"No Ron you've got it wrong! The wand movement for color change is a sweeping movement, like this see?" Hermione swished her wand flawlessly through the air. "See? Bend you elbow more!..... oh Ron you look like a windmill!"
Ron made another if not worse furious windmill movement with a look of absolute frustration on his face. As he gestured wildly he accidentally caught a passing first year on the side of the head, who promptly scampered away frightened. To add insult to injury his wand went clattering onto the ground vanishing the table his, Harrys and Hermiones books were spread out on. Harry tried to concentrate on his homework while this was going on around him but inspite of himself he looked up. Hermione let out a little snort of laughter as she pointed her wand another Rickety table in the Gryffindor common room.
"Locamoter table", it floated through the air over to Ron who sighed as he scooped up the books off the floor and placed them on it. Harry pointed his wand at the still mud brown Trevor, Nevilles toad whom Ron was practicing color changing on as he made his usual bid for freedom.
"Acio Toad."
Harry handed a squirming Trevor (who seemed to have figured out his impending doom) to Ron. Hermione once again directed her wand at her knitting needles so they resumed their monotonous clicking that meant another elf hat was in the making.
"Ron, Ron, Ron, what would you do with out me here to help you." Ron stared at her indignantly.
"What's that supposed to mean?" he glowered at her. "And your elf hat looks like Eloise Midgeon. Look the bauble is off center just like her nose... and if you squint," He squinted, "Those two brown thingys look like eyes. Don't you think Harry?"
Harry looked up from his complicated transfiguration diagram he was completing about transfiguring a flowering shrub into a small poodle. The bickering between Ron and Hermione had been going on for nearly an hour now and he had been trying very hard not to get pulled into it and concentrate on his diagram. Nonetheless he looked up curiously at the hat suspend between the once again stationary knitting needles. Now that he looked at it the hat certainly did have a strong likeness to Eloise Midgeon.
"yeh - no! of course not!" He changed mid word at the hurt look on Hermiones face. She was now peering at the hat hopelessly.
"I am getting better!" she said somewhat sadly as she looked through the pile of completed elf hats on the floor beside her squashy arm chair. Harry couldn't deny that. He vaguely remembered comparing Hermiones hats to woolly bladders when she had just started. "And those 'two brown thingys' happen to be hearts. I didn't have red" she said defensively.
"Yeah....er...... well now that you say that I can tell they're...er.... hearts." said harry lying feebly through his teeth. He gave her what he hoped was and engcouraging smile. "You could probably do a spell on them to make them red."
"don't encourage her!." Ron said under his breath.
"good point" Harry muttered putting aside his finished transfiguration diagram and picking up his dream diary for divination.
Hermione heard them of course and eyed them making disaproving little "tsk tsk" sounds. As her eyes swept disapprovingly from Harry to Rons face and she smiled slyly. Harry felt distinct suspicion about what she was about to bring up and felt a sense of foreboding for him.
"Well you didn't seem to mind Eloise midgeons three weeks ago." she said nonchalantly. Rons face turned the flaming red of his hair and Harry ducked behind his dream diary again so Ron wouldn't see him laughing
"Not so loud!" he hissed twisting around the side of his armchair and looking nervously across the room at Fred and George whom were talking animatedly with their friend Lee Jordan. Apparently his giant tarantula had "escaped" in Umbridges office.
"I think they might have forgotten by now" he said hopefully peering at Fred cautiously over the top of "A History of Magic" as he did an spirited impression of Umbridge leaping about screaming, "And I thought we agreed NEVER to discuss that again." he added vehemently with a shudder.
Hermione gazed sweetly down at Eloise the hat. "It must have slipped my mind"
"tough luck mate" said harry suppressing a grin as he remembered the eventful Monday three weeks previous.....
Ron made another if not worse furious windmill movement with a look of absolute frustration on his face. As he gestured wildly he accidentally caught a passing first year on the side of the head, who promptly scampered away frightened. To add insult to injury his wand went clattering onto the ground vanishing the table his, Harrys and Hermiones books were spread out on. Harry tried to concentrate on his homework while this was going on around him but inspite of himself he looked up. Hermione let out a little snort of laughter as she pointed her wand another Rickety table in the Gryffindor common room.
"Locamoter table", it floated through the air over to Ron who sighed as he scooped up the books off the floor and placed them on it. Harry pointed his wand at the still mud brown Trevor, Nevilles toad whom Ron was practicing color changing on as he made his usual bid for freedom.
"Acio Toad."
Harry handed a squirming Trevor (who seemed to have figured out his impending doom) to Ron. Hermione once again directed her wand at her knitting needles so they resumed their monotonous clicking that meant another elf hat was in the making.
"Ron, Ron, Ron, what would you do with out me here to help you." Ron stared at her indignantly.
"What's that supposed to mean?" he glowered at her. "And your elf hat looks like Eloise Midgeon. Look the bauble is off center just like her nose... and if you squint," He squinted, "Those two brown thingys look like eyes. Don't you think Harry?"
Harry looked up from his complicated transfiguration diagram he was completing about transfiguring a flowering shrub into a small poodle. The bickering between Ron and Hermione had been going on for nearly an hour now and he had been trying very hard not to get pulled into it and concentrate on his diagram. Nonetheless he looked up curiously at the hat suspend between the once again stationary knitting needles. Now that he looked at it the hat certainly did have a strong likeness to Eloise Midgeon.
"yeh - no! of course not!" He changed mid word at the hurt look on Hermiones face. She was now peering at the hat hopelessly.
"I am getting better!" she said somewhat sadly as she looked through the pile of completed elf hats on the floor beside her squashy arm chair. Harry couldn't deny that. He vaguely remembered comparing Hermiones hats to woolly bladders when she had just started. "And those 'two brown thingys' happen to be hearts. I didn't have red" she said defensively.
"Yeah....er...... well now that you say that I can tell they're...er.... hearts." said harry lying feebly through his teeth. He gave her what he hoped was and engcouraging smile. "You could probably do a spell on them to make them red."
"don't encourage her!." Ron said under his breath.
"good point" Harry muttered putting aside his finished transfiguration diagram and picking up his dream diary for divination.
Hermione heard them of course and eyed them making disaproving little "tsk tsk" sounds. As her eyes swept disapprovingly from Harry to Rons face and she smiled slyly. Harry felt distinct suspicion about what she was about to bring up and felt a sense of foreboding for him.
"Well you didn't seem to mind Eloise midgeons three weeks ago." she said nonchalantly. Rons face turned the flaming red of his hair and Harry ducked behind his dream diary again so Ron wouldn't see him laughing
"Not so loud!" he hissed twisting around the side of his armchair and looking nervously across the room at Fred and George whom were talking animatedly with their friend Lee Jordan. Apparently his giant tarantula had "escaped" in Umbridges office.
"I think they might have forgotten by now" he said hopefully peering at Fred cautiously over the top of "A History of Magic" as he did an spirited impression of Umbridge leaping about screaming, "And I thought we agreed NEVER to discuss that again." he added vehemently with a shudder.
Hermione gazed sweetly down at Eloise the hat. "It must have slipped my mind"
"tough luck mate" said harry suppressing a grin as he remembered the eventful Monday three weeks previous.....