Chapter Fourteen
A Normal Day
The next day, Harry felt considerably better than the day before. However, this meant it was Tuesday, one day closer to the Quidditch match against Slytherin was, and Harry still didn't have his broomstick. Somehow, they had found this out, and Malfoy had had a field day taunting him with things like, "Poor Potter hasn't a broom," or, "I know, why don't you just ask your godfather for another one. Oh, wait, he's probably locked up by now. "
Harry tried to not let Malfoy get to him, Ron too, but there was nothing he could do.
At lunch, Ginny, for some odd reason, sat next to Harry. Hermione and Ron were already finished and had already went up to the common room.
After she sat down, Ginny said, "Hello."
"Hi," Harry replied.
"I saw you in the library yesterday, are you okay?"
"Yes, I am. Thank you for asking."
"That's what friends are for, right?"
"Yeah, I guess I haven't been keeping up my part of the friendship, have I?"
"No, but you've been really busy lately."
"You've got that right," he said with a slight laugh.
"It's okay."
"Well, best be off, classes are about to start."
"Yeah, well, see you later."
"Bye."
Divination was next for Harry, his least favorite class. Then again, it was everyone's least favorite!
When he entered the North Tower, he was met by the scent of Professor Trelawney's candles.
"Welcome," she said as she appeared from behind a cloud of purple smoke.
"Today we will be studying capnomancy, examining the smoke from a fire. So split up into partners."
As usual, Harry and Ron were partners.
"Now each pair of partners needs a large candle. After you get it, please light it."
Harry got the supplies, then Ron lit the candle.
"What do you see?" he asked Harry.
"Just a lot of smoke."
"Yeah, me too."
"Oh, my word!" Professor Trelawney interrupted.
"Not again." Ron mumbled.
"I'm very sorry Mr. Potter, but the image in your smoke is the grim."
"The rest of the class gathered around as usual to inspect Harry and Ron's smoke.
"No it isn't. it's just a blob of smoke," Ron told her.
"You are not seeing clearly, Mr. Weasley. It is definitely the Grim."
So the rest of the lesson consisted of everyone examining Ron and Harry's smoke. At least Harry had Defense Against the Dark Arts next to lift his spirits.
"Welcome class," Lupin said as he walked in.
"Today we will be reading out of our books. Please turn to page 112 and read until the end of the lesson. Then write a report, one roll of parchment long, on the topic.
And the class did. When the bell rang, everyone went up to their dormitories and put their books up. Then went to dinner.