Chapter 10
The secret of Adelaide's common room outburst became obvious to Hermione and Elora when Harry arrived at breakfast Friday wearing a sour expression.
"What is wrong with everybody these days?" Elora sighed.
"What's the matter, Harry?" Hermione inquired.
"Wood's just told the team when the next quidditch practice is. Tomorrow," Harry explained.
"But that's Hogsmeade weekend," Hermione exclaimed. "Your date with Ginny!"
"How did you find out about that?" Harry startled to hear the news that the girls knew about the date. Frankly, he wanted to keep it personal.
Hermione and Elora giggled as Fred and George sat down beside Harry.
"Them," Elora answered.
"Wha' bou' 's 'Lora?" Fred asked, biting into a slice of buttered toast.
"You told people about my date with Ginny!" Harry said, almost shouting.
"Chill out mate," George replied. "We just figured a great charmer, such as yourself, would want the public to know about it."
"Plus, it is pretty obvious that Ginny fancies you. After all, your eyes are as green as a fresh pickled toad," Fred laughed, remembering the valentine Ginny had sent him three years ago.
"Oh shut up!" Harry grumbled into his goblet of pumpkin juice.
"Oh, I wish he were mine," George recited standing up.
"He's truly divine," Fred continued.
"The hero who conquered the Dark Lord!" The twins sang the last line of the poem in unison and then burst out laughing.
"We've been rehearsing that for the past three years," Fred snickered.
"We just had to wait until the right moment to use it. I guess we found it, eh Fred?" George chuckled.
"Of course we did, but we better be going. Got to get our books. Toodles, ladies and Harry," Fred said waving goodbye.
The Weasley twins hurried out of the Great Hall laughing their heads off, leaving Harry, Hermione and Elora alone once again.
"Don't listen to them Harry. I think they're just using mockery to feel better about you dating their baby sister," Elora said, trying to cheer up Harry.
"Beside, we would've found out anyways. It would become pretty apparent to everyone come Saturday," Hermione teased.
"Yeah, but I can't go now anyways. Stupid quidditch," he moaned.
"Sure you can!" Hermione chirped.
"How?! You know who Wood is! If I even try to get out of this, he'll hit be with a bludger!" Harry exclaimed.
"I know, I know. He's critically insane," Hermione replied. "But if you were ill, it wouldn't be a problem-"
"Good point, Hermione," Elora cut in. "Wood would rather die himself before he put your health in danger by making you go. At least I would think so."
"Yeah, but there's one problem. I'm not sick," Harry explained.
"Yes, that is a good point, but there's a potion that gives you the symptoms of having the flu for a half an hour, without actually having to be sick," Hermione justified. "I could make some for you tonight. And then tomorrow morning you will drink it, and explain to Wood that you've come down with the flu and you're going to the hospital wing. Then go meet Ginny!"
"Brilliant!" Elora whispered cheerfully.
"Thanks, Hermione," Harry grinned. "Are you sure you know how to make the potion though, Hermione?"
"Have you ever found a potion I couldn't make, Harry?"
"Well, no! That's excellent then. I'm going to go up the common room and get my books then. Thank you two so much again," Harry said leaving the table.
"You are a genius Hermione. I never thought I would see the day where you would be telling somebody to fake sick," Elora decided.
"It's not just for Harry though. It's partly for Adelaide too," Hermione said angrily.
"How so?"
"Think about this. Wood has been ditching Addie all over the place for quidditch practice. The first Hogsmeade visit would've been the first time they could actually be alone in a long time. Then Wednesday night Addie bursts into the common room complaining about something Wood's done, and-"
"And Harry comes to breakfast saying they have quidditch during the Hogsmeade visit," Elora finished. "I understand now. You are really brilliant, you know."
"Good, now let's go get our books and find Addie," Hermione said with sadness. This quidditch practice was causing a lot of problems.
The secret of Adelaide's common room outburst became obvious to Hermione and Elora when Harry arrived at breakfast Friday wearing a sour expression.
"What is wrong with everybody these days?" Elora sighed.
"What's the matter, Harry?" Hermione inquired.
"Wood's just told the team when the next quidditch practice is. Tomorrow," Harry explained.
"But that's Hogsmeade weekend," Hermione exclaimed. "Your date with Ginny!"
"How did you find out about that?" Harry startled to hear the news that the girls knew about the date. Frankly, he wanted to keep it personal.
Hermione and Elora giggled as Fred and George sat down beside Harry.
"Them," Elora answered.
"Wha' bou' 's 'Lora?" Fred asked, biting into a slice of buttered toast.
"You told people about my date with Ginny!" Harry said, almost shouting.
"Chill out mate," George replied. "We just figured a great charmer, such as yourself, would want the public to know about it."
"Plus, it is pretty obvious that Ginny fancies you. After all, your eyes are as green as a fresh pickled toad," Fred laughed, remembering the valentine Ginny had sent him three years ago.
"Oh shut up!" Harry grumbled into his goblet of pumpkin juice.
"Oh, I wish he were mine," George recited standing up.
"He's truly divine," Fred continued.
"The hero who conquered the Dark Lord!" The twins sang the last line of the poem in unison and then burst out laughing.
"We've been rehearsing that for the past three years," Fred snickered.
"We just had to wait until the right moment to use it. I guess we found it, eh Fred?" George chuckled.
"Of course we did, but we better be going. Got to get our books. Toodles, ladies and Harry," Fred said waving goodbye.
The Weasley twins hurried out of the Great Hall laughing their heads off, leaving Harry, Hermione and Elora alone once again.
"Don't listen to them Harry. I think they're just using mockery to feel better about you dating their baby sister," Elora said, trying to cheer up Harry.
"Beside, we would've found out anyways. It would become pretty apparent to everyone come Saturday," Hermione teased.
"Yeah, but I can't go now anyways. Stupid quidditch," he moaned.
"Sure you can!" Hermione chirped.
"How?! You know who Wood is! If I even try to get out of this, he'll hit be with a bludger!" Harry exclaimed.
"I know, I know. He's critically insane," Hermione replied. "But if you were ill, it wouldn't be a problem-"
"Good point, Hermione," Elora cut in. "Wood would rather die himself before he put your health in danger by making you go. At least I would think so."
"Yeah, but there's one problem. I'm not sick," Harry explained.
"Yes, that is a good point, but there's a potion that gives you the symptoms of having the flu for a half an hour, without actually having to be sick," Hermione justified. "I could make some for you tonight. And then tomorrow morning you will drink it, and explain to Wood that you've come down with the flu and you're going to the hospital wing. Then go meet Ginny!"
"Brilliant!" Elora whispered cheerfully.
"Thanks, Hermione," Harry grinned. "Are you sure you know how to make the potion though, Hermione?"
"Have you ever found a potion I couldn't make, Harry?"
"Well, no! That's excellent then. I'm going to go up the common room and get my books then. Thank you two so much again," Harry said leaving the table.
"You are a genius Hermione. I never thought I would see the day where you would be telling somebody to fake sick," Elora decided.
"It's not just for Harry though. It's partly for Adelaide too," Hermione said angrily.
"How so?"
"Think about this. Wood has been ditching Addie all over the place for quidditch practice. The first Hogsmeade visit would've been the first time they could actually be alone in a long time. Then Wednesday night Addie bursts into the common room complaining about something Wood's done, and-"
"And Harry comes to breakfast saying they have quidditch during the Hogsmeade visit," Elora finished. "I understand now. You are really brilliant, you know."
"Good, now let's go get our books and find Addie," Hermione said with sadness. This quidditch practice was causing a lot of problems.