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Chapter 33:
After another hour in the Room of Requirements, everybody was growing quite restless. The only people who hadn't settled their issues were Snape, Lenore, and Blaise, who didn't want to, and Harry and Ron, who both couldn't remember. Hermione, apparently, had already settled hers, but she still refused to tell anyone what it was. Harry had approached Ron and asked about it, but he turned bright red and mumbled that it was nothing.
Now, for the moment, the Room of Requirements was quite small, and Harry was growing incredibly restless. Everyone was bored and irritated, and nobody was talking. After a while, Robyn began pacing. Back, and forth, back, and forth, back and forth, back, and-
"Robyn, quit!" snapped Hermione irritably. Robyn flipped her blonde hair back and frowned. She sighed audibly. Another minute passed.
"I'm bored," whined Lenore.
"Are we there yet?" joked Draco dryly. Nobody laughed. Another minute passed. Robyn began pacing again. A book suddenly appeared next to Hermione; she smiled satisfactorily and began reading.
"Hey," said Ron suddenly. Everyone looked up at him quizzically. He shut his eyes tightly. "I need a broom and a Quidditch pitch. I need a broom and a Quidditch pitch. I need a-"
"Ron," sighed Hermione. "That won't work."
"Why?" asked Ron.
"Because," she explained patiently, "A Quidditch pitch is bigger than the room. Plus, the room kind of… conjures items. They can't leave here, and once you leave, they disappear. A broom might work, though, if you honestly think the ceiling's high enough." Ron's jaw dropped for a moment as if he was about to protest the unfairness, but he suddenly stopped and smiled.
"I need a broom. I need a broom. I need a-" Suddenly, a muggle broom appeared. Ron glared at it. "This isn't a flying broom!" he complained.
"Let me try," said Harry, grinning. "I need a firebolt. I need a firebolt. I need a fir-" Suddenly, an exact model of Harry's broom appeared.
"Excellent!" said Harry happily. The next few minutes were spent with many conjurings of brooms, a snitch, a Quaffle, and goalposts. Lenore, Draco, Blaise, Harry, Ron, Ginny, Robyn, Lavender, and, surprisingly enough, Evelyn, were going to play mini Quidditch, with one beater, a Keeper, a Seeker, and two chasers on each team. But they needed one more person…
"Come on, 'Mione…"
"No."
"Er… Professor Snape?" dared Ginny.
"No."
"Well, then…" said Evelyn. "I can be two Chasers at once. Now, let's get this game started! We only need…"
"Two bludgers," said Robyn.
"Wait!" said Harry, but it was too late. Two bludgers appeared, one of them zooming straight at Harry. He made a fast duck to miss it.
"The game is on!" screamed Ron. Everybody excitedly jumped onto their brooms. Harry was on a team with Lenore and Lavender as Chasers, Blaise as Beater, and Ron as keeper. The other team had Evelyn as Chaser, Draco as Seeker, Ginny as Keeper, which she wasn't very good at, and Robyn as Beater. Robyn wasn't the best either.
"Shit!" yelled Evelyn suddenly, when her team was down forty-nil. "I can't pass to anyone! This is hard…"
"You just noticed?" smirked Draco.
Evelyn glared. "Shut it, Malfoy, or I'll take a million points from Slytherin-"
"And then I'll take two million points from Gryffindor," said Snape idly from the floor. "Watch it, Potter, a bludger's about to hit you…" he then said, bored.
"Ahh!" yelled Harry, diving out of the way just in time. Finally, people began getting hungry. Harry remembered that he was supposed to be looking for the Snitch, and he saw it almost immediately, grinning and racing his broom over to it. He caught it and waved it happily.
So the eleven castaways enjoyed dinner. By this time everyone desperately wanted to leave the room.
Evelyn seemed more restless than all of the students. "Okay, Snivellus, Weasley, potter and Felkes, do your stupid secrets or confrontations now! Nobody will care; you can even do memory charms on us later! Snape unwillingly crossed his arms, Ron reddened, Lenore began pacing nervously, and Harry bit his lip, trying as hard as he could to think of what 'issue' he needed to resolve.
"I can't think of anything," said Harry truthfully.
"UGH!" screamed Evelyn. "DUMBLEDORE, LET US OUT!"
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Two terribly boring days passed, which, unfortunately, turned out to be the weekend. Ron and Hermione wouldn't stop snapping at each other, Ginny and Draco had begun kissing in the corner for a few minutes, Robyn wouldn't stop pacing, Lavender began owling notes every few minutes to Parvati, trying to find the latest gossip, Blaise had nearly cast Crucio on Hermione once and on Harry once, Snape was more irritable than usual, and Evelyn seemed to psychologically be drifting back to her teenage years. It was a mess.
It was another tedious hour, right after dinner, and Harry was playing Wizard's Chess with Ron, and was being beaten very badly. Hermione was, as always, reading. Ginny was chatting quietly with Draco about Quidditch, Blaise was practicing hexes on a cushion that would probably be illegal if he used it on a person, Lavender was flipping impatiently through a Muggle teen magazine, Snape was talking to himself, and Evelyn was meditating… loudly, probably just to attract attention.
"HUMMMMMMMMMMMMMM"
Harry looked disdainfully at her. She was wearing exercise robes (A/N: Lol! Like my terminology??) and her blonde curls were pulled back into a ponytail.
"Knight to B8!" Harry said loudly. "Damn…"
"Check!" said Ron. Harry was busy looking for where he could move, but was interrupted by Hermione angrily getting up, stomping to the door, and shouting, "ALOHOMORA! FINE! WHAT DO YOU WANT FROM ME? ALOHOMORA ALOHOMORA ALOHOMORA!" Suddenly, the door clicked open.
"Whoa," said Harry loudly.
Hermione took a long, deep breath, and calmly walked out into the corridor. Harry sprinted out. "FREEDOM!" he yelled happily, earning several strange glances.
A moment later, Dumbledore was walking towards them. "Ah. I see you've finally discovered the key to getting out."
"Was this one big joke?" demanded Harry angrily. "Was all we had to do to say 'Alohomora?'" Dumbledore nodded.
"DUMBLEDORE!" screamed Evelyn. "HOW COULD YOU? IT DIDN"T WORK LAST TIME!"
Dumbledore chuckled; he chuckled! "I changed the rules a bit, but I think that all in all it was a good experience…" Harry stared at him, dumbfounded.
"You're not the first, Harry, and you won't be the last. Every few years I do this with the people I think could use it most, and every year it seems to work…"
"That was cruel, Professor," said Lenore. "Cruel and unusual punishment…"
"I wouldn't say cruel," said Lupin, appearing behind them. "Unusual, yes, but where would we be if Dumbledore wasn't unusual?" Harry shrugged.
Lupin then whispered something to Evelyn, and she blushed. "Remus!" she said jokingly.
"Well, you may go," said Dumbledore. "Oh, by the way, there will be the first Quidditch match next Saturday and next Sunday is a Hogsmeade visit. Two weeks after that will be Halloween, and the Head students and the Prefects have decided upon having a Halloween Ball and a Yule Ball this year… unusual, but not a bad idea… Just thought I should tell you. Good day," he finished, and he started down the hall.
"Wait, Professor," said Harry, running after him.
Dumbledore turned. "Yes, Harry?"
"Just curious, but… what exactly is Voldemort up to? Why is he lying low still? It has just been making me uneasy, I suppose…"
"Ah. Harry, why don't you come up to my office? You may want to bring Ron, Hermione, Ginny, and Draco, too… And Lenore."
"Do you really trust Draco?"
"I do."
"All right then," sighed Harry. "I'll go get them."
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