she proceeded to walk to the kitchen, now almost two o'clock in the morning, and got the cat some food, then changed into dry clothes and fell asleep in her bed.
***
Hermione flipped blankely though the last remaing books in the lybrary as the librarian backed the books up.
Harry and Ron stumbled in and sat piddifly down, Harry banging his head on the desk.
"This is horrible!" Ron said.
Hermione pulled her face of the page, some of the ink remaining on her check, "Any sign of Dumbledore?" she asked, yawning, realising, Harry had been angry, and held off on telling Ron about the school.
"Did a girl stop by hear?" Ron.
"Yes, actually, she wanted me to give you this," she handed Ron a letter.
"What about Harry?" Ron asked.
"I don't have one," Harry blanty said, not picking up his head.
"I can't go," Ron said, "Not without Harry," he handed her the letter back.
"Why are you handing it to me?!" Hermione asked, tossing it back at him.
"SHESH!!" Ron said, standing up, "Come on Harry, let's go," Ron said.
"Why do you need me to go?" Harry asked, on the defensive.
"What's your problem?" Ron asked.
The large mob in the dinning hall broke out into one large mob, and cleared out, rather angrily.
***
Hagrid sat outside, as Ron had made his way down the hill.
"What's wrong?" Hagrid asked.
Ron had realized he wasn't exactly sure what was wrong, "I... I... I don't know.." he said, thinking very hard, only knowing that he was mad.
"Well, I suggest you'd get going home, storm is stopped now, but it'll be back soon," Hagrid suggested.
"Yeah," Ron said, flying off.
Hagrid watched the sky, as Hermione flew off, but Harry only flew to the Quiditch field.
"What'cha doin Harry?" Hagrid asked, walking up to Harry, who had been sitting in the stands.
"What's going to happen to me?" he asked.
"What do you mean?" Hagird asked, "You'll get to go to another wizardry school, it wont be hogwarts, but at least you have a place to go. What's going to happen to me?"
"I'm sorry, I didn't realize..." Harry realized Hagrid hadn't had a place to go.
"So why was Ron in a hurry to go, I thought you three would be ready to take on what ever cursed the school."
"A school has already claimed Ron and Hermione."
"You to right Harry?"
"No, the girl said I was just a name, I guess that's what I'm mad about."
"Just a name!" Hagrid was surprised, "Harry Potter, just a name, dear boy, she's definitely not from around here. What school is that?"
"Cosmouse."
"Ah... Harry, it's best not you get messed up in that school," Hagrid said, a sudden change in his voice.
"What is it?" Harry asked.
"Remember when you learned about Hogwarts, about Gryffindor? Well, his brother-in-law had been a wizard, who had made good friends with Slytherin. He went off and created his own school. Only about fifty students get in, and they all become amazing wizards and witches, but... they never stick around. Always being lost in history I suppose."
"Cosmouse? Why did he make his own school?"
"Some say he was training an army, loyal subjects, don't remember exactly. Anyway, it seems that they are all forgotten about after you hear about them, trust me, you don't want to go there. I bet that they didn't want you because you already done so much, it would be hard for you to disappear Harry."
"Do you think that Hermonie will go?" Harry suddenly realized.
"I sure hope not," Hagrid said.
***
Hermione ran up to her room, "Where have you been all night?" her dad tried to ask, but got no answer.
"Good morning!" her mom yelled.
It was a while until she came down for breakfast, "Sorry," she apologized.
"It's OK dear," her mom said, "The toast is in the toaster, did you get what you were looking for last night."
"Actually...no."
"Tell me about it when I get home, love you!" she rushed out the door.
"Love you to..." she said, pushing her oatmeal back and forth.
"Knock knock!" someone yelled standing on the other side of the door, "Anyone home?"
A boy stood in the door way, and she opened it.
"Hi," he said.
"Can I help you?" she asked.
"It's kinda raining, can I come in?" he asked.
"I'm sorry," she moved out of the way.
"I'm Jake," he said.
She examined his thick black hair, blue eyes, and punk like clothing.
"I'm Hermione."
"Yeah, we went to elementary school together," he said, trying to remind her, "After that you just kinda disappeared. Do ya wanna go for a ride?"
"Um..." she thought about it, "Sure," she grabbed a coat, she hadn't worn it in along time, but she took it anyway.
***
Kat woke up realized what time it was and rushed into the shower, then into her work clothes (she's a hostess as a restaurant) and she feed her cat then left.
***
Oliver returned to his castle, and looked around for Kat, she wasn't there... he realized what he had said about her, but he really was worried, and went to look for her, he used a locating spell, then went to find her.
He walked up to the large restaurant, felt rather strange and decided to try it.
Inside, Hermione and Jack had ordered already, a light brunch.
"How many?" a man asked, "Sorry, the hostess isn't in yet."
"One," he said, guessing, looking around him to see if there were any other people with him that he didn't know about.
"Hi, my name is Clink, I'll be your server this morning, here's the menu," the waiter handed him a menu, "Our breakfast specials are omelet and hash, and egg soup."
"Thanks," Oliver said, not having a clue as to what either of them were, and wishing he had known a muggle.
He opened the menu, and thanked god they had pictures, at least the pictures looked edible.
Kat walked in, and into a back room, where she clocked in and started her post, taking the other waiter's spot, while he left.
"Table ten," he said, walking out the door.
"I'm not a waitress!" Kat said, getting some menus for a batch of people who had just started to pour in.
When she had the chance she reached table ten, "I'm sorry, Clint changed shifts, and well," she realized it had been Oliver, "What are you doing here?"
"Um..." he wasn't sure, "What are you doing here?"
"I work here, for money, to pay rent, and buy food," she explained as if he were the stupidest man alive.
"Well, have you decided what you want?" she asked.
Another waitress over heard, "Don't converse with the customers," she said, in the snobbish way, before walking away.
"Oh, I'll have what ever this thing is," he pointed to the egg omelet, "And.. hot cocoa."
"OK," she wrote it down on a napkin and took it to the kitchen, running to the front again, and setting another person.
Hermione had noticed Oliver Wood had been sitting in the restaurant also, and Jack noticed her noticing him.
"Do you know him?" Jack asked, trying to get her attention.
"I'm just trying to figure out why he's hear."
"Don't you think he's a little old for you?" he asked.
She blushed, "Oh, no, he went to school with me, well, that was a few years ago anyway, now he plays processional Qu--" she suddenly realized he wasn't a wizard, and wouldn't have a clue what was going on, "Football, he plays football."
"Isn't he a little young?"
"Oh, yeah... um... he was a special case I hear."
"What team is he on?"
"Um... I don't know," she answered, being caught up in her own lie.
"HEY!!" Jack tried to get Oliver's attention, "Can I have your autograph?" he asked, dragging Hermione over to his table, as they had finished all ready.
Hermione's face was enough for Oliver to understand that something was going down, he'd quickly have to figure out what was going on, and go along with it.
"My autograph?" Oliver asked, trying to get a grasp of what he would be signing.
"Yeah, aren't ya a Football player?" he asked.
"Oh," he looked at Hermione, who had been trying to explain in a very complex of sign language that kept being interrupted when Jack would look at her.
"Sure!" Oliver smiled, that sparkly eye and teeth smile, and took the pen from jack, and tried scribbling his name on the paper.
"What position do you play?" Jack asked.
"Keeper," he said.
"He mean's goalie," Hermione corrected.
"Right, Goalie," he quickly went with.
"Oh, how many saves have you gotten in your professional history?" he asked.
Oliver suddenly got the urge to turn this guy into a snail and leave, but remembered he still wanted to talk to Kat, and had already made a memory erasing appointment with the ministry of magic.
"I don't like to brag about my career," Oliver saved himself with.
"Oh, I understand.
Kat had brought Oliver his food, "Oh, who are you two?" she asked, "Did you already order?"
"Yeah, we were over there," Jack pointed.
She tried to remain friendly, "Oh, well, do you want anything else?"
"No, we're fine, actually, we were talking to this guy, Oliver was it, anyway, he's a professional Football player," Jack explained.
Now she wanted to turn into a snail, "K," she walked away, and seating yet another person.
After Oliver finished, he got the bill, and tried paying in Knuts, but lucky Hermione saved him and used some muggle money.
Oliver sat under the canopy outside, waiting for Kat to come out on brake.
"Why haven't you left?" she asked, sitting down.
"Oh, I was wondering if you would come out here, are you doing anything tonight?" he asked.
"As much as I'd like to go on a freezing cold and fighting broomstick ride, that if you would stop being here, I could say was only a dream, but obviously it's not."
"Nope... well, you've got a meeting with the ministry of magic around five, is that OK?"
"Who? Why do I have to go there?"
"Oh, because... they don't trust muggles."
"Muggles?-Oh... Well, they have every reason not to, but they also shouldn't trust their own, because they obviously couldn't have been following rules to have attacked me."
"No, I guess not," he stood up, "Where do you want me to pick you up?" he asked.
"Um... I live down that road, I can meat you under that street light," she said, pointing.
"OK, see you then," he promised.
"OK," she agreed, but in that OK freak, you better be worth this much.