Chapter Three! I'd like to use this opportunity to give thanks to some
people! I'd like to thank Pach Work for encouraging me and complimenting my
writing. As a Harry Potter fan she's a great inspiration. I'd like to
thank, Goddess, who has left me a comment! =^.^= And I'd like to thank
everyone who has read my fic and wants more! I will be updating on a daily
basis, just to keep it interesting!
Ron yawned loudly, stretching as he entered the great hall. "You slept late!" yelled Hermione, motioning him over. "Wot's all this?" he said, sleepy, looking around. Many of his fellow students had a look of absolute gloom on their faces. He noticed that all of them were the ones who had gotten a dose of Neville's explosion, and were looking even more transparent this morning. "We can't eat." said Lavender frowning.
"Oh?" said Ron. "Well that's a kick to the behind!"
"Yeah..." said Parvati gloomily, sticking her hand through her glass of orange juice.
"So that means...That the Slytherins that got walloped out of their bodies are faring the same too!" exclaimed Dean, having a nice chortle.
"Speaking of which..." added Seamus, through a mouthful of toast, "Where's Neville? The poor bloke was so sad last night..."
"I hope you boys didn't make fun of him!" said Hermione crossly.
"Of course we didn't Hermione!" said Harry. "We're going to be late...I hope we see Neville in transfiguration."
"Blimey...I haven't eaten a bite of food." Said Ron, dazed, as he stared at his full plate of food.
"Uh uh. We're not going to be late" said Hermione grabbing Ron's arm. "You'll just have to wait until lunch."
As the entered the classroom, all of them were very much surprised to find Neville speaking in very serious tones with Professor McGonagall. When Neville took his seat at the start of class he leaned over and whispered to Harry, "Professor McGonagall had a talk with Professor Sprout...She thinks I can get my transfiguration right if I practice with plants from herbology." He smiled broadly at Ron and Hermione who had leaned over to hear what he was saying as well. "I think she's right." exclaimed Neville. He pulled a small wooden flute out his pocket. "This used to be a Piping Pea plant! I got it right on my first try!" "Well good for you, Neville!" said Ron, giving him a hearty pat on the back. "Knew you had it in you, I did!"
"Oh...And also Professor Sprout asked me to help her re-pot Mandrakes. It's all I've been doing all this morning!" Neville continued, pointing at his dirt smudged robes. "She says the Mandrakes should be ready in a couple of months!"
"I say we smuggle Malfoy's body out of the hospital wing before her can be revived, and hide it some place good!" whispered Ron loudly.
"Ron!" hissed Hermione. Ron chuckled and shrugged his shoulders.
Ron yawned loudly, stretching as he entered the great hall. "You slept late!" yelled Hermione, motioning him over. "Wot's all this?" he said, sleepy, looking around. Many of his fellow students had a look of absolute gloom on their faces. He noticed that all of them were the ones who had gotten a dose of Neville's explosion, and were looking even more transparent this morning. "We can't eat." said Lavender frowning.
"Oh?" said Ron. "Well that's a kick to the behind!"
"Yeah..." said Parvati gloomily, sticking her hand through her glass of orange juice.
"So that means...That the Slytherins that got walloped out of their bodies are faring the same too!" exclaimed Dean, having a nice chortle.
"Speaking of which..." added Seamus, through a mouthful of toast, "Where's Neville? The poor bloke was so sad last night..."
"I hope you boys didn't make fun of him!" said Hermione crossly.
"Of course we didn't Hermione!" said Harry. "We're going to be late...I hope we see Neville in transfiguration."
"Blimey...I haven't eaten a bite of food." Said Ron, dazed, as he stared at his full plate of food.
"Uh uh. We're not going to be late" said Hermione grabbing Ron's arm. "You'll just have to wait until lunch."
As the entered the classroom, all of them were very much surprised to find Neville speaking in very serious tones with Professor McGonagall. When Neville took his seat at the start of class he leaned over and whispered to Harry, "Professor McGonagall had a talk with Professor Sprout...She thinks I can get my transfiguration right if I practice with plants from herbology." He smiled broadly at Ron and Hermione who had leaned over to hear what he was saying as well. "I think she's right." exclaimed Neville. He pulled a small wooden flute out his pocket. "This used to be a Piping Pea plant! I got it right on my first try!" "Well good for you, Neville!" said Ron, giving him a hearty pat on the back. "Knew you had it in you, I did!"
"Oh...And also Professor Sprout asked me to help her re-pot Mandrakes. It's all I've been doing all this morning!" Neville continued, pointing at his dirt smudged robes. "She says the Mandrakes should be ready in a couple of months!"
"I say we smuggle Malfoy's body out of the hospital wing before her can be revived, and hide it some place good!" whispered Ron loudly.
"Ron!" hissed Hermione. Ron chuckled and shrugged his shoulders.