"So," said Rose, trying to sound casual. "Last night."
Clara stiffened.
"Yeah?"
"We didn't hear any shouting."
"No reason why you should have." Said Clara tying the front to her corset.
"What happened then?" Asked Rose. She put down the pillow she was holding and looked intently at Clara's back.
"Nothing." Replied Clara trying to keep her voice sounding as normal as possible.
"Nothing?" Repeated Rose, disappointed.
"Nope." Clara forced a smile. "I'll see you downstairs."
Clara walked into the kitchen and noted with a mixture of disappointment and relief that Sirius wasn't there. She noticed that she was being watched over bowls of cereal as she slid into her seat. She forced a smile and tried to make her voice sound as cheerful as possible.
"What's for breakfast?"
"We've got cornflakes." Said Hermione, pushing a box towards her.
They all looked at her warily. They had expected a mention of last night by now or at least a harsh comment about last night followed by shouting. But Clara seemed to be acting as though it hadn't happened. Harry looked at Ron and then at Clara.
"Everything alright?" He ventured.
"What me? Fine!" Replied Clara breezily. "Yourself?"
"I'm alright." Said Harry. Absent-mindedly he rubbed the lightning shaped scar on his forehead.
Clara nodded, pulled a bowl towards her and poured herself some cornflakes. The door clicked open and Sirius walked in. He spotted Clara at the table and for a moment looked like he was going to walk out again but then stopped himself. He chose a seat at the end of the table. Clara suddenly became very interested with the bowl in front of her. Sirius said nothing.
"Right," Said Mrs Weasley, who if she had noticed the uneasy silence that she had broken she hid it very well. "I hope you've all remembered that we've still got to go to Diagon Alley next week to pick up your school supplies."
"Great!" Said Fred, rubbing him hands together and looking at his twin. "We need to pick up some supplies as well."
"Fred." Said Mrs Weasley wearily. "Please don't go wasting money for those ridiculous inventions."
"Waste!" Exclaimed George, sounding offended. "Nothing we buy goes to waste." Mrs Weasley decided it was best not to argue.
The next week the children, Clara, Rose, Mrs and Mr Weasley and Lupin were in the kitchen ready to make the trip to Diagon Alley. They would be travelling by Floo Powder. Harry was feeling slightly apprehensive. It had never been one of his favourite ways to travel in the Wizarding world but it would be safer. One by one they took some powder from the pot, stepped into the fire place and sprinkled the powder over themselves saying as loudly and clearly as possible, 'Diagon Alley!' They were only held up once when Fred and George remembered suddenly that they did not have their letters from Hogwarts with their book list, disapparating upstairs and appearing again a minute later, standing on Ron's feet. This time Ron was sure they had done it on purpose but didn't have time to complain as Mr Weasley pushed the twins towards the fire. Once everyone had arrived, spluttering and slightly dizzy after the journey they made the trip to Gringotts Bank to collect their money. Muggle money was no use to Wizards, so Hermione had to change what her parents had given her. Once outside again on the steps, Mrs Weasley turned to face everyone.
"Now then. I say we all meet back at The Leaky Cauldron at 3 o'clock. Don't be late now." Said sternly looking towards Fred and George.
Everyone nodded in agreement. Mrs Weasley and Mr Weasley left with Ginny to buy her school supplies. Rose, Clara and Lupin left together, they needed to buy teaching books and such for the term. This left Fred, George, Harry, Ron and Hermione.
"Well now." Said George. "We have to get supplies and visit a few places."
"Yup." Agred Fred.
"See you three later." And they walked off. Hermione looked at the other two.
"Well then. Where too first?"
Harry shrugged. "I don't know. Why don't you chose?
"Very well." Said Hermione and she set off.
"Why did you say that?" Muttered Ron. "We'll be in the book shop of hours now."
Rose, Lupin and Clara made their way through the bustle of school children and their parents. It had occurred to Rose during a Defence Against the Dark Arts practice that she and Clara would need books for lessons and such. As if Dumbledore had read her thoughts, letters arrived from him the next day with details of books that would be needed and may be helpful for their lessons. Clara followed behind Rose and Lupin quietly as they made their way hand in hand to the bookshop. The door clanged open and a shopkeeper looked up at them. He made his way over, hands clasped together and a sickly smile spread across his lips.
"How may I help you?"
"We'll just look if it's alright." Said Lupin.
"Very well." And the man slid gracefully behind the counter and into a backroom.
"Never know what you might find if you look yourself." Lupin told them.
Clara nodded and wandered over to a shelf. Lupin and Rose made their way over to a pile of Dark Arts books near the window. Rose picked up one and read the title aloud.
"Hexes and Curses: All You Need to Know to Defend Yourself Against the Darkest of Arts." She studied the dark green cover. "That sounds too cheesy to be any good." Lupin chuckled.
Clara wandered along the long shelf covering the entire length of one wall, reading the titles of the books. Seeing one with an interesting title, 'Big Beasties Explained", she slipped it off the shelf and flicked through the pages. She stopped at a page bearing a photo of a Hippogriff and a wizard. The wizard looked extremely nervous and kept stepping towards the Hippogriff and then backing away hurriedly to the edge of the photo while the Hippogriff watched him haughtily. After a while she closed the book and slid it back onto the shelf.
She was at the end of the row and as she pulled her arm back she looked at the wall to her left. For a moment her heart missed a beat. Her eyes slid over the photo in front of her. She could hardly recognise him through the mass of matted hair reaching down to his elbows, eyes dark yet seeming to the be the only thing alive in that waxy white face. Above the photo was printed the words, "WANTED! Sirius Black." As she read the writing beneath it her stomach twisted uncomfortably. 'Wanted for murder.' 'Extremely dangerous', 'Do not attempt to approach at any cost.' Fifteen years ago Sirius had been arrested for a crime he had never commited and sent to the wizard prison of Azkaban. After escaping he had been hunted and still was now but luckily he had kept well hidden. Clara had forgotten all about it. Lupin appeared behind her.
"Ah." He said quietly. "I forgot about those. Most have been taken down now."
"He looks different." Whispered Rose, who had up slid behind Clara.
"Yeah.thank god he got his hair cut." Said Clara in a low voice.
Rose looked at the back of her friend's head with a frown.
"Clara." Coughed Lupin as he spotted movement from the doorway to the backroom. "Have you seen this one here?" And he pulled a book from the shelf.
"There it is my brother. Our future." Sighed Fred smiling broadly.
"Glorious isn't it." Replied George resting his arm on his twins shoulder.
They stood on the cobbles of Diagon Alley before a shop. The windows were dark and had a thick layer of grime covering them. The door was solid and heavy and looked like when you were to open it, a loud creak would accompany. It also looked extremely locked. The place looked like it had not been used for years. The twins attracted strange looks as they stood before the building, grins of joy spread across their faces.
"Hi guys!" Came a cheery voice behind them.
Harry, Hermione and Ron stepped out of the dark musty smell of the Alchemist and into the warm breezy sunlight that beat down on them. Ron stuffed a packet of dried leeches into his bag with a grimace and looked at his friends.
"Where to next?" he asked.
"Well we've got all our books." Said Hermione and Ron looked at Harry with another grimace. They had spent half an hour in the bookshop, too long for him. Hermione seemed not to notice and instead looked at her watch. "I say we go meet Rose, Clara and Professor Lupin at Florean's." They made their way past the shop windows and other students, many holding letters identical to their own.
"He isn't a Professor anymore Hermione." Harry reminded her.
"I know." Sighed Hermione. "But it's so hard to stop calling him that all of a sudden."
"I wonder who we've got this year?" Pondered Ron, absent-mindedly flicking at a fly buzzing around his head. In the sun his red hair seemed to be on fire.
"Can't be any worse that Lockhart." Said Harry.
"Nothing could be worse than that idiot." Said Ron.
Hermione said nothing. Professor Lockhart had taught them in their second year. He had an ego ten miles wide and no one had ever learnt anything in his lessons except perhaps how to look interested while really falling asleep as he went on and on about himself and his exploits. However it seemed that nearly every female in the school had taken a fancy to him. He had left the same year after a spell using Ron's broken wand to wipe both Ron and Harry's mind had backfired.
"Whoever it is I'm sure they'll be fine." Said Hermione.
"I'm just glad I'm going back!" Harry sighed with relief and brushed his fringe away, which were sticking to his glasses.
"So are we mate." Ron slapped him on the shoulder.
That summer Harry had had to use magic to defend himself and his cousin against two Dementors, which had attacked them one night. Magic by Under Age Wizards out of School was forbidden and with Harry already having two warnings about it was expelled from Hogwarts. He had gone to the Ministry of Magic for a hearing and with the defence of Dumbledore he was cleared and re admitted to Hogwarts. Harry looked up across the street.
"Who's that with Fred and George?"
Both Hermione and Ron looked. Standing talking to the twins were two girls. One was tall with long blonde hair, the other short with black straight hair. All were laughing and chatting in front of an extremely run down looking shop.
"Some girls in their class. I remember seeing them with Fred and George in the common room sometimes. I think they're called Rachel and Amber." Replied Ron casually.
"I don't recognised them." Said Hermione.
"Probably because you're normally sat at a table with your nose in a book." Muttered Ron but no one heard.
"Look there's Clara and Rose sitting outside." Harry pointed towards the tables set up outside the ice cream parlour as they drew near.
Clara was staring at the top of her chocolate sundae, absently mindedly prodding the spoon into it. Rose studied her for a bit. Then she coughed.
"Clara. Is everything alright?"
"Hmm?" Clara looked up. "I'm fine. Everything's fine."
"You've been quiet ever since that nice we.set you up." She leaned forward on the table. "Are you sure nothing happened?"
"For the last time Rose. Nothing happened."
"Look something must have otherwise you wouldn't be like this. Come on you can tell me."
Clara didn't look at Rose. She watched a group of children tumble out of a shop selling sweets, giggling and laughing, digging into paper bags. For a moment she was desperate to tell Rose. It had been on her mind constantly. But as she watched the street in front of her she saw Harry, Hermione and Ron walking up the street.
"It's nothing. Don't worry I'm.fine" She said finally.
Rose looked at her for a moment and lent back in her chair. Lupin walked out of Florean Fortescue's Ice-Cream Parlour with four ice creams in his hand as the children reached the table, bags in hand. Ron slumped into the hair beside Clara. Harry and Hermione slid into the chairs beside him.
"I'm knackered." He sighed.
"Voila!" Lupin waved an ice cream in front of his face and Ron took it thankfully.
"You get everything you need?" Asked Rose as Lupin took the chair beside her and slid his hand into hers. Clara continued to stare into her sundae.
"Nearly. There's a few more things we need to pick up. Parchment and ink and things." Said Harry, licking his hand as the ice cream dripped onto it.
"We can pick them up on the way to meet at the pub." Said Rose and she closed her eyes, leaning her head on Lupin's shoulder.
After a while it was time to meet back up at The Leaky Cauldron Pub. They met up with Fred and George as they stepped out of the shop holding bags of ink and parchment. Both were very secretive about what they had been doing outside the run down building. They stepped inside and saw Mr and Mrs Weasley waving at them from a large table. Drink were ordered and everyone sat down.
"What do you suppose happened last week?" Lupin whispered to Rose. They had shuffled away from the others slightly. Rose had her arms draped around Lupin's neck to prevent Clara from thinking they were talking about her.
"I really don't know," Rose muttered back, attempting to look 'giggly' as Clara had put it, in the process, "they've hardly said a word to each other. Although they haven't argued either."
"That's one good thing I suppose," Lupin laughed.
"Has Sirius said anything to you?"
"No. I tried to bring it up but he just kept saying nothing happened and changing the subject."
"Something must have happened," said Rose, "and I'm sure Clara was about to tell me something earlier but Harry, Hermione and Ron turned up. I'll try and get her on her own later," she added, absently brushing the hair out of Lupin's eyes.
"They're at it again," mumbled Clara, turning to Harry, Ron and Hermione, "whispering sweet bloody nothings to each other. In a world of their own, look at 'em." Harry and Ron laughed.
"I think it's quite sweet," said Hermione.
"You wouldn't call it sweet if you had to put up with her talking about him constantly and going all mushy every time Lupin's name is mentioned. Her 'Ickle precious Moony'" They laughed again.
"Well I still think they're cute together," said Hermione standing her ground.
"You think everything is cute," said Ron still laughing.
"And you just think the opposite of what I do just to annoy me," Hermione retorted. Ron lent away from her with an expression of mock offence.
"Annoy you on purpose?! Now why would I do a thing like that?" Hermione narrowed her eyes at him and turned away to talk to Ginny.
"You know I bet they're plotting something," said Clara half to her self, looking back at Rose and Lupin, "another one of their clever Plans." Ron and Harry looked at her with slightly concerned faces and drank their Butterbeer.
Clara stiffened.
"Yeah?"
"We didn't hear any shouting."
"No reason why you should have." Said Clara tying the front to her corset.
"What happened then?" Asked Rose. She put down the pillow she was holding and looked intently at Clara's back.
"Nothing." Replied Clara trying to keep her voice sounding as normal as possible.
"Nothing?" Repeated Rose, disappointed.
"Nope." Clara forced a smile. "I'll see you downstairs."
Clara walked into the kitchen and noted with a mixture of disappointment and relief that Sirius wasn't there. She noticed that she was being watched over bowls of cereal as she slid into her seat. She forced a smile and tried to make her voice sound as cheerful as possible.
"What's for breakfast?"
"We've got cornflakes." Said Hermione, pushing a box towards her.
They all looked at her warily. They had expected a mention of last night by now or at least a harsh comment about last night followed by shouting. But Clara seemed to be acting as though it hadn't happened. Harry looked at Ron and then at Clara.
"Everything alright?" He ventured.
"What me? Fine!" Replied Clara breezily. "Yourself?"
"I'm alright." Said Harry. Absent-mindedly he rubbed the lightning shaped scar on his forehead.
Clara nodded, pulled a bowl towards her and poured herself some cornflakes. The door clicked open and Sirius walked in. He spotted Clara at the table and for a moment looked like he was going to walk out again but then stopped himself. He chose a seat at the end of the table. Clara suddenly became very interested with the bowl in front of her. Sirius said nothing.
"Right," Said Mrs Weasley, who if she had noticed the uneasy silence that she had broken she hid it very well. "I hope you've all remembered that we've still got to go to Diagon Alley next week to pick up your school supplies."
"Great!" Said Fred, rubbing him hands together and looking at his twin. "We need to pick up some supplies as well."
"Fred." Said Mrs Weasley wearily. "Please don't go wasting money for those ridiculous inventions."
"Waste!" Exclaimed George, sounding offended. "Nothing we buy goes to waste." Mrs Weasley decided it was best not to argue.
The next week the children, Clara, Rose, Mrs and Mr Weasley and Lupin were in the kitchen ready to make the trip to Diagon Alley. They would be travelling by Floo Powder. Harry was feeling slightly apprehensive. It had never been one of his favourite ways to travel in the Wizarding world but it would be safer. One by one they took some powder from the pot, stepped into the fire place and sprinkled the powder over themselves saying as loudly and clearly as possible, 'Diagon Alley!' They were only held up once when Fred and George remembered suddenly that they did not have their letters from Hogwarts with their book list, disapparating upstairs and appearing again a minute later, standing on Ron's feet. This time Ron was sure they had done it on purpose but didn't have time to complain as Mr Weasley pushed the twins towards the fire. Once everyone had arrived, spluttering and slightly dizzy after the journey they made the trip to Gringotts Bank to collect their money. Muggle money was no use to Wizards, so Hermione had to change what her parents had given her. Once outside again on the steps, Mrs Weasley turned to face everyone.
"Now then. I say we all meet back at The Leaky Cauldron at 3 o'clock. Don't be late now." Said sternly looking towards Fred and George.
Everyone nodded in agreement. Mrs Weasley and Mr Weasley left with Ginny to buy her school supplies. Rose, Clara and Lupin left together, they needed to buy teaching books and such for the term. This left Fred, George, Harry, Ron and Hermione.
"Well now." Said George. "We have to get supplies and visit a few places."
"Yup." Agred Fred.
"See you three later." And they walked off. Hermione looked at the other two.
"Well then. Where too first?"
Harry shrugged. "I don't know. Why don't you chose?
"Very well." Said Hermione and she set off.
"Why did you say that?" Muttered Ron. "We'll be in the book shop of hours now."
Rose, Lupin and Clara made their way through the bustle of school children and their parents. It had occurred to Rose during a Defence Against the Dark Arts practice that she and Clara would need books for lessons and such. As if Dumbledore had read her thoughts, letters arrived from him the next day with details of books that would be needed and may be helpful for their lessons. Clara followed behind Rose and Lupin quietly as they made their way hand in hand to the bookshop. The door clanged open and a shopkeeper looked up at them. He made his way over, hands clasped together and a sickly smile spread across his lips.
"How may I help you?"
"We'll just look if it's alright." Said Lupin.
"Very well." And the man slid gracefully behind the counter and into a backroom.
"Never know what you might find if you look yourself." Lupin told them.
Clara nodded and wandered over to a shelf. Lupin and Rose made their way over to a pile of Dark Arts books near the window. Rose picked up one and read the title aloud.
"Hexes and Curses: All You Need to Know to Defend Yourself Against the Darkest of Arts." She studied the dark green cover. "That sounds too cheesy to be any good." Lupin chuckled.
Clara wandered along the long shelf covering the entire length of one wall, reading the titles of the books. Seeing one with an interesting title, 'Big Beasties Explained", she slipped it off the shelf and flicked through the pages. She stopped at a page bearing a photo of a Hippogriff and a wizard. The wizard looked extremely nervous and kept stepping towards the Hippogriff and then backing away hurriedly to the edge of the photo while the Hippogriff watched him haughtily. After a while she closed the book and slid it back onto the shelf.
She was at the end of the row and as she pulled her arm back she looked at the wall to her left. For a moment her heart missed a beat. Her eyes slid over the photo in front of her. She could hardly recognise him through the mass of matted hair reaching down to his elbows, eyes dark yet seeming to the be the only thing alive in that waxy white face. Above the photo was printed the words, "WANTED! Sirius Black." As she read the writing beneath it her stomach twisted uncomfortably. 'Wanted for murder.' 'Extremely dangerous', 'Do not attempt to approach at any cost.' Fifteen years ago Sirius had been arrested for a crime he had never commited and sent to the wizard prison of Azkaban. After escaping he had been hunted and still was now but luckily he had kept well hidden. Clara had forgotten all about it. Lupin appeared behind her.
"Ah." He said quietly. "I forgot about those. Most have been taken down now."
"He looks different." Whispered Rose, who had up slid behind Clara.
"Yeah.thank god he got his hair cut." Said Clara in a low voice.
Rose looked at the back of her friend's head with a frown.
"Clara." Coughed Lupin as he spotted movement from the doorway to the backroom. "Have you seen this one here?" And he pulled a book from the shelf.
"There it is my brother. Our future." Sighed Fred smiling broadly.
"Glorious isn't it." Replied George resting his arm on his twins shoulder.
They stood on the cobbles of Diagon Alley before a shop. The windows were dark and had a thick layer of grime covering them. The door was solid and heavy and looked like when you were to open it, a loud creak would accompany. It also looked extremely locked. The place looked like it had not been used for years. The twins attracted strange looks as they stood before the building, grins of joy spread across their faces.
"Hi guys!" Came a cheery voice behind them.
Harry, Hermione and Ron stepped out of the dark musty smell of the Alchemist and into the warm breezy sunlight that beat down on them. Ron stuffed a packet of dried leeches into his bag with a grimace and looked at his friends.
"Where to next?" he asked.
"Well we've got all our books." Said Hermione and Ron looked at Harry with another grimace. They had spent half an hour in the bookshop, too long for him. Hermione seemed not to notice and instead looked at her watch. "I say we go meet Rose, Clara and Professor Lupin at Florean's." They made their way past the shop windows and other students, many holding letters identical to their own.
"He isn't a Professor anymore Hermione." Harry reminded her.
"I know." Sighed Hermione. "But it's so hard to stop calling him that all of a sudden."
"I wonder who we've got this year?" Pondered Ron, absent-mindedly flicking at a fly buzzing around his head. In the sun his red hair seemed to be on fire.
"Can't be any worse that Lockhart." Said Harry.
"Nothing could be worse than that idiot." Said Ron.
Hermione said nothing. Professor Lockhart had taught them in their second year. He had an ego ten miles wide and no one had ever learnt anything in his lessons except perhaps how to look interested while really falling asleep as he went on and on about himself and his exploits. However it seemed that nearly every female in the school had taken a fancy to him. He had left the same year after a spell using Ron's broken wand to wipe both Ron and Harry's mind had backfired.
"Whoever it is I'm sure they'll be fine." Said Hermione.
"I'm just glad I'm going back!" Harry sighed with relief and brushed his fringe away, which were sticking to his glasses.
"So are we mate." Ron slapped him on the shoulder.
That summer Harry had had to use magic to defend himself and his cousin against two Dementors, which had attacked them one night. Magic by Under Age Wizards out of School was forbidden and with Harry already having two warnings about it was expelled from Hogwarts. He had gone to the Ministry of Magic for a hearing and with the defence of Dumbledore he was cleared and re admitted to Hogwarts. Harry looked up across the street.
"Who's that with Fred and George?"
Both Hermione and Ron looked. Standing talking to the twins were two girls. One was tall with long blonde hair, the other short with black straight hair. All were laughing and chatting in front of an extremely run down looking shop.
"Some girls in their class. I remember seeing them with Fred and George in the common room sometimes. I think they're called Rachel and Amber." Replied Ron casually.
"I don't recognised them." Said Hermione.
"Probably because you're normally sat at a table with your nose in a book." Muttered Ron but no one heard.
"Look there's Clara and Rose sitting outside." Harry pointed towards the tables set up outside the ice cream parlour as they drew near.
Clara was staring at the top of her chocolate sundae, absently mindedly prodding the spoon into it. Rose studied her for a bit. Then she coughed.
"Clara. Is everything alright?"
"Hmm?" Clara looked up. "I'm fine. Everything's fine."
"You've been quiet ever since that nice we.set you up." She leaned forward on the table. "Are you sure nothing happened?"
"For the last time Rose. Nothing happened."
"Look something must have otherwise you wouldn't be like this. Come on you can tell me."
Clara didn't look at Rose. She watched a group of children tumble out of a shop selling sweets, giggling and laughing, digging into paper bags. For a moment she was desperate to tell Rose. It had been on her mind constantly. But as she watched the street in front of her she saw Harry, Hermione and Ron walking up the street.
"It's nothing. Don't worry I'm.fine" She said finally.
Rose looked at her for a moment and lent back in her chair. Lupin walked out of Florean Fortescue's Ice-Cream Parlour with four ice creams in his hand as the children reached the table, bags in hand. Ron slumped into the hair beside Clara. Harry and Hermione slid into the chairs beside him.
"I'm knackered." He sighed.
"Voila!" Lupin waved an ice cream in front of his face and Ron took it thankfully.
"You get everything you need?" Asked Rose as Lupin took the chair beside her and slid his hand into hers. Clara continued to stare into her sundae.
"Nearly. There's a few more things we need to pick up. Parchment and ink and things." Said Harry, licking his hand as the ice cream dripped onto it.
"We can pick them up on the way to meet at the pub." Said Rose and she closed her eyes, leaning her head on Lupin's shoulder.
After a while it was time to meet back up at The Leaky Cauldron Pub. They met up with Fred and George as they stepped out of the shop holding bags of ink and parchment. Both were very secretive about what they had been doing outside the run down building. They stepped inside and saw Mr and Mrs Weasley waving at them from a large table. Drink were ordered and everyone sat down.
"What do you suppose happened last week?" Lupin whispered to Rose. They had shuffled away from the others slightly. Rose had her arms draped around Lupin's neck to prevent Clara from thinking they were talking about her.
"I really don't know," Rose muttered back, attempting to look 'giggly' as Clara had put it, in the process, "they've hardly said a word to each other. Although they haven't argued either."
"That's one good thing I suppose," Lupin laughed.
"Has Sirius said anything to you?"
"No. I tried to bring it up but he just kept saying nothing happened and changing the subject."
"Something must have happened," said Rose, "and I'm sure Clara was about to tell me something earlier but Harry, Hermione and Ron turned up. I'll try and get her on her own later," she added, absently brushing the hair out of Lupin's eyes.
"They're at it again," mumbled Clara, turning to Harry, Ron and Hermione, "whispering sweet bloody nothings to each other. In a world of their own, look at 'em." Harry and Ron laughed.
"I think it's quite sweet," said Hermione.
"You wouldn't call it sweet if you had to put up with her talking about him constantly and going all mushy every time Lupin's name is mentioned. Her 'Ickle precious Moony'" They laughed again.
"Well I still think they're cute together," said Hermione standing her ground.
"You think everything is cute," said Ron still laughing.
"And you just think the opposite of what I do just to annoy me," Hermione retorted. Ron lent away from her with an expression of mock offence.
"Annoy you on purpose?! Now why would I do a thing like that?" Hermione narrowed her eyes at him and turned away to talk to Ginny.
"You know I bet they're plotting something," said Clara half to her self, looking back at Rose and Lupin, "another one of their clever Plans." Ron and Harry looked at her with slightly concerned faces and drank their Butterbeer.
