This is probably my favorite chapter.I don't condone what happens in
it, but I think it's powerful.
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The next morning Ron woke before the bells started ringing. Today they were going to announce the football teams! He already knew he was on it, and he had an idea who else had made it. He changed into his favorite Navy Blue Robe. His Mum had bought him a new wardrobe this past summer after his dad was promoted. He looked at Harry who was still sleeping, and quietly slipped out of the room.
He remained quiet in the staircase. As he neared the bottom he heard talking. One person, it was a guy, sounded angry, he had a girl pushed up against the wall. Ron couldn't see who they were, but he could hear everything.
"What are you thinking! You made a fool of me in front of all my friends!" The guy hissed. "I told you! Never talk about that! To ANYONE!" He was quiet, but Ron could hear the anger in his voice. "I'm sorry-it just slipped out! It'll never happen again!" the girl's voice sounded scared. Ron recognized it, but he couldn't remember who's it was. The guy continued berating her. "I thought I could trust you!" he growled. "Tyler I'm-" "I can't even look at you!" The guy said, slamming his fist into the wall behind her. "BANG" Ron was so startled he almost fell, but he grabbed the banister and stayed in the shadows. The guy looked around and his eyes seemed to fall on Ron. It was Tyler Johnson! 'So that must be Harry's friend Stephanie!' Ron concluded to himself. He closed his eyes out of fear that Tyler could see him. When he opened them Tyler was storming out through the portrait and Stephanie crumpled to the floor.
Ron ran over and knelt down in front of her. "Are you ok?" He asked. Cursing himself for being such a coward and not stepping in when Tyler was there. Stephanie had buried her face in her arms that were resting on her knees. She was sobbing and seemed to ignore Ron, but she finally looked up. "He's not cruel!" she said weakly. "He's just nervous about football, it's my fault!" She began to cry again. Ron put his hand on her shoulder and she looked up again. "Did he hit you?" he asked, trying not to sound as furious as he was. "He's not cruel!" she said again. "DID HE HIT YOU?" Ron said with more force. Stephanie looked into his eyes and then buried her face in her arms again. Both were now shaking. Ron with anger, Stephanie was still sobbing. He awkwardly put his arms around her just as Parvati came downstairs. "Ron!" She cried. "Parvati!" He said, standing up "What's going-" "Just. . . sit with her!" Ron exclaimed, he ran out of the Commons room to go find Tyler. He didn't know what he'd do when he found him, but that didn't matter at this point.
By the time Ron reached the Great Hall, the bells had begun tolling. It was impossible to find Tyler now, there were to many people. Harry came in about Five minutes after Ron gave up looking. "Harry!" Ron cried, but just then Stephanie came up behind Harry and motioned for him to keep quiet. Ron caught on and tried to cover himself.
"What?" Harry said, trying to catch on to Ron's ridiculous story about the Breakfast meat. "Never mind" Ron said sitting down. Harry sat across from him. "So what happened in your dream?" Ron had begun to explain when Withers stood up in front.
"I have an announcement to make." He said. Immediately everyone quieted down. He named off the primary team, which was for the younger students, and then the Junior Varsity team, Finally he got to the Varsity Team. "And the varsity team will be Jeffery Abdalla, Eric Blystone, Steven Burkett, Jacob Commings. . . " Ron tuned him out until he got to the latter part of the alphabet. "Jake Westervelt and Ron Weasly" Ron stood up with the rest of the team and looked around. Finally he found Tyler, who was also standing. Ron began to tremble again. He knew he couldn't do anything yet. There were too many people around him. Finally everyone sat down. Parvati, who had moved to sit in the empty seat next Ron, and rested a possessive hand on his arm. "I talked to Stephanie," she said. But before she could continue, Dumbledor stood up to make an additional announcement.
"As many of you remember, last year we had a Yule ball. I'd like to announce that we will also be having a Hallows eve ball as well as the Yule ball this year." Many people began to cheer. The second and third years looked disappointed, but the first years, unaware of the age limit, began talking excitedly. Dumbledor held up his hands for silence, he informed them of the rules, and the first years soon looked like the other students who were too young.
After breakfast, Ron and Parvati went off alone to talk. Harry watched them and as soon as he turned around, Stephanie was standing in front of him, she had her back turned, but he knew it was her. She smelled good. Harry was tempted to leave and not say anything, but his curiosity got the best of him. "Ahem" he said. She turned around and squealed "Harry!"
She was about to throw her arms around her neck, but then she remembered the angry bruise on her arm. She covered it too late. Harry looked shocked; he couldn't miss the purple mark on her arm. "What's that from?" He asked. Sounding concerned. "Oh" she laughed nervously. "We were practicing. . . Stage combat. . .in drama, it got a little out of control." She knew she didn't sound very convincing, but Harry seemed to buy it. He smiled, "You should go get that taken care of by Madame Pomfrey." He grinned. Stephanie smiled back, she wanted to hug him, and she knew Harry felt the same way. She took a step closer, So did he. He put his hands on her hips, but all the sudden; Tyler came up behind them and pulled on her arm, ripping them apart. Immediately she felt tears stinging at her eyes. "Ow! Tyler! You're hurting me!" He ignored her, and dragged her into an empty classroom.
Check out my disclaimer on past entries!
The next morning Ron woke before the bells started ringing. Today they were going to announce the football teams! He already knew he was on it, and he had an idea who else had made it. He changed into his favorite Navy Blue Robe. His Mum had bought him a new wardrobe this past summer after his dad was promoted. He looked at Harry who was still sleeping, and quietly slipped out of the room.
He remained quiet in the staircase. As he neared the bottom he heard talking. One person, it was a guy, sounded angry, he had a girl pushed up against the wall. Ron couldn't see who they were, but he could hear everything.
"What are you thinking! You made a fool of me in front of all my friends!" The guy hissed. "I told you! Never talk about that! To ANYONE!" He was quiet, but Ron could hear the anger in his voice. "I'm sorry-it just slipped out! It'll never happen again!" the girl's voice sounded scared. Ron recognized it, but he couldn't remember who's it was. The guy continued berating her. "I thought I could trust you!" he growled. "Tyler I'm-" "I can't even look at you!" The guy said, slamming his fist into the wall behind her. "BANG" Ron was so startled he almost fell, but he grabbed the banister and stayed in the shadows. The guy looked around and his eyes seemed to fall on Ron. It was Tyler Johnson! 'So that must be Harry's friend Stephanie!' Ron concluded to himself. He closed his eyes out of fear that Tyler could see him. When he opened them Tyler was storming out through the portrait and Stephanie crumpled to the floor.
Ron ran over and knelt down in front of her. "Are you ok?" He asked. Cursing himself for being such a coward and not stepping in when Tyler was there. Stephanie had buried her face in her arms that were resting on her knees. She was sobbing and seemed to ignore Ron, but she finally looked up. "He's not cruel!" she said weakly. "He's just nervous about football, it's my fault!" She began to cry again. Ron put his hand on her shoulder and she looked up again. "Did he hit you?" he asked, trying not to sound as furious as he was. "He's not cruel!" she said again. "DID HE HIT YOU?" Ron said with more force. Stephanie looked into his eyes and then buried her face in her arms again. Both were now shaking. Ron with anger, Stephanie was still sobbing. He awkwardly put his arms around her just as Parvati came downstairs. "Ron!" She cried. "Parvati!" He said, standing up "What's going-" "Just. . . sit with her!" Ron exclaimed, he ran out of the Commons room to go find Tyler. He didn't know what he'd do when he found him, but that didn't matter at this point.
By the time Ron reached the Great Hall, the bells had begun tolling. It was impossible to find Tyler now, there were to many people. Harry came in about Five minutes after Ron gave up looking. "Harry!" Ron cried, but just then Stephanie came up behind Harry and motioned for him to keep quiet. Ron caught on and tried to cover himself.
"What?" Harry said, trying to catch on to Ron's ridiculous story about the Breakfast meat. "Never mind" Ron said sitting down. Harry sat across from him. "So what happened in your dream?" Ron had begun to explain when Withers stood up in front.
"I have an announcement to make." He said. Immediately everyone quieted down. He named off the primary team, which was for the younger students, and then the Junior Varsity team, Finally he got to the Varsity Team. "And the varsity team will be Jeffery Abdalla, Eric Blystone, Steven Burkett, Jacob Commings. . . " Ron tuned him out until he got to the latter part of the alphabet. "Jake Westervelt and Ron Weasly" Ron stood up with the rest of the team and looked around. Finally he found Tyler, who was also standing. Ron began to tremble again. He knew he couldn't do anything yet. There were too many people around him. Finally everyone sat down. Parvati, who had moved to sit in the empty seat next Ron, and rested a possessive hand on his arm. "I talked to Stephanie," she said. But before she could continue, Dumbledor stood up to make an additional announcement.
"As many of you remember, last year we had a Yule ball. I'd like to announce that we will also be having a Hallows eve ball as well as the Yule ball this year." Many people began to cheer. The second and third years looked disappointed, but the first years, unaware of the age limit, began talking excitedly. Dumbledor held up his hands for silence, he informed them of the rules, and the first years soon looked like the other students who were too young.
After breakfast, Ron and Parvati went off alone to talk. Harry watched them and as soon as he turned around, Stephanie was standing in front of him, she had her back turned, but he knew it was her. She smelled good. Harry was tempted to leave and not say anything, but his curiosity got the best of him. "Ahem" he said. She turned around and squealed "Harry!"
She was about to throw her arms around her neck, but then she remembered the angry bruise on her arm. She covered it too late. Harry looked shocked; he couldn't miss the purple mark on her arm. "What's that from?" He asked. Sounding concerned. "Oh" she laughed nervously. "We were practicing. . . Stage combat. . .in drama, it got a little out of control." She knew she didn't sound very convincing, but Harry seemed to buy it. He smiled, "You should go get that taken care of by Madame Pomfrey." He grinned. Stephanie smiled back, she wanted to hug him, and she knew Harry felt the same way. She took a step closer, So did he. He put his hands on her hips, but all the sudden; Tyler came up behind them and pulled on her arm, ripping them apart. Immediately she felt tears stinging at her eyes. "Ow! Tyler! You're hurting me!" He ignored her, and dragged her into an empty classroom.
