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Harry was once again in a bad mood as he stomped off to detention on Thursday.
The previous three nights of detention seemed to be wearing on his nerves. He tended to
snap at people, and Ron, Hermione, and Marie discovered it was better to leave him
alone.
Ron and Marie were finishing their dream diaries, assigned as homework by
Professor Trelawney.
"Let's see, I didn't record a dream for yesterday..." Marie nudged Ron. "Hey,
help me think of something."
"I'm trying to do my own work here!"
"Okay then, if I just put I dreamed I murdered you-"
"Oh, no! She'll see that as some sort of death omen. She's done enough predicting
Harry's untimely demise, I don't need her predicting mine, too!"
Marie laughed. "A death omen? Dang, she's really wacked out, huh?"
Hermione, listening to the bickering, noted that Marie had not for a second
dropped her American accent, and was still using phrases that she picked up "back
home." Hermione wasn't sure why, but it hurt her feelings a bit that Marie didn't think of
England as her home. But then, Marie had been raised in America for fifteen years,
moving to an entirely different country had to be difficult for her.
The argument between Marie and Ron ended quite suddenly, with Marie writing
down some bogus dream about vampire bats, then clearing her throat and saying, "Hey
Ron, I need help with some stuff. Can you come with me?"
They both exited the common room quickly, leaving Hermione wondering what
in the world they were up to.
Marie and Ron were sneaking back to the Gryffindor common room around
midnight that night when they saw Harry returning from his detention. They tried to hide
behind a statue, but Harry saw them and approached, wanting to know what they were up
to. He looked even more suspicious when he saw them trying to hide broomsticks, Ron a
Cleansweep Eleven and Marie a Nimbus Two Thousand and One.
"Nothing," Ron lied. Harry frowned and said, "C'mon, you can tell me. Why are
you hiding?"
"Fred and George," Ron told him. This was another lie. "They're still testing their
Skiving Snackboxes on first years, and they can't do it in the common room with
Hermione after them."
"Then how come you have your broom with you?" Harry raised an eyebrow. Ron
went red, and even Marie seemed at a loss for words. Finally, she said, "Promise you
won't laugh?"
"I promise."
"Well, we're both going to try out for Gryffindor Keeper. We've been practicing
together since Tuesday. We figure we can help each other out, and maybe one of us will
make it," she whispered, looking at the floor, her face a deep shade of red. She and Ron
both expected Harry to burst out laughing. When he didn't, they looked shocked.
"That's awesome!" Harry cried, obviously pleased. Ron's face broke into a huge
smile, as did Marie's. The smiles faded, however, when Marie pointed to Harry's hand
and asked, "What's that?"
"Yeah, I thought you were doing lines!" Ron said, grabbing Harry's arm and
inspecting the words carved into the back of his hand.
"'I must not tell lies,'" Marie read off his hand, a disgusted look on her face.
Harry hesitated, then told them about his detentions. Professor Umbridge had him
write with a quill that carved the words he wrote into the back of his hand. When he
finished his tale, Ron looked disgusted and Marie looked ready to kill something. A
stream of curses left her, so loud that Ron clapped his hand over her mouth for fear that a
teacher would hear and come and find them.
"Go to McGonagall," Ron told Harry as Marie shoved his hand aside and glared
at him.
"No," Harry said immediately. "I'm not going to give her the satisfaction."
"Forget reporting it to McGonagall, I'm gonna kill Umbridge with my bare
hands!" Marie snarled, shoving past Ron. But he grabbed her arm and pulled her back,
saying, "Don't get yourself in more trouble."
Marie crossed her arms and sulked.
Ron turned back to Harry and said, "Tell Dumbledore, then."
"No. He's got enough on his mind already," Harry refused. They made their way
back to the common room, still debating over who Harry should tell about Umbridge.
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Harry was once again in a bad mood as he stomped off to detention on Thursday.
The previous three nights of detention seemed to be wearing on his nerves. He tended to
snap at people, and Ron, Hermione, and Marie discovered it was better to leave him
alone.
Ron and Marie were finishing their dream diaries, assigned as homework by
Professor Trelawney.
"Let's see, I didn't record a dream for yesterday..." Marie nudged Ron. "Hey,
help me think of something."
"I'm trying to do my own work here!"
"Okay then, if I just put I dreamed I murdered you-"
"Oh, no! She'll see that as some sort of death omen. She's done enough predicting
Harry's untimely demise, I don't need her predicting mine, too!"
Marie laughed. "A death omen? Dang, she's really wacked out, huh?"
Hermione, listening to the bickering, noted that Marie had not for a second
dropped her American accent, and was still using phrases that she picked up "back
home." Hermione wasn't sure why, but it hurt her feelings a bit that Marie didn't think of
England as her home. But then, Marie had been raised in America for fifteen years,
moving to an entirely different country had to be difficult for her.
The argument between Marie and Ron ended quite suddenly, with Marie writing
down some bogus dream about vampire bats, then clearing her throat and saying, "Hey
Ron, I need help with some stuff. Can you come with me?"
They both exited the common room quickly, leaving Hermione wondering what
in the world they were up to.
Marie and Ron were sneaking back to the Gryffindor common room around
midnight that night when they saw Harry returning from his detention. They tried to hide
behind a statue, but Harry saw them and approached, wanting to know what they were up
to. He looked even more suspicious when he saw them trying to hide broomsticks, Ron a
Cleansweep Eleven and Marie a Nimbus Two Thousand and One.
"Nothing," Ron lied. Harry frowned and said, "C'mon, you can tell me. Why are
you hiding?"
"Fred and George," Ron told him. This was another lie. "They're still testing their
Skiving Snackboxes on first years, and they can't do it in the common room with
Hermione after them."
"Then how come you have your broom with you?" Harry raised an eyebrow. Ron
went red, and even Marie seemed at a loss for words. Finally, she said, "Promise you
won't laugh?"
"I promise."
"Well, we're both going to try out for Gryffindor Keeper. We've been practicing
together since Tuesday. We figure we can help each other out, and maybe one of us will
make it," she whispered, looking at the floor, her face a deep shade of red. She and Ron
both expected Harry to burst out laughing. When he didn't, they looked shocked.
"That's awesome!" Harry cried, obviously pleased. Ron's face broke into a huge
smile, as did Marie's. The smiles faded, however, when Marie pointed to Harry's hand
and asked, "What's that?"
"Yeah, I thought you were doing lines!" Ron said, grabbing Harry's arm and
inspecting the words carved into the back of his hand.
"'I must not tell lies,'" Marie read off his hand, a disgusted look on her face.
Harry hesitated, then told them about his detentions. Professor Umbridge had him
write with a quill that carved the words he wrote into the back of his hand. When he
finished his tale, Ron looked disgusted and Marie looked ready to kill something. A
stream of curses left her, so loud that Ron clapped his hand over her mouth for fear that a
teacher would hear and come and find them.
"Go to McGonagall," Ron told Harry as Marie shoved his hand aside and glared
at him.
"No," Harry said immediately. "I'm not going to give her the satisfaction."
"Forget reporting it to McGonagall, I'm gonna kill Umbridge with my bare
hands!" Marie snarled, shoving past Ron. But he grabbed her arm and pulled her back,
saying, "Don't get yourself in more trouble."
Marie crossed her arms and sulked.
Ron turned back to Harry and said, "Tell Dumbledore, then."
"No. He's got enough on his mind already," Harry refused. They made their way
back to the common room, still debating over who Harry should tell about Umbridge.
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