They finally arrived at Hogsmeade. Ron rushes them to Zonkos. Once there, the looked around at the vast array of candies and pranks. Hermoine finaly got bored with it and they agreed to meet at The Three Broomsticks in half an hour.
Once there, they ordered 3 butterbeers and sat down at an empty table in the back, the same one they had sat at when Harry had first found out that Sirius had been his godfather in their 3rd year.
"That Snape is bloody impossible. Goyle's potion was WAY worse than yours! his smelled like rotting eggs and was red with white spots!" Ron said impatiently, prodding a beetle that had been slowly making his way across the table with hid wand.
"Well, when have you known Snape to be any better to me than Crabbe or Goyle? Especially Malfoy..." Harry's eyes narrowed at the thought of Snape.
"You'd think he'd be a bit nicer now that we're all, you know," she lowered her voice, "in the Order. Its just not right." She pulled out some knitting utensils and some yarn and started knitting something that vaguely resembled a hat. Then she wondered out loud, "I wonder if they have house elves here in the Three Broomsticks..."
"Oh, Hermoine, will you please give up this house elf stuff! Its bloody annoying, it is," Ron snapped.
Looking highly affronted, Hermoine replied quickly and angrily, "Well, how would you like it if you were the slave and were bossed around all the time, cooking meals, washing clothes, picking up after everyone and never being offered any consolutation or rest but--"
"Would you two please stop bickering!!" Harry snapped at the both of them.
Once there, they ordered 3 butterbeers and sat down at an empty table in the back, the same one they had sat at when Harry had first found out that Sirius had been his godfather in their 3rd year.
"That Snape is bloody impossible. Goyle's potion was WAY worse than yours! his smelled like rotting eggs and was red with white spots!" Ron said impatiently, prodding a beetle that had been slowly making his way across the table with hid wand.
"Well, when have you known Snape to be any better to me than Crabbe or Goyle? Especially Malfoy..." Harry's eyes narrowed at the thought of Snape.
"You'd think he'd be a bit nicer now that we're all, you know," she lowered her voice, "in the Order. Its just not right." She pulled out some knitting utensils and some yarn and started knitting something that vaguely resembled a hat. Then she wondered out loud, "I wonder if they have house elves here in the Three Broomsticks..."
"Oh, Hermoine, will you please give up this house elf stuff! Its bloody annoying, it is," Ron snapped.
Looking highly affronted, Hermoine replied quickly and angrily, "Well, how would you like it if you were the slave and were bossed around all the time, cooking meals, washing clothes, picking up after everyone and never being offered any consolutation or rest but--"
"Would you two please stop bickering!!" Harry snapped at the both of them.