Chapter 23-
Ron opened the door and a rush of cold air filtered in. Yet he was too warm inside to really feel it. He held the door allowing Ellie and Hermione to trudge past.
"So..." Hermione said the moment the door shut, "how can you help?"
"Well, we need brooms right?" Ellie asked, looked at her, her eyes starting to widen as they some times did. "Well I know where we can get them!"
"And how do you know where to get brooms? We have no money we can't buy them." Ron looking around the empty streets of Hogsmead.
The snow was falling softer now, and the streets had been cleared. They stood outside the 3 Broomsticks, huddled together, talking softly.
"Alex and I stored 2 broomsticks in case of emergency a long time ago" Ellie began, looking around as well. "We hid them behind the 3 Broomsticks in a small shed." Then she started walking, her steps light, hardly making an indent in the snow.
Ron watched her carefully, he noticed her long hair was getting speckled with snow. Hermione nudged him and he started after Ellie. After a few moments they reached a small shed behind the pub. It was covered in snow and had a small, oval lock, holding to rusty handles. The shed was made out of wood and stood alone.
"It's locked." Ron said sadly, looking up at the sky. The snow fell on his face, melting instantly.
"Since when has that stopped us?" Hermione spat, taking out her wand. "Alohamora" She whispered, and the lock dropped of the handles and into a soft pile of snow.
Ellie took hold of one of the rusty handled and pulled forward. A long and loud creak came from the door, which seemed old and UN-kept.
"Ahh!" Ellie exclaimed happily, pulling out two long broomsticks from the otherwise empty shed. "Here they are...I knew they would come in handy someday."
"Nice job Ellie!" Hermione said, holding one of the brooms in her hand. "This is perfect!"
Ron looked at the broomsticks. Slender and new, they were, and never been used. They wood seamed to gleam against the afternoon sun.
"Hermione you take one" He said looking at Ellie, noticing her arms wilt to her sides as she handed the broom she was holding to him. "And I'll ride with Ellie, she still seems weak." He added, smiling at her.
"Fine." Hermione huffed, her breath turning white in the frosty air. She mounted her broom and kicked off from the ground, snow spaying from her feet in all different directions. Then she hovered in the air, waiting for the others.
"I'll lock the gate," Ellie added, reaching down and drawing the lock out of the snow.
Ron got on the broom, feeling the cool wood against his hands. It was a much better one than he had at home, and he looked forward to a fast ride. When Ellie hoped on behind him he kicked off from the ground and sped off into the cool air.
"HOLD ON" He yelled to Ellie as he climbed higher and height, Hermione following right behind. And as he felt her arms clasp around his waste, his ears, cold as they were, began to feel a bit warmer.
Ron opened the door and a rush of cold air filtered in. Yet he was too warm inside to really feel it. He held the door allowing Ellie and Hermione to trudge past.
"So..." Hermione said the moment the door shut, "how can you help?"
"Well, we need brooms right?" Ellie asked, looked at her, her eyes starting to widen as they some times did. "Well I know where we can get them!"
"And how do you know where to get brooms? We have no money we can't buy them." Ron looking around the empty streets of Hogsmead.
The snow was falling softer now, and the streets had been cleared. They stood outside the 3 Broomsticks, huddled together, talking softly.
"Alex and I stored 2 broomsticks in case of emergency a long time ago" Ellie began, looking around as well. "We hid them behind the 3 Broomsticks in a small shed." Then she started walking, her steps light, hardly making an indent in the snow.
Ron watched her carefully, he noticed her long hair was getting speckled with snow. Hermione nudged him and he started after Ellie. After a few moments they reached a small shed behind the pub. It was covered in snow and had a small, oval lock, holding to rusty handles. The shed was made out of wood and stood alone.
"It's locked." Ron said sadly, looking up at the sky. The snow fell on his face, melting instantly.
"Since when has that stopped us?" Hermione spat, taking out her wand. "Alohamora" She whispered, and the lock dropped of the handles and into a soft pile of snow.
Ellie took hold of one of the rusty handled and pulled forward. A long and loud creak came from the door, which seemed old and UN-kept.
"Ahh!" Ellie exclaimed happily, pulling out two long broomsticks from the otherwise empty shed. "Here they are...I knew they would come in handy someday."
"Nice job Ellie!" Hermione said, holding one of the brooms in her hand. "This is perfect!"
Ron looked at the broomsticks. Slender and new, they were, and never been used. They wood seamed to gleam against the afternoon sun.
"Hermione you take one" He said looking at Ellie, noticing her arms wilt to her sides as she handed the broom she was holding to him. "And I'll ride with Ellie, she still seems weak." He added, smiling at her.
"Fine." Hermione huffed, her breath turning white in the frosty air. She mounted her broom and kicked off from the ground, snow spaying from her feet in all different directions. Then she hovered in the air, waiting for the others.
"I'll lock the gate," Ellie added, reaching down and drawing the lock out of the snow.
Ron got on the broom, feeling the cool wood against his hands. It was a much better one than he had at home, and he looked forward to a fast ride. When Ellie hoped on behind him he kicked off from the ground and sped off into the cool air.
"HOLD ON" He yelled to Ellie as he climbed higher and height, Hermione following right behind. And as he felt her arms clasp around his waste, his ears, cold as they were, began to feel a bit warmer.