Chapter Five:
A week after Gryffin ran off, and the day of the faire, the Hogwarts students couldn't wait for classes to end so they could head to the faire. "We really should tell Dumbledore about Gryffin," Hermione pointed out logically. Aslin sighed and rolled her eyes. Why couldn't they understand that Gryffin was fine? That she could take care of herself? The other students were still talking about the fight between Gryffin and Draco, the one where Gryffin sliced Draco's wand in half, with a knife that came from Gryffin's own palm. Because, a little voice inside Aslin's head said. They've never seen her fighting for her life; they've never seen what she becomes. "We're not going to say anything unless someone asks," Aslin said for what seemed, the fiftieth time. Harry stared at Aslin in shock, why wasn't she going to tell someone? "We should at least look for her!" "And get ourselves in trouble? No thank you, I'll pass. I don't know about the rest of you, but I know a certain teacher who would be happy to expel us," "She does have a point," Ron said. "Snape would expel us, and besides, Gryffin's in the Forbidden Forest! We'd die in there!" He exclaimed shuddering, remembering when gigantic spiders attacked him and Harry. Aslin sighed again, wasn't there anyone, besides her and Gryffin, who had a little backbone? *** Gryffin ran through the woods, her bare feet hitting the soft ground in a rhythmic thud, her shoes were left behind days ago. Trees passed by in a green and brown blur, a thorn bush scraped her arms and legs. Gryffin had been running for a week, barely stopping to rest, yet she still wasn't having trouble breathing.
A week after Gryffin ran off, and the day of the faire, the Hogwarts students couldn't wait for classes to end so they could head to the faire. "We really should tell Dumbledore about Gryffin," Hermione pointed out logically. Aslin sighed and rolled her eyes. Why couldn't they understand that Gryffin was fine? That she could take care of herself? The other students were still talking about the fight between Gryffin and Draco, the one where Gryffin sliced Draco's wand in half, with a knife that came from Gryffin's own palm. Because, a little voice inside Aslin's head said. They've never seen her fighting for her life; they've never seen what she becomes. "We're not going to say anything unless someone asks," Aslin said for what seemed, the fiftieth time. Harry stared at Aslin in shock, why wasn't she going to tell someone? "We should at least look for her!" "And get ourselves in trouble? No thank you, I'll pass. I don't know about the rest of you, but I know a certain teacher who would be happy to expel us," "She does have a point," Ron said. "Snape would expel us, and besides, Gryffin's in the Forbidden Forest! We'd die in there!" He exclaimed shuddering, remembering when gigantic spiders attacked him and Harry. Aslin sighed again, wasn't there anyone, besides her and Gryffin, who had a little backbone? *** Gryffin ran through the woods, her bare feet hitting the soft ground in a rhythmic thud, her shoes were left behind days ago. Trees passed by in a green and brown blur, a thorn bush scraped her arms and legs. Gryffin had been running for a week, barely stopping to rest, yet she still wasn't having trouble breathing.