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CHAPTER TEN: An Unknown Guest
Harry was falling asleep in his Divination class when he became aware of two large, insect-like eyes staring at him in irritation. "Please do me the kindness of remaining awake during my lesson." Professor Trelawny began to walk around the room and she stood in front of the winged chair that she usually sat at. "I was saying that we will be spending most of this term working with mind reading. A most fascinating but difficult thing the human mind is. So we shall begin. You there," Professor Trelawny pointed to Ron. "You are thinking about how fascinating this all is and wondering if you'll pass the exam."
Ron whispered to Harry, "No, I was thinking about lunch." They stifled their laughter behind their hands.
Professor Trelawny began to speak again this time she directed her speech at Harry, "You, my poor boy are distraught over the attempts to take your life. I would be too of course."
Harry turned to Ron, "Actually I was trying to decide whether jumping from the window over there and breaking my neck would be worth getting out of this class. I think it would."
Professor Trelawny began to discuss the different methods of mind reading. She also discussed the rules of privacy regarding ones own thoughts and the only times when it was appropriate to read another's thoughts. She then gave out the homework. They were to try a mind reading method on one of their classmates and write about how accurate you were in discovering what they were thinking and describe what method they used.
Harry thought the whole thing was stupid, but he and Ron had to pay at least some attention because Hermione did not take that class and wouldn't be able to help them when they didn't know the assignment. The class ended and the day went on. After Quidditch practice Harry went back to the castle to do his Divination homework with Ron. Hermione was with Renata doing the Arithmacy homework Professor Vector had assigned them.
"Okay you go first."
Harry opened A Clairvoyant's Guide to Knowing All to reread how to read minds. "Okay it says that you have to try and clear your mind. Only leave a couple thoughts in there so I don't get confused. Now I am supposed to close my eyes so I can block out everything but you. I have to point my wand at your head and say this spell."
"Don't mess up! I really don't want to end up a tree or something sticking out of my head."
"Okay," Harry read the spell silently once to be sure of the words, then he closed his eyes, pointed his wand and began to recite. It was as if he was listening to a radio, but the only thing Harry heard was Ron's own voice. It seemed as though he was speaking to Harry but also as if an undercurrent of thought was running through it. Harry, said the voice, This is so stupid. When are we ever expected to use this? Okay, concentrate, hey I wonder if this is how mum knows when Fred and George are up to something. The voice then became quiet and it was speaking as it were, very slowly as if it hadn't meant to and that undercurrent of thought just came on its own. Hermione looks sorta nice with her hair down, I can't figure out where Malfoy gets all those insults about her looks. Harry broke the mind connection, it wasn't right to keep listening, he obviously hadn't been meant to hear that. He knew he wouldn't want Ron to hear him think anything of the sort.
"So?" Ron asked.
"I don't think that's how your mum knows what Fred and George are up to. She never recited a spell like this around them right?"
"Yeah, I guess you're right. My turn." Ron followed the same procedure as Harry had done. "You really liked that book Renata let you borrow?"
Harry had been concentrating on the book to keep from allowing anything to slip out of his head unbidden. Unfortunately Harry had concentrated so hard on the book he forgot to not think about who gave it to him. "It wasn't bad."
"What are hobbits?"
"I don't think they really exist. But according to the author they are fat little people about 2-4 feet tall who like to eat about six times a day. But the hobbit that the story is about actually ends up escaping from trolls and facing a dragon. Not all the details on the creatures were accurate but it was written by a Muggle so I can't be too picky."
"I guess we should start the writing." Ron frowned. "She is really asking for it to be too long."
Harry was glad that Ron hadn't seemed to pick up on anything when he was reading his mind. He didn't say a word about what he heard Ron think about Hermione. The rest of the week passed quite normally. That is until Thursday's History of Magic class. The ghost of Professor Binns entered through the blackboard as usual and began to speak with the class dutifully taking down notes. They were all halfway through the lesson when Hermione noticed something. She whispered to the others, "He's talking about the history broom making and flight!" She was right.
Professor Binns spoke on, "As early as the year 962 wizards and witches in Europe were flying…" He droned on unknowing that the class was actually paying attention for once; the last time that had happened was when rumors of the Chamber of Secrets began to float around in their second year and Hermione had raised her hand to question the legend of the Chamber. Now, with quite a few Quidditch fans in the room the students listened eagerly and were almost sorry when the class ended. The reason they were almost sorry instead of sorry was because of the large amount of homework the ghost bestowed upon them.
That night in the common room, Harry, exhausted from Quidditch practice, sat starring into the fire. The red and yellow flames seemed almost scarlet and gold. He sat up abruptly and went to where Ron was receiving help from Hermione on their Transfiguration homework. "I know what was missing!" He whispered excitedly. "Remember I thought we were forgetting something when we were thinking about the Book of Ever? They don't know what will happen when the last Phoenix dies. Not the reborn from the ashes stuff but the actual final death."
"Harry, I don't see where you're going with this."
"How many Phoenixes are left?"
Hermione thought a moment, "We can't really know, there are only maybe one or two domesticated Phoenixes around right now. They others are all on magical reservations."
"This will take research. I'm going to the library tomorrow to check." After saying that he brought out his Transfiguration homework and began to struggle through it.
When they went up to the dormitory Ron looked out the window down to the grounds. "Harry, is it just me? Or is smoke coming from...?"
"The forest." Indeed, it seemed that there was a spiral of smoke rising from the forest near its edge. Harry peered down to where Hagrid's hut was. A light was on and the large shape of Hagrid was moving within.
"Who started the fire?"
"I don't know. It wasn't Hagrid. And it wasn't any of the creatures that live there. Who was it?"
"The campfire."
"What?" Harry asked, completely confused.
"In the beginning of the first term we chased Hagrid's dragon into there and we saw a campfire. Whoever it was must still be down there."
A chill went down Harry's spine. What sort of people hide out in a forest that was full of dangerous creatures? Not pleasant people, that was for sure. "Let's go back to the Common Room. There is a window with a better view." They went back down the spiral staircase to the Common Room. Hermione was still putting the finishing touches on some more homework.
"I thought you two went to bed already."
"Come see the window."
"There's smoke coming from the forest."
"Wait, what's this all about?"
"That's what we'd like to know." They told her of their theory about the campfire being the cause.
"But it still doesn't make sense. Why would someone set a fire to the forest like that?"
"I don't know."
"Well, what do we do? We can't just let the forest keep burning."
"I'm going down to check it out."
"Harry—"
"I'll take the cloak, they won't catch me." Harry went back to the dorm where Neville was snoring. He opened the trunk at the end of his bed as quietly as he could. But he wasn't quiet enough. There was sufficient enough noise to wake Neville and cause him to pull open the hangings around his bed.
"Harry, what are you doing?"
"Nothing, Neville."
"You better not be trying to sneak out. Whenever you do that you get caught and Gryffindor loses points."
"I was just getting out some books."
"I don't believe you. You're going to get in trouble."
"Listen, Neville, look out the window the forest is on fire. I'm just going to go let a teacher know."
Neville went to the window. "It is! I see smoke."
"See? I was just getting out a cloak so that I wouldn't be cold in the corridor." Harry innocently lifted his plain black cloak; unbeknownst to Neville, Harry was holding the Invisibility Cloak inside of it.
"I guess so. But don't get in trouble, Harry."
"I won't." Harry got up and left just as Seamus and Dean came up, fortunately they didn't say anything to him. Harry went to Ron and Hermione. "Neville didn't trust me. He thinks I'm about to go get in trouble. I told him I was going to talk to a teacher. Bye."
"Wait just a minute!" Ron said.
Harry turned, "Huh?"
"You honestly think we'd let you go without us?" Hermione asked.
"You got the cloak?"
"Yeah."
"Then let's go. No point in waiting." The three went to the portrait hole and left. The Fat Lady called that they had better get back soon; she didn't want them breaking her up when they came back. As soon as they rounded the corner and couldn't be seen anymore by the Fat Lady they slipped the Invisibility cloak around themselves and vanished. They had almost reached the entrance hall when they nearly ran into Professor Snape. They were still solid even if they weren't visible. In his hand Snape clutched a potion vial. Harry turned to follow him but Ron and Hermione grabbed his arms. They continued across the hall and exited through the doors. The three moved as fast as they could across the grounds, the smoke seemed to have grown. They would have taken the cloak off but they didn't want to be seen by Hagrid. At the edge of the forest they stood a moment, then went in. The three followed the trail until they came to the first bend. After that they went a little less cautiously, but just as slowly because they felt it safer not to be heard or seen. They came to the place where the campfire had been and indeed they saw a blazing fire there. And there were two figures seated around it.
In surprise Hermione could not prevent her outburst, "Renata!"
"Who's there? If its you guys in that cloak you better come out."
They said nothing.
"Hermione I recognized your voice, come on."
The three under the cloak stepped out and came to the edge of the fire's light. "We want some answers."
"Like what?" Renata asked in a cheerful manner.
"Like what you're doing here for instance, who she is, and why there's so much smoke from the fire. We could see it from the castle."
"Of course you could. That was the point. I'd like you to meet your friend of a friend." She smiled. "Meet Vanessa. I'm sure you recognize her from when we saw her at the Three Broomsticks? She works at the Leaky Cauldron and she's been sending those 'friend of a friend' letters, with some inside help of course."
Vanessa, who looked to be around twenty or so spoke, "Hi, I'm Vanessa. I met Renata at the Leaky Cauldron. Tom there is my uncle. Poor Uncle Tommy, he hasn't been feeling too great."
"We stayed at the Leaky Cauldron, we never saw you there."
"You were only there for a few nights. Renata and her mom stayed for three weeks. I've come here a few times to help with research."
"On what? Giant spiders? Centaurs?"
"No that Book. Renata and I sent the 'Friend of a Friend' letters. And by the way, Fawkes is the only domesticated Phoenix left. The other one belonged to a friend of Dumbledore, Kennilworthy Whisp. Also—"
"I've heard of him, he wrote Quidditch Through the Ages."
"I checked up on him. Close friend of Dumbledore's, Quidditch fanatic, owned a Phoenix, disappeared two months ago. All they found was that Firebolt was dead, that was the Phoenix's name. When the Firebolt broom came out Whisp changed his bird's name after one of its fire deaths. Anyway there weren't many clues. His Phoenix was killed. Whisp had a cat too. It seemed to have been killed with a curse. I'm sure you all know which one."
"What about Whisp?"
"Whisp wasn't found. But there was an open Vortex in the attic. Opening them is pretty standard. But operating them is tricking and you have to close it when you're done or there could be trouble."
"How long was it before the Ministry found him?"
"They didn't. September 4, I think it was, a friend of his came for a visit and as soon as he saw how everything was he notified Dumbledore."
"The fourth…that was the day when I left that note in Dumbledore's office because he wasn't there. Vanessa, a friend told us that your uncle has gone missing twice since we were there."
"Yeah, well he had places to be." She seemed reluctant to say more.
"Shouldn't we go back to the castle?"
"You can go but I'm staying. Lavender and Parvati will never know I'm gone."
"And how is that?"
"I copied myself. There is a duplicate image of myself laying in our dorm at this very moment. All it does is roll over and 'I'm tired' if you poke it. They'll never notice when I come in. But I'll be up soon. I need to look something up tomorrow in the library. After class of course."
"What is it? Maybe I've already read it," Hermione asked.
"Its just a project I'm doing."
"What about the teachers? Someone will see you going back to the tower. We ran into Snape on the way here. The only reason we didn't get detention was because we were wearing my Invisibility cloak."
"I can take care of myself. Just trust me on this, I won't get caught."
"Well, be sure that you don't. We wouldn't want Gryffindor to lose any points."
"I can avoid being seen if I wish so," Renata told them.
"That sounds familiar," Harry said. He got up and left with Hermione and Ron. He turned for a backwards glance, "Put out the fire or at least get rid of the smoke, will you? We weren't the only ones who could see it." They put the cloak on and made their way back to the castle.
When they got back to the common room. The first thing Hermione did was rush up the girls' staircase. She returned soon after. "That replica looks really good. Something like that is highly advanced magic." The three stayed up late into the night talking about what Renata and the other girl had said. Hermione went upstairs, as did Ron and Harry. Neville was still awake waiting for them, "You didn't go to the teachers. You were outside."
"I know Neville but we had to be down there," Ron said.
"You aren't careful, ever." Neville was stuttering now. "You're going t-to end up like y-your parents, Harry. Or maybe like mine." Fear was in Neville's face and his voice.
"What do you mean Neville?" Ron asked. Neville who seemed about to burst into tears merely shook his head and went to lie back down. Harry just went to bed. He knew why Neville lived with his grandmother. Neville didn't know he knew, but all the same he knew. Feeling awful, Neville had never mentioned his parents, Harry fell asleep.
In potions the next day, Professor Snape seemed to be in an extremely foul temper. "Weasley, if I see you talking again its detention!" He spat. "Potter, that potion is too thick, add another leech."
Harry muttered out of the side of his mouth, "Sure, you git."
"Potter! Ten points from Gryffindor." By the end of the lesson most of the class seemed to catch Snape's bad mood.
"I bet it's got something to do with that potion he was carrying last night," said Harry as they walked down the corridor. "I wish we could have followed him!"
After ten minutes, Renata, who had remained as cheerful as usual, pulled aside Ron, Harry, and Hermione and preformed cheering charms. "Much better." The rest of the day passed much better, even after the cheering charms wore off. They didn't receive much homework, except from Snape, and then Quidditch practice really helped take Harry's mind off things, he was trying to practice even though it was muddy and raining. It wasn't too hard though; Oliver Wood had forced them to practice in worse weather. It did for the most part help at least. Also Harry wanted the team to get as much practice as possible, Gryffindor had another Quidditch match the next day. Harry was sure they would do fine, but he kept the team for a long practice anyway.
Harry couldn't sleep that night. He was not quite sure why. He spent a while pacing in the dorm, then Seamus threw a pillow at him and told him to go to the common room so he wouldn't keeping disturbing all of them. So now he was pacing in the common room. Hufflepuff played fair, he wasn't worried about any foul play on their part. But he knew something was not right. At last Harry sat in front of the fire. In mere hours he would have another match. Harry knew that for someone to attack him while he was playing Quidditch they didn't have to be playing. They could curse him from the stands; but it did take very powerful dark magic to interfere with a broom. Eventually, full of exhaustion Harry fell asleep, sprawled on the chair.
Harry awoke with someone kicking him. He looked up and heard Ron, "You have to stop falling asleep like this."
Harry righted himself and sat up, "Seamus kicked me out because I was pacing around the dormitory for so long."
Ron just looked at Harry. "Come on, you have to go upstairs and change, you have a Quidditch match to win."
"Yeah." He rubbed his neck then turned to Ron. "Something is going to go wrong at the match."
"What do you mean?"
"I don't know yet."
"It's just pre-match nerves," Ron reassured him.
On his way down from the castle he looked to the sky, which was full of dark clouds. Down in the locker room, Harry was feeling a bit better but he still felt something was wrong. He looked around. "Where's Fred?"
"He can't play. He slipped in the mud yesterday and blew out his knee. Madam Pomfrey is fixing it but she won't let him leave."
George frowned. "Yeah, she said he can't play for a week."
"Do we have a reserve Beater?"
"No, we don't."
Renata spoke up, grinning. "Look, we've got a spare Keeper. I'll play in Fred's place and put another person in the Keeper spot. I can handle it as a Beater." With no better solutions at hand, Fred's bat was handed to Renata and the team marched onto the field.
Harry asked, "So, you're not only a Keeper and a Chaser, but you're a Beater, too?"
She grinned, "And a Keeper. I've been playing Quidditch for a long time."
It was raining now slow, heavy drops. Hermione and Ron were just outside the locker room. Hermione took Harry's glasses and pointed her wand at them, saying "Impervious." She smiled at Harry and he was almost sure Ron scowled when she did. "Looks like they might need to repel water today." She and Ron wished him good luck and rushed off to the stands.
Harry and the team went to where Madam Hooch and the Hufflepuff team were standing. Harry shook hands with the Hufflepuff captain, Ernie Macmillan.
"Mount your brooms. On my whistle…" Madam Hooch blew her whistle and she, as well as seven people in scarlet robes as well as seven in canary yellow rose into the air.
Lee began his commentary, "Once again Gryffindor has a missing player. One of the Gryffindor Beaters, Fred Weasley, has a injured his knee and so playing for him will be—wait what's the Keeper doing with a bat? Professor! Is that legal?" He talked to Professor McGonagall a moment. "Okay folks, the Gryffindor Keeper Renata Delano is playing for Fred Weasley as Beater and the reserve Keeper Alec Freeman shall play as Keeper. On the other hand the Hufflepuff team appears to be present in full. Hufflepuff in possession, looks like Chaser Justin Finch-Fletchley attempts to score and a Bludger is pelted at him by Renata Delano. Finch-Fletchley drops the Quaffle and it is picked up by Alicia Spinnet who scores a spectacular goal! Ten points to Gryffindor and the game resumes. A Bludger nearly hits Katie Bell but is quickly hit at Ernie Macmillan by Renata Delano. Apparently she is multitalented, as she not only seems to be able to play as a great Chaser, but a very good Beater as well. One question though: Are we ever going to see her play as Keeper? Oh! Nice shot, George!"
Harry, who had been watching the game with interest now turned back to the task of hunting for the Snitch. Harry however didn't yet see it. What he did see however was a large, black dog. But about nearly twenty feet above the dog's head was…
"And the game is over! Gryffindor wins! Two hundred ten points to thirty points. And that my friends is, the match." Lee began cheering with the rest of the Gryffindors.
Harry went to land by the dog but it was gone. Where had Sirius gone so fast? The stands emptied and the fans flooded the field. In almost no time Harry was on his way to Hagrid's hut with Ron, Hermione and Renata.
"How was the match? I was watching it from me hut bu' you know it jus' isn' the same as being there to watch it, yeh know."
"It was great," Renata beamed.
"You've still got the bat in your hand," Ron pointed out.
"I know," she said stroking the bat once or twice and still smiling. "I'll return it later. Playing another position is really refreshing." She said this and took a sip of the tea Hagrid had made. "You don't get to use that much aggression when you play Keeper. Although I'm still waiting to do that, you know. Would you mind telling the rest of the team to all be healthy for our last match? I have not even had one match to play as Keeper. At least, not here."
"We've still got another match this year."
"You are right, Harry, but question: Will I play every position except mine this year? Or am I going to miss out on playing as Seeker?"
Harry looked at her. "Nothing, will keep me from the playing the last match this year. The only other time I ever missed a match was when I was unconscious during the last match in my first year."
By the time the four of them left Hagrid's it had stopped raining. "So is your friend still hiding out in the forest?"
"Oh, her? She left. Vanessa had to go back to the Leaky Cauldron." With a sour face she looked at the three of them. "Spoil sports." She laughed. "Lighten up."
Back in the Tower, Hermione was looking at Ron and Harry's Divination assignments over their shoulders they were still working on mind reading. "I can't believe she is having you work on mind reading! That is invading someone's private thoughts."
"Hermione, we tell each other when we're going to practice and that way we can clear our minds of anything we don't want heard."
"Its not too hard. You just have to focus. I was thinking about a book someone loaned me."
Renata came over and sat down on the arm of the chair reading over Harry's shoulder. "Oh yes, a book which you still haven't given back by the way."
Harry felt himself go red. "I'll go get it now." He went up to the dormitory to get the book out of the little table by his bed. He went back down to the common room and tossed it to Renata. "Here."
"Thank you. Do you want the next book? My mom should be done reading it by now."
"No, thanks," Harry shuffled off out into the corridor. Behind him he heard Renata speaking to Ron and Hermione.
"I think I'm going to go talk to my mom. I'll be back in a bit." She followed Harry out of the portrait.
"I'm getting that book back from my mom. Do you want to come? Just in case I get lost? This castle is still confusing." Harry shrugged, he doubted she'd get lost and she knew she wouldn't get lost but he went anyway. He wanted that book. He followed her to the study occupied by the Defense Against the Dark Arts teacher every year. Renata did not knock on the door, she just went inside.
Harry had visited the office under three of its past occupants and it had been different each time. In Professor Lockhart's time as Defense Against the Dark Arts professor it had been covered with pictures of Professor Lockhart. With Professor Lupin there was often a cage containing whatever dark creature the class would be studying. Last year, with the supposed Professor Moody, the room had been full of dark detectors. These included a Foe-Glass and a large, magical, seven compartment trunk.
Presently the room was littered with parchment and number of books. Some of the books were ordinary Muggle books such as the one Renata picked up.
"This is the next one in the series. Do you want it? Otherwise I'll read it again."
Rather grudgingly Harry answered, "Okay." He took the book. "But don't tell Ron, I don't want him to think I'm becoming a bookworm."
"Sure. I'm going to leave a note saying I took the next two books. The one you've got there and the one I'm taking. That way she still has time to read the last one." When Renata was done she started toward the door. "Aren't you coming?" Harry was reading the book. "Come on. You can read later I want to go back to the common room."
"Wait, one more page."
Three pages later, Renata took the book away and grabbed his arm, pulling him out the door. "You can have the book back when we get to the common room. Trust me, if you're reading while you're walking you'll get hurt. I've gotten nasty bruises from crashing into things when reading." They were almost at the portrait of the Fat Lady when they heard a drawling voice behind them.
"Got a new girlfriend, Potter? Guess that Weasley girl is heart broken. Though I can't imagine why she should be."
"Shut up, Malfoy," Harry sad rather annoyed.
"Who's going to make me?"
"I will. Harry, do you like ferrets, rabbits, squirrels, or cats? I think blonde ferrets are awfully nice." She took out her wand.
"You wouldn't and you can't," Malfoy sounded slightly alarmed at possibly becoming a ferret again. Professor Moody had transfigured him into a ferret to teach him a lesson and he had been bounced up and down like a basketball.
"Watch me." She lifted her wand. And whispered to Harry, "As soon as I'm done, petrify him."
"Got it."
Malfoy began to run, but not fast enough. Renata recited a spell and suddenly there was a very scared looking ferret in the hallway.
"Petrificus Totalus!" And quite suddenly the white ferret was frozen on the ground. Harry walked over and picked it up, "Do you want to change him back now or take him to Gryffindor Tower?"
"I think we should show him to Ron and Hermione before changing him back. He'll remember not to mess with me. Let's go see them." They walked the remainder of the way to the Tower. Renata tossed the petrified ferret into the air a few times, for good measure.
Back in Gryffindor Tower they showed Malfoy to Ron and Hermione. "Say hello to Malfoy."
Hermione was shocked. "You didn't…"
"Not me, it was Renata, I just petrified him."
Ron was laughing, "I never thought I'd see him like this again. Where's a camera when you need one?"
"Right upstairs. I've got one in the room, be right back." Renata headed to the staircase.
Harry released Malfoy from the petrifaction spell and watched him squirm as he held him upside by his tail for a few seconds. Malfoy tried to bite him so he petrified him again.
"Were Crabbe and Goyle with him?" asked Hermione.
"No. Oddly enough, they weren't."
"That is strange."
"I've got the camera." Renata took a picture and then she and Harry went back to the corridor where they had changed Malfoy and they put him to rights. "Buh-bye now! And don't come back," hollered Renata, laughing her head off.
"Very impressive, but I do not want to see that again." A voice behind them spoke. "Magic is not to be used against another student. Are we clear?"
They turned to see Professor Dumbledore looking at them both. "Professor Dumbledore…"
"I'll let you both off with warnings and not detention. But I must say I have to take 20 points from Gryffindor because you both attacked another student. Yes, I am aware that he was being provocative but all the same you may not attack the other students; it is a very serious offense and it will not be tolerated. Understand?"
"Yes Professor." Harry was glad that it had been Dumbledore who found them and not Snape or McGonagall.
"Come on let's get back to the Tower. I want to find out how to develop that picture I took."
"And copy it. Plenty of Gryffindors will want copies." They went back to the Tower.
"I've got to do my Charms homework. It's impossible you know," Renata said.
"Calling Charms aren't that hard. Look, pick a person in the room, any person."
"Hermione."
"Okay. Look," Harry pointed his wand to a place near by and he spun it three times counter clockwise as he spoke, "Dico agere greges Hermione Granger. Just wait now." Less than a minute later Hermione came over to stand in the place Harry had been pointing his wand.
"I got the feeling I was supposed to be over here."
"See, I told you Calling Charms were easy."
Hermione shook her head and left.
"Okay let me try." She pointed her wand between where she and Harry were standing. She began to spin her wand. " Dico agere greges Ronald Weasley."
Very quickly Ron came over, "What?"
Renata smiled, "Nothing." As Ron left Renata turned to Harry, "That was fun. Easy homework, all we had to do was learn the charm and know it when Flitwick quizzes us. Piece of cake."
Two weeks later a notice appeared on the bulletin board in the common room. "What is it?"
"Dunno," said Ron, inching his way to the board. "Harry, Hogwarts is now offering two after school clubs: Muggle Appreciation and Medicinal Magic. It's for fifth years and up. Well we have until February 5 to decide which to take."
"We don't have to choose one. It says these are after school clubs."
"I'm not signing up for one."