Chapter 42

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I like it. Does anything else really matter? Oh, is someone at your house chaining you to the computer and forcing you to read? Sorry, then.

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A story. You should really use the spacebar; it makes your review easier to read.

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I read three stories today. Is it just me, or is everyone transferring to Hogwarts from America these days? LOL. I'm glad I chose Japan!

After Potions, Araminta hurried to the library. She wanted to look up Love Potions, because at the rate things were going, she was going to disappear into the ether.

"Let's see," she said, as she smiled at Madam Pince and slipped around the corner to the Restricted Section. "Lapland Spells, Leotards (Magical), Lubricous Spells For Slippery Sorts...oops, too far."

Araminta backed up, running her fingers over the spines. "Ah, here it is." She pulled a heavy book entitled Love Spells down from the shelf. She quickly opened it to the middle and read the ingredients for a potion: chocolate, cinnamon, essence of heartroot, shavings from a unicorn's horn. She also read the directions by speed-reading, but before she was sure that she had memorized the directions, a face came out of the book and began to scream so loudly she thought her eardrums would burst.

Araminta dropped the book and clapped her hands over her ears. "Ouch."

"Miss Malpot," scolded Madam Pince. "Do you have a note to be in the Restricted Section?"

"Well, no," Araminta admitted. "But I really need to know about--"

"No, you do not need to know about anything in the Restricted Section unless you have a note for it." She snatched the book out of Araminta's hands and plonked it back onto the shelf. "You are required to have a note to read or remove books from the Restricted Section, and you are also required to show it to me before you enter this section. Do you have such a note?"

Araminta grew hot. Of course she didn't, but that was a stupid rule to censor the things she wanted to know. "No, ma'am," she said.

"In that case," Madam Pince leaned down, right close to her nose, "ten points from your Houses--yes, both Slytherin and Gryffindor, Miss Malpot."

"Ten points?" Araminta wailed.

"Yes, ten points," Madam Pince repeated. "And you will report to the library this evening at 10 p.m. for a detention. Honestly, there's a sign right there that says no note, no book. Can't anyone around here read?" Grumbling, she toddled back to her desk.

Araminta fumed and steam rose from under her collar. "That's just not fair." Fortunately, Madam Pince didn't hear her, or she might have had another detention. She scooped up her bag and stamped past the other people in the library, gasping loudly when she saw that a few people were eating at one of the tables. She only felt a little bad when she heard Madam Pince yell at Harry for eating chocolate in the library and give him a detention too.