"Settle down class, settle down," Professor McGonagall snapped as she
swept in to the classroom. Ron quickly pocketed the Chudley Cannon cards he
had been showing Harry.
"Now, before we begin class today, I have a very important message for you," she paused a moment to look around the room. "As I'm sure you all know, the Spring Ball is approaching quickly. We have just received word that the Minister of Magic himself will be attending." A murmur of interest swept through the room, and she raised a hand to silence it. "Please allow me to continue," she said, "Now, to attend this dance, you must be in the fifth year or higher. We have decreased the age limit because of the number of honored people who are expected to attend. You must have a date. The dance will go from 6:00 in the evening, until midnight. Please be on your best behavior. I would hate to be informed that a Gryffindor embarrassed the entire school in front of such an important audience. Now for your lesson today…" She turned back around to write on the blackboard.
Jessica leaned over to Harry. "She seems to be taking this very seriously, huh?" she whispered.
"Yes. She's even more uptight than usual," he replied.
Jessica grinned, but then a thought struck her.
"Harry, what are we going to do about Hermione? I've asked Ron, and he's clueless. Amanda thinks we should charge in to Dumbledore's office and demand help, but I don't think that will work. The teachers already know about it…it's hard not to notice that she hasn't been in class for a while now. They're doing what they can to bring her back, but it doesn't seem to be enough," she whispered.
Harry thought for a moment.
"I don't know what we're going to do," he whispered back, "I mean, she could be anywhere."
"Maybe she's where Amanda was! If she is, we'll have no hope of finding her ag…"
Professor McGonagall slammed down her book.
"Detention Miss Ciccone and Mr. Potter! And if you don't mind, I'd like to get back to Transfiguration matters, please!" she said angrily.
Jessica felt herself turn red.
"Sorry, Professor," she muttered, opening her book.
After forty-five painstaking minutes of taking notes, the bell rang to end classes. Jessica stood and was picking up her books as Professor McGonagall stood up behind her desk.
"Miss Ciccone and Mr. Potter come up here please! We need to arrange your detention," she called.
Jessica groaned. Pulling her bag over her shoulder, she approached McGonagall's desk.
"You will serve your detention tonight at eight o'clock," Professor McGonagall said to her and Harry, "Madame Hooch needs someone to clean off the Quidditch field. Professor Dumbledore has decided to make this an outdoor Ball. A pavilion will be set up, but for now, we need the field to be clipped and any stray trash to be picked up. No wands. You will use your hands. Report to the main hall tonight, and she will escort you down to the Quidditch field," she paused for a moment, "That is all. You may go."
Jessica was outraged, but Harry didn't seem too angry. She supposed he'd rather be out on his beloved Quidditch field rather than, say, in Snape's dungeon. Slightly miffed that he wasn't more upset, she said a short goodbye to him right after they left McGonagall's classroom. She still had another ten minutes before Herbology. At first she considered going to the library, but then she realized she wouldn't have anyone to talk to. After about thirty seconds of careful consideration, she decided to just go back to her room and work on some homework before she left for Herbology.
As she passed by the hospital wing, a thought struck her. What had happened to Faith? She backtracked a little, trying to be inconspicuous. Glancing in, she saw that every bed was empty. Then where was Faith?
As it turns out, her question was answered in seconds. She had just started to walk again, when a loud bang brought her rushing back to the hospital wing. Madame Pomfrey had flung open her office door, red in the face. Cho and three of her friends were standing behind her, demanding something.
"What's happened to her?" Cho asked.
"It is no concern of yours, miss," Madame Pomfrey said sternly.
"It is too!" piped up a different girl, "She's our friend!"
Madame Pomfrey considered them a moment.
"She has been removed from the premises," she said shortly.
"Removed?" repeated a shocked Cho, "By who?"
"I am not at liberty to say. That is her business. Not yours. Now I will tell you all one last time to get to your classes or you will be given detention," Madame Pomfrey said, before closing her office door. Jessica could have sworn she heard the lock click.
Cho stood and glared at the door for a full minute.
"Stupid old bat," she hissed. "Come on, let's just go," she said in a somewhat defeated voice.
Jessica recognized this as a cue to move. It would seem rather suspicious that she was snooping in on a private conversation, even though they had been shouting loud enough to inform the entire castle.
She took off as fast as she could, trying not to walk too loudly.
(A/N) I know! It's short! But the next chapter will be up real REAL soon lol! Ok well review I 3 you guys!
"Now, before we begin class today, I have a very important message for you," she paused a moment to look around the room. "As I'm sure you all know, the Spring Ball is approaching quickly. We have just received word that the Minister of Magic himself will be attending." A murmur of interest swept through the room, and she raised a hand to silence it. "Please allow me to continue," she said, "Now, to attend this dance, you must be in the fifth year or higher. We have decreased the age limit because of the number of honored people who are expected to attend. You must have a date. The dance will go from 6:00 in the evening, until midnight. Please be on your best behavior. I would hate to be informed that a Gryffindor embarrassed the entire school in front of such an important audience. Now for your lesson today…" She turned back around to write on the blackboard.
Jessica leaned over to Harry. "She seems to be taking this very seriously, huh?" she whispered.
"Yes. She's even more uptight than usual," he replied.
Jessica grinned, but then a thought struck her.
"Harry, what are we going to do about Hermione? I've asked Ron, and he's clueless. Amanda thinks we should charge in to Dumbledore's office and demand help, but I don't think that will work. The teachers already know about it…it's hard not to notice that she hasn't been in class for a while now. They're doing what they can to bring her back, but it doesn't seem to be enough," she whispered.
Harry thought for a moment.
"I don't know what we're going to do," he whispered back, "I mean, she could be anywhere."
"Maybe she's where Amanda was! If she is, we'll have no hope of finding her ag…"
Professor McGonagall slammed down her book.
"Detention Miss Ciccone and Mr. Potter! And if you don't mind, I'd like to get back to Transfiguration matters, please!" she said angrily.
Jessica felt herself turn red.
"Sorry, Professor," she muttered, opening her book.
After forty-five painstaking minutes of taking notes, the bell rang to end classes. Jessica stood and was picking up her books as Professor McGonagall stood up behind her desk.
"Miss Ciccone and Mr. Potter come up here please! We need to arrange your detention," she called.
Jessica groaned. Pulling her bag over her shoulder, she approached McGonagall's desk.
"You will serve your detention tonight at eight o'clock," Professor McGonagall said to her and Harry, "Madame Hooch needs someone to clean off the Quidditch field. Professor Dumbledore has decided to make this an outdoor Ball. A pavilion will be set up, but for now, we need the field to be clipped and any stray trash to be picked up. No wands. You will use your hands. Report to the main hall tonight, and she will escort you down to the Quidditch field," she paused for a moment, "That is all. You may go."
Jessica was outraged, but Harry didn't seem too angry. She supposed he'd rather be out on his beloved Quidditch field rather than, say, in Snape's dungeon. Slightly miffed that he wasn't more upset, she said a short goodbye to him right after they left McGonagall's classroom. She still had another ten minutes before Herbology. At first she considered going to the library, but then she realized she wouldn't have anyone to talk to. After about thirty seconds of careful consideration, she decided to just go back to her room and work on some homework before she left for Herbology.
As she passed by the hospital wing, a thought struck her. What had happened to Faith? She backtracked a little, trying to be inconspicuous. Glancing in, she saw that every bed was empty. Then where was Faith?
As it turns out, her question was answered in seconds. She had just started to walk again, when a loud bang brought her rushing back to the hospital wing. Madame Pomfrey had flung open her office door, red in the face. Cho and three of her friends were standing behind her, demanding something.
"What's happened to her?" Cho asked.
"It is no concern of yours, miss," Madame Pomfrey said sternly.
"It is too!" piped up a different girl, "She's our friend!"
Madame Pomfrey considered them a moment.
"She has been removed from the premises," she said shortly.
"Removed?" repeated a shocked Cho, "By who?"
"I am not at liberty to say. That is her business. Not yours. Now I will tell you all one last time to get to your classes or you will be given detention," Madame Pomfrey said, before closing her office door. Jessica could have sworn she heard the lock click.
Cho stood and glared at the door for a full minute.
"Stupid old bat," she hissed. "Come on, let's just go," she said in a somewhat defeated voice.
Jessica recognized this as a cue to move. It would seem rather suspicious that she was snooping in on a private conversation, even though they had been shouting loud enough to inform the entire castle.
She took off as fast as she could, trying not to walk too loudly.
(A/N) I know! It's short! But the next chapter will be up real REAL soon lol! Ok well review I 3 you guys!