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Four Sides to Everything
Brave as a Lion: Interlude One
"Ron Weasley! I honestly don't appreciate your humour!" Grumbled a clearly aggravated Hermione as she took a seat beside Harry at the breakfast table. Her red headed best friend gave her a somewhat strange look as he swallowed a mouthful of orange juice. Exchanging confused looks with the green-eyed Potter boy he gave a small shrug.
"Er, Hermione? What are you going on about?" Harry asked with a tinge of curiosity in his tone. The three of them had stayed up late once again the night before, trying to brainstorm as to the reason why the corridor in the dungeons was off-limits. They'd gotten around to a mad infestation of mountain trolls before the bushy haired fifteen year old had decided it was enough and that they should all head up to bed.
Hermione thrust out a crumpled piece of parchment upon which was scrawled a short note. Harry gave the girl a strange look before accepting the bit of parchment and read it over quickly. A frown replaced his curious look as he glanced up at the red head. Ron, clearly not comprehending what the parchment was about, reached over the table and snatched it up from his friend's grasp. Ron's eyes moved slowly and carefully across the parchment and soon enough, his mouth dropped open as a look of utter disbelief flashed across his face.
"Hermione! What is this?" Ron asked astonished as he passed the parchment back over the table to the girl who was now clearly fuming.
"It *is* your writing, Ron, why don't you tell me?" Hermione snapped back, irritated. "I don't find it funny for one and it isn't pleasant having obscene things owled to you in the middle of the night while you're trying to sleep!"
"I swear that it wasn't me! Honestly Hermione, I'm not like that at all! You should know better!" Ron shot back, the tips of his ears beginning to turn the same colour as his hair. Harry, watching them both with a somewhat incredulous look, shook his head and regarded Ron with a studious and calculative stare. Finally, after his two fellow Gryffindors had been going at it for several minutes, Harry cleared his throat loudly.
"Hermione, I think it's obvious that it wasn't Ron, he isn't that low," the black-haired fifth year interjected. Hermione opened her mouth to retort, but found that it wasn't entirely possible that Ron had sent her the owl. He might have been extremely bothersome sometimes, but he wouldn't send her nasty message through the owl post. After apologizing, she stared over the piece of parchment once again.
"Who could it have been then? Someone who's really good at forging, that's for sure," Hermione stated, this time sounding more curious than angry. Ron's gaze traveled up and down the length of the Gryffindor table until he spotted his brothers chatting away with Lee Jordan. He shook his head and turned back to his friends. //No, it couldn't have been them, otherwise they would want to know the reaction to their prank,// thought Ron, pursing his lips.
"I have a mind to think that it was Malfoy trying to cause some more trouble," Ron informed, aiming a glare at the very loud and boisterous Slytherin table. Harry and Hermione both followed his glare with their eyes and found that Malfoy was clearly preoccupied with teasing some innocent first years. Someone else at the table caught their attention however. A pair of glittering, peridot green eyes stared right back and all three of the Gryffindors turned back to look at each other.
"That's Farren Reid, his parents are held in pretty high regard with the Ministry," murmured Hermione, her cheeks looking a little bit flushed. Ron gave her a hard look and grumbled something under his breath. "He wouldn't send me something like this though, I've never spoken to him," she informed, the last bit spoken mostly to Ron.
"It might be a one time thing you know," Harry stated after a moment of silence between them. "For the moment, we have other things to think abou-"
"Hey there guys!" Exclaimed a sandy-haired girl wearing a Blue Jays baseball cap. She placed herself into the seat directly beside Ron and gave a wide grin. Ron scooted away from her slightly, a look of faint disgust crossing his features. Harry gave a nervous chuckle and Hermione smiled rather warmly.
"Al, how have you been?" She asked the smaller girl with interest. Al Harlett tilted her head from side to side.
"Been better 'Mione, been better. Hey, I was wonderin' if you wanted to come out and play ball with me later. After lunch maybe?" Al asked, young face eager for a positive answer. Hermione gave a nod and another smile. Al jumped to her feet with a toothy grin and hopped away toward the other end of the table.
"I still don't see why you humour her, she's so irritating!" Ron exclaimed under his breath. Harry nodded his agreement although he didn't add any kind of comment. Hermione just rolled her eyes.
"She a little girl with a need for a playmate, I don't see what the big deal is! Anyway, I better get going to Arithmancy, I have a very important question to ask the Professor." Hermione grabbed a piece of toast and quickly stood up. With a nod to her companions, she wandered off toward the exit of the Great Hall. Harry and Ron exchanged glances and Ron shook his head.
"She's a real nightmare sometimes," Ron stated as he took another bite of his pancakes. Harry just laughed and lifted his goblet of orange juice, secretly wondering why his two friends hadn't confessed their undying love for each other yet. Time was for sure running out.
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Four Sides to Everything
Brave as a Lion: Interlude One
"Ron Weasley! I honestly don't appreciate your humour!" Grumbled a clearly aggravated Hermione as she took a seat beside Harry at the breakfast table. Her red headed best friend gave her a somewhat strange look as he swallowed a mouthful of orange juice. Exchanging confused looks with the green-eyed Potter boy he gave a small shrug.
"Er, Hermione? What are you going on about?" Harry asked with a tinge of curiosity in his tone. The three of them had stayed up late once again the night before, trying to brainstorm as to the reason why the corridor in the dungeons was off-limits. They'd gotten around to a mad infestation of mountain trolls before the bushy haired fifteen year old had decided it was enough and that they should all head up to bed.
Hermione thrust out a crumpled piece of parchment upon which was scrawled a short note. Harry gave the girl a strange look before accepting the bit of parchment and read it over quickly. A frown replaced his curious look as he glanced up at the red head. Ron, clearly not comprehending what the parchment was about, reached over the table and snatched it up from his friend's grasp. Ron's eyes moved slowly and carefully across the parchment and soon enough, his mouth dropped open as a look of utter disbelief flashed across his face.
"Hermione! What is this?" Ron asked astonished as he passed the parchment back over the table to the girl who was now clearly fuming.
"It *is* your writing, Ron, why don't you tell me?" Hermione snapped back, irritated. "I don't find it funny for one and it isn't pleasant having obscene things owled to you in the middle of the night while you're trying to sleep!"
"I swear that it wasn't me! Honestly Hermione, I'm not like that at all! You should know better!" Ron shot back, the tips of his ears beginning to turn the same colour as his hair. Harry, watching them both with a somewhat incredulous look, shook his head and regarded Ron with a studious and calculative stare. Finally, after his two fellow Gryffindors had been going at it for several minutes, Harry cleared his throat loudly.
"Hermione, I think it's obvious that it wasn't Ron, he isn't that low," the black-haired fifth year interjected. Hermione opened her mouth to retort, but found that it wasn't entirely possible that Ron had sent her the owl. He might have been extremely bothersome sometimes, but he wouldn't send her nasty message through the owl post. After apologizing, she stared over the piece of parchment once again.
"Who could it have been then? Someone who's really good at forging, that's for sure," Hermione stated, this time sounding more curious than angry. Ron's gaze traveled up and down the length of the Gryffindor table until he spotted his brothers chatting away with Lee Jordan. He shook his head and turned back to his friends. //No, it couldn't have been them, otherwise they would want to know the reaction to their prank,// thought Ron, pursing his lips.
"I have a mind to think that it was Malfoy trying to cause some more trouble," Ron informed, aiming a glare at the very loud and boisterous Slytherin table. Harry and Hermione both followed his glare with their eyes and found that Malfoy was clearly preoccupied with teasing some innocent first years. Someone else at the table caught their attention however. A pair of glittering, peridot green eyes stared right back and all three of the Gryffindors turned back to look at each other.
"That's Farren Reid, his parents are held in pretty high regard with the Ministry," murmured Hermione, her cheeks looking a little bit flushed. Ron gave her a hard look and grumbled something under his breath. "He wouldn't send me something like this though, I've never spoken to him," she informed, the last bit spoken mostly to Ron.
"It might be a one time thing you know," Harry stated after a moment of silence between them. "For the moment, we have other things to think abou-"
"Hey there guys!" Exclaimed a sandy-haired girl wearing a Blue Jays baseball cap. She placed herself into the seat directly beside Ron and gave a wide grin. Ron scooted away from her slightly, a look of faint disgust crossing his features. Harry gave a nervous chuckle and Hermione smiled rather warmly.
"Al, how have you been?" She asked the smaller girl with interest. Al Harlett tilted her head from side to side.
"Been better 'Mione, been better. Hey, I was wonderin' if you wanted to come out and play ball with me later. After lunch maybe?" Al asked, young face eager for a positive answer. Hermione gave a nod and another smile. Al jumped to her feet with a toothy grin and hopped away toward the other end of the table.
"I still don't see why you humour her, she's so irritating!" Ron exclaimed under his breath. Harry nodded his agreement although he didn't add any kind of comment. Hermione just rolled her eyes.
"She a little girl with a need for a playmate, I don't see what the big deal is! Anyway, I better get going to Arithmancy, I have a very important question to ask the Professor." Hermione grabbed a piece of toast and quickly stood up. With a nod to her companions, she wandered off toward the exit of the Great Hall. Harry and Ron exchanged glances and Ron shook his head.
"She's a real nightmare sometimes," Ron stated as he took another bite of his pancakes. Harry just laughed and lifted his goblet of orange juice, secretly wondering why his two friends hadn't confessed their undying love for each other yet. Time was for sure running out.