I think this is a great chapter, in which the conflict is resolved in David's heart, at least. I'm still mad at him, obviously. I've got two surprises this chapter! Read on.
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Chapter 8: It's Not Halloween!
From the back of the room, where Snape seemed to be patrolling for any false moves from Harry, he neglected to see two people talking. Two people who should be mortal enemies.
My sister and Draco Malfoy.
Taking notes was one of the hardest things I've ever done. Trying to write down things that Snape was saying while he was saying them was an extremely difficult task. So much that my mind started to wander from the lesson, which was a prerequisite to our first potion, the one I had conveniently forgotten the name of.
"Galis!" Snape said sharply, looking directly at me. "What are you doing?"
"I-I-I'm taking notes, sir," I answered, trying to keep my cool.
"I would suggest you learn a better method," sneered Snape coldly. "Word-for-word notes are hardly worth the effort." I caught sight of Angel rolling her eyes.
"I will try, sir," I confirmed to him, my face pink as the class laughed at my trial. So I'd never taken notes before, so what?
"See that you do," he moved on, to my great relief.
"Galis!" I looked up again, but saw he was addressing my sister. I grumbled under my breath as I watched her.
"Yes, sir?" she asked. Her voice was trembling. I could tell she was scared. Literally frightened of him.
"You seem to be taking better notes than your brother. Tell me, what would I get if I added powdered root of Asphodel to an infusion of Wormwood?"
"A sleeping potion so strong it's called the Draught of Living Death," Angel answered promptly. It was one of the questions Harry had been asked at the beginning of the class, something Angel would know right off the top of her head.
Of course, I had never really paid attention to the little details. She had.
"Good, very good," he said, moving away. "Five points to Griffindor."
Wait a second. Had Snape just given Griffindor points? Apparently, he had.
"That's a first," Ron whispered in shock.
"Favorite," I muttered and packed up my things as the bell rang.
"Read pages two through fifteen and write a summary of those pages and our lesson today," Snape announced. Goody, our first bit of homework for the year.
Charms was the next class.
The moment we entered the class, I knew I was going to have major problems. We had the class with the Hufflepuffs, but Flitwick, a short, oglop-like man, gave us a seating chart the moment we were on his threshold.
And on the front row? Guess who.
In the following order: Harry, Hermione, Ron, Angel, me. Of course, the first lesson? Levitation of feathers.
"Remember this, babe?" Angel smirked. The familiar scene between Hermione and Ron played out, with input from Angel now.
"Stop, stop, stop!" both girls said at once.
"You're going to put someone's eye out," Hermione told Ron.
"You might blow something up," Angel added, not being helpful at all.
"You're saying it wrong. It's Levi-o-sa, not Levi-o-sa," Hermione put in.
"And you swish and flick, not triple-swish, break-the-wand," Angel said, hiding a smile.
"Then you two do it, go ahead," Ron growled, throwing his wand down.
"Yeah, Angel, let's see you do it," I told her. "It's not like-"
"Windgardium Leviosa!" both girls swished and flicked their wands as though in perfect sync. Both white feathers fluttered into the air.
"Oh, look, everyone, Miss Granger and Miss Galis have done it!" Flitwick cried. Ron and I sank to our tabletops, exchanging a dark look.
"She's a nightmare, honestly!" Ron was yelling as we made our way to the Great Hall for lunch.
"They both are," I growled darkly, forgetting totally the books and the movie. I didn't care. My sister had no right to do that to Ron. Regardless of who she though she was. "She thinks she's my mother, just because she's older than me."
"By how much?" Harry asked.
"About seven...er...seven minutes," I had almost said years. Almost given it away. "Feels more like seven years though, with how different we are."
"You can say that again, Galis. It's a wonder the two of you are related."
Malfoy had came across us.
"Go eat a slug, Malfoy," I snarled, brushing past him. Harry, Ron, and Seamus, who had also been walking with us, gawked at me.
"You would think the wind had simply blown him here," Malfoy said, smirking as he walked away.
Harry and Ron exchanged a startled look.
Herbology was next.
"Have you guys seen Hermione?" Angel asked me immediately upon entering Greenhouse 1. "She said she was going to get her books from Flitwick's and I haven't seen her since!"
"It's not Halloween yet..." I started a little. Was this happening sooner than before? Not that I cared about my "motherly" sister.
"I know it's not Halloween yet," Angel snapped. "I don't care about that, kid, I want to know where Hermione is. Have you seen her?" Seems like she doesn't care about me, either. Bully for her.
"Is Miss Hermione Granger here?" called Professor Sprout, the Herbology teacher.
"Professor!" Angel called to her, completely ignoring us now. "Professor, Hermione's gone missing. May I have permission to go look for her?"
"You'll have to wait, Miss Galis, I'm sorry," Professor Sprout said. "I'll give you a late pass after class so you can look for her before your next class."
Angel was nearly jumping up and down in anticipation for the bell to ring as she waited impatiently. She paid close attention and took her notes, but she was still the first out of her seat when the bell rang and the second out the door after Professor Sprout.
Angel was gone during Transfiguration, our last class. Hermione must be seriously lost or something. Not that I cared.
When they were gone during dinner, though, that's when I got worried.
"You guys, Angel never misses a meal," I said, keeping my voice clear. "I'm worried."
The door opened with a bang.
"Werewolf! Werewolf in the dungeons!" It was someone I never would have expected to shout like that. It was Snape.
As soon as that was sounded, the entire Great Hall burst into wild clamor to get out.
"SILENCE!" Dumbledore stood and told the prefects to lead their Houses to their Common Rooms.
Ron and I ran to the door, but I never made it. Harry caught my collar and held me back.
"Harry, didn't you hear? A werewolf!"
"I heard," he said, his eyes wide. "But Hermione and Angel don't know!"
"We don't know where they are!"
"I do," Ron had reappeared.
"Where? Where's my sister, Ron?" I clutched his arm in fear for Angel's life. Suddenly, I was worried. I didn't want Angel to become a werewolf. She may act like she's my mother at times, but she was still my sister.
"In the girl's bathroom around the corner. I saw Angel go in just before Transfiguration. I didn't have time to go get her, though, or I would've been late."
"Let's go," Harry said, taking off without confirmation.
The three of us took off down the corridor and dove into the bathroom.
"They're not here!" Harry shouted upon entrance.
"Where could they be?" I danced on the spot, feeling helpless.
"Come on, we've got to get upstairs," Ron said, taking off out the door. The moment we did, we heard a distant, but distinct, howl.
"It's still in the dungeons," I sighed a bit. "Angel wouldn't be stupid enough to be down there. Neither would Hermione."
"How do you know?" Harry asked anxiously.
"I stayed with Hermione a week before leaving she's been reading every book she can get her hands on, and so has Angel. They would know the danger. I know Angel well enough, and she's not a very brave or daring person, despite a lot of things. Come on, I know they'll be safe, wherever they are."
With that, we took off for the Common Room.
Not before running head-on into the werewolf only steps away, though.
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Ooooooh, cliffhanger. Dee insisted on this one, sorry guys! The next chapter is called "Loopy Roman Werewolf". Can anyone take a guess who this chapter is based on? Hint: There are two different werewolves and one of them is named after the brother of Rome.