Chapter 22-
The rest of the conversation drifted from Ron's ears as he grabbed Hermione's arms. "Harry's gone to London!" He said in a hushed voice. "He's gone to London and Flown on his broom! He's to bloody smart! How the bloody hell are we going to get to London!"
"Slow down! I know I heard him! Ron some how we have to find at least two broom sticks! Oh what are we going to do!" Hermione, whose voice now was turning a tad frantic, turned to Ellie.
Ron looked at her too. For the first time she was smiling, looking not at her Butterbeer but at Ron. The color in her face had come back and pieces of hair had fallen from her bun.
"Ellie?" Ron looked at her as her wide eyes looked toward the door.
"I think I can help!" She said almost humming; her voice still weak but had a more sweet tone.
"How?" Hermione asked, taking a sip of her almost empty drink.
"Let us enjoy our drinks and last bit of warmth and then deal with the journey ahead." Ron noticed her smile again, then sip more Butterbeer.
They sat in the three broomsticks for a long time, even after their Butterbeer was long gone. They talked about O.W.L.s and how doomed they were when they were to get back. Never touching the subject of Angel or Sirius or even Harry. For they all knew that would be the only things on there mind the moment they stepped out the pub. And even as they got up out of the booth they talked off snow and Christmas, pushing the thought of never returning to the depths of their minds.
The rest of the conversation drifted from Ron's ears as he grabbed Hermione's arms. "Harry's gone to London!" He said in a hushed voice. "He's gone to London and Flown on his broom! He's to bloody smart! How the bloody hell are we going to get to London!"
"Slow down! I know I heard him! Ron some how we have to find at least two broom sticks! Oh what are we going to do!" Hermione, whose voice now was turning a tad frantic, turned to Ellie.
Ron looked at her too. For the first time she was smiling, looking not at her Butterbeer but at Ron. The color in her face had come back and pieces of hair had fallen from her bun.
"Ellie?" Ron looked at her as her wide eyes looked toward the door.
"I think I can help!" She said almost humming; her voice still weak but had a more sweet tone.
"How?" Hermione asked, taking a sip of her almost empty drink.
"Let us enjoy our drinks and last bit of warmth and then deal with the journey ahead." Ron noticed her smile again, then sip more Butterbeer.
They sat in the three broomsticks for a long time, even after their Butterbeer was long gone. They talked about O.W.L.s and how doomed they were when they were to get back. Never touching the subject of Angel or Sirius or even Harry. For they all knew that would be the only things on there mind the moment they stepped out the pub. And even as they got up out of the booth they talked off snow and Christmas, pushing the thought of never returning to the depths of their minds.