"No, no! Definitely not!" Williams said at the Gryffindor table.
"But Williams! Why not?" Gabrielle said in a winy voice.
"Because you're a great keeper, and we can't look for a new one now!"
"Williams!" She said in an even whinier voice.
"Orwood!" he said mimicking her. She gave him a sour look.
"Please" She said batting her eyelashes, in a very, very fake manor.
"No"
"Next year?" she asked hopefully.
"Maybe" he said
"Fine."
"Fine."
Morgain walked back to her seat in the Grand hall. Morgain was there,
eating her toast, and Hero was perched next to her in front of Gabrielle's
oatmeal. She took the letter from him and petted him. Morgian read the
letter over her shoulder, getting crumbs on the paper. The letter was from
Gabrielle's father, his usual letter from home, at the bottom a scribbled
signature from her little brother, and her mother writing a note at the
bottom, reminding her not to bring anything magical into the house. Now
that was impossible because Gabrielle was magical herself, and she needed
to bring her books home. But she knew as long as her mother didn't see any
of it, there wouldn't be a problem. Her mother didn't like the magical
world, and Gabrielle figured it was because she didn't understand it, and
her grandparents helped a lot. Her Grandparents were as magical as you
could get, and acted as if muggles were stupid, but that was because they
weren't very educated when it came to muggles. Gabrielle loved her
grandparents, and thought they were funny. But her mother didn't like her
in-laws very much, not did they like her very much as well. She took out a
piece of parchment and answered the letter within a few moments, and
Morgain wrote a little at the bottom herself. Then, Gabrielle finished her
oatmeal and looked around the Grand hall. There was hardly anyone there;
normally the Grand hall would be packed at this hour. Gabrielle looked
around curiously. Then they both left for the entrance hall. There seemed
to be a swarm of students by the bulletin board in the entrance hall. They
were all reading a notice. Gabrielle was curious, and as much as she hated
crowds at the moment, she slipped through, over to the sign. It read:
Halloween Ball
In the grand hall, October 31
Years fourth and above are allowed to attend
(Younger years may attend as well, but only accompanied by an older
student) She turned around, rolled her eyes and worked her way back to Morgain. "Another ball" she groaned to Morgain. She took her bag from Morgain's outstretched hand. "What do you mean? We haven't had a ball all year." "Yes, but we need dates first, and I hate it when they use the same old rutine: First they rip my bag to shreds; the contents Fall onto the floor; they pretend that it wasn't them; and try to help and ask you to the ball, but you end up saying no anyways. Perfectly good waste of a bag if you ask me, and it just doesn't happen once." Gabrielle babbled on as she walked to double potions and Morgain to her class. Morgain went red. "Well. I don't say no." "Yeah, yeah, but they have to get by your brother first." She said, smiling and then motioned to her bag "but this year I'm prepared. Ten anti-tare spells, no one, I repeat, no one will rip my-" Her bag split in two and everything fell onto her floor. Ink bottles, quills, book, and parchment. Gabrielle looked at the mess on the floor and looked up, and none other than James Potter strolled up to her, smiling. "But. But. How did you break the spells?" she asked, dumbfounded. He grinned at her. Morgian slipped away to her class, then the bell wrong. She bent down, and started picking everything up, and cleaned it with her wand. James did the same. "Thank you, even though you were the one who did all this." "Your welcome, and I broke open the top, you didn't put any spells on the top, you were the one talking about no one could break the bag." "Hey! You were listening in on my conversation." He shrugged. "We better get to class." He said changing the subject. She eyed him. "Yeah, sure." She said standing up, and putting spells on the top of the bag and repairing and fixing the bottom. Once they got to the door, he opened it, and they walked through. Professor Flammel was in the middle of a speech in the beginning of class, and he stopped and looked at them as they entered. "Sorry. Sir. My bag ripped and everything fell out and, er, James helped me with it." Their where whispers in the room, she caught some of the words, something about making out in the hallways. She went red, as if it couldn't be any worse than it already was. She sat at her seat, and James followed and sat beside her. "As I was saying." Flammel went on "Love potions. They are very interesting, and very difficult to make. We will be working on them for the a couple of classes, and there will be enchantments on the doors so you cant take them out of the classroom and slip it into someone's pumpkin juice at breakfast." He said, and most people laughed. And he went on "Now get out your cauldrons, but only one in a group. This will be a team effort! So you can help each other out." "Taking it easy on us this time." James said, referring to Flammel, as Gabrielle took out her cauldron. "Apparently, yes." She replied. She was surprised they had gotten on friendly terms so fast. The thought of him being an illegal amigus crept though her mind. She hadn't gone after them in a while. She didn't exactly like being held hostage by the janitor, so she felt she should wait until she was sure before she went out wandering about in the school, it was dangerous business. Even for a cat. James took out his book and started reading aloud the ingredients needed for the potion, while Gabrielle took them out and put them on the desk. "The albine is in my bag, on the top." James said pointing to his bag, while the other hand held the book. Gabrielle went though the contents of his bag, looking for a clear bottle with albine in it. She went through it, and found it; A glass jar with a white liquid in it. She put it on the table. "Good. Now the frog tongue."
Halloween Ball
In the grand hall, October 31
Years fourth and above are allowed to attend
(Younger years may attend as well, but only accompanied by an older
student) She turned around, rolled her eyes and worked her way back to Morgain. "Another ball" she groaned to Morgain. She took her bag from Morgain's outstretched hand. "What do you mean? We haven't had a ball all year." "Yes, but we need dates first, and I hate it when they use the same old rutine: First they rip my bag to shreds; the contents Fall onto the floor; they pretend that it wasn't them; and try to help and ask you to the ball, but you end up saying no anyways. Perfectly good waste of a bag if you ask me, and it just doesn't happen once." Gabrielle babbled on as she walked to double potions and Morgain to her class. Morgain went red. "Well. I don't say no." "Yeah, yeah, but they have to get by your brother first." She said, smiling and then motioned to her bag "but this year I'm prepared. Ten anti-tare spells, no one, I repeat, no one will rip my-" Her bag split in two and everything fell onto her floor. Ink bottles, quills, book, and parchment. Gabrielle looked at the mess on the floor and looked up, and none other than James Potter strolled up to her, smiling. "But. But. How did you break the spells?" she asked, dumbfounded. He grinned at her. Morgian slipped away to her class, then the bell wrong. She bent down, and started picking everything up, and cleaned it with her wand. James did the same. "Thank you, even though you were the one who did all this." "Your welcome, and I broke open the top, you didn't put any spells on the top, you were the one talking about no one could break the bag." "Hey! You were listening in on my conversation." He shrugged. "We better get to class." He said changing the subject. She eyed him. "Yeah, sure." She said standing up, and putting spells on the top of the bag and repairing and fixing the bottom. Once they got to the door, he opened it, and they walked through. Professor Flammel was in the middle of a speech in the beginning of class, and he stopped and looked at them as they entered. "Sorry. Sir. My bag ripped and everything fell out and, er, James helped me with it." Their where whispers in the room, she caught some of the words, something about making out in the hallways. She went red, as if it couldn't be any worse than it already was. She sat at her seat, and James followed and sat beside her. "As I was saying." Flammel went on "Love potions. They are very interesting, and very difficult to make. We will be working on them for the a couple of classes, and there will be enchantments on the doors so you cant take them out of the classroom and slip it into someone's pumpkin juice at breakfast." He said, and most people laughed. And he went on "Now get out your cauldrons, but only one in a group. This will be a team effort! So you can help each other out." "Taking it easy on us this time." James said, referring to Flammel, as Gabrielle took out her cauldron. "Apparently, yes." She replied. She was surprised they had gotten on friendly terms so fast. The thought of him being an illegal amigus crept though her mind. She hadn't gone after them in a while. She didn't exactly like being held hostage by the janitor, so she felt she should wait until she was sure before she went out wandering about in the school, it was dangerous business. Even for a cat. James took out his book and started reading aloud the ingredients needed for the potion, while Gabrielle took them out and put them on the desk. "The albine is in my bag, on the top." James said pointing to his bag, while the other hand held the book. Gabrielle went though the contents of his bag, looking for a clear bottle with albine in it. She went through it, and found it; A glass jar with a white liquid in it. She put it on the table. "Good. Now the frog tongue."