Chapter 3 ; The feast and announcements of an odd sort.
''HUFFLEPUFF! The sorting hat screamed as it sorted the last new student, (Zartnett, Hannah) into her house. The members of Hufflepuff let out a large cheer and returned to their seats.
Sat at the Gryffindor table, the trio of friends watched the proceedings and awaited the feast. Harry fondly remembered the day he had been sorted, initiated into this whole new world that he never knew existed. His scar suddenly panged as he remembered how he had begged not to be placed into Slytherin despite the sorting hats opinion... Sooner or later he thought, that decision would count against him, Voldemort had told him so the night of the lake battle. The night that changed Harry's future... He quickly pushed the thought out of his mind and returned into Ron and Hermione's conversation as they tucked into the glorious feast. '' You can't not go Ron! Oliver's one of your friends and he's invited you to attend!" said Hermione, exasperated at Ron opposite her. ''Look Hermione, I don't expect you to understand this but I'm sure a Quidditch nut like Oliver will. I can't afford to miss practise this year. Wedding or not. In fact if it wasn't for the fact that Oliver's injured at the moment I'm not entirely sure he'd go either!'' Said Ron who was currently spooning mountains of mashed potato onto his already overloaded plate. '' What on earth are you pair 'debating' about now'' asked Harry whilst trying to salvage the last Roast potato before Ron spotted it. Before Ron could answer Hermione huffed and started to explain at an alarmingly fast rate. '' YouknowOliverandNat?Welltheyregettingmarriedjustbeforechristmasandweveallbee n invitedbutRonhereisbeingastubbornassandwontgo!" she blurted, her cheeks flushed red from lack of oxygen. ''AND I'mabridesmaid!!!'' she added. Harry looked bemused '' Oliver and Nat? Getting married? - Who is she again?'' a look of complete puzzlement upon his face. ''Nat- Natalie Darkle. You know, that girl who looked a bit like me- helped me with Arithmancy- We are quite good friends . She was in Oliver's year and Gryffindor seeker before you! C'mon surely you remember her. Ron was obsessed with her before she sent a bludger his way '' Hermione giggled at the memory. Ron would have said something but he was currently stuffing his face with Roast Turkey. Instead he just raised an eyebrow. '' Oh yea. Sorry my mind went blank for a mo' but it's been ages since I saw her or Oliver. She must be one lucky woman if Oliver's giving up a second of his life not devoted to Quidditch'' If Harry remembered correctly then Natalie had been forced to give up her place upon the Quidditch team after an altercation with a Slytherin chaser. Hermione informed him that Darkles parents had refused to let her play again, and Dumbledore thought it best if she was not aloud on the pitch again for matches – incase she decided to get some revenge mid match, she was shall we say tempestuous by nature- except of course around Oliver. Harry remembered her now clearly because she apparently loved Quidditch almost as much as Wood and had been quite a talented seeker- although not as good as him. ''Are you coming Harry? Please don't tell me you've become as stubborn as Ronald here'' Hermione glanced over at Ron who was now half way through devouring a whole trifle despite Seamus and Dean trying relentlessly to get the dessert away from him. He shot her a sarcastic grin then continued to eat. ''Yeah..i'll think about it .. got stuff to do.. you know'' Harry mumbled , not looking up from his plate. ''Well please do and work on the bottomless pit here. All Quidditch and no socialising makes you two dull boys!'' she retorted. Harry and Ron looked at each other and groaned.
''HUFFLEPUFF! The sorting hat screamed as it sorted the last new student, (Zartnett, Hannah) into her house. The members of Hufflepuff let out a large cheer and returned to their seats.
Sat at the Gryffindor table, the trio of friends watched the proceedings and awaited the feast. Harry fondly remembered the day he had been sorted, initiated into this whole new world that he never knew existed. His scar suddenly panged as he remembered how he had begged not to be placed into Slytherin despite the sorting hats opinion... Sooner or later he thought, that decision would count against him, Voldemort had told him so the night of the lake battle. The night that changed Harry's future... He quickly pushed the thought out of his mind and returned into Ron and Hermione's conversation as they tucked into the glorious feast. '' You can't not go Ron! Oliver's one of your friends and he's invited you to attend!" said Hermione, exasperated at Ron opposite her. ''Look Hermione, I don't expect you to understand this but I'm sure a Quidditch nut like Oliver will. I can't afford to miss practise this year. Wedding or not. In fact if it wasn't for the fact that Oliver's injured at the moment I'm not entirely sure he'd go either!'' Said Ron who was currently spooning mountains of mashed potato onto his already overloaded plate. '' What on earth are you pair 'debating' about now'' asked Harry whilst trying to salvage the last Roast potato before Ron spotted it. Before Ron could answer Hermione huffed and started to explain at an alarmingly fast rate. '' YouknowOliverandNat?Welltheyregettingmarriedjustbeforechristmasandweveallbee n invitedbutRonhereisbeingastubbornassandwontgo!" she blurted, her cheeks flushed red from lack of oxygen. ''AND I'mabridesmaid!!!'' she added. Harry looked bemused '' Oliver and Nat? Getting married? - Who is she again?'' a look of complete puzzlement upon his face. ''Nat- Natalie Darkle. You know, that girl who looked a bit like me- helped me with Arithmancy- We are quite good friends . She was in Oliver's year and Gryffindor seeker before you! C'mon surely you remember her. Ron was obsessed with her before she sent a bludger his way '' Hermione giggled at the memory. Ron would have said something but he was currently stuffing his face with Roast Turkey. Instead he just raised an eyebrow. '' Oh yea. Sorry my mind went blank for a mo' but it's been ages since I saw her or Oliver. She must be one lucky woman if Oliver's giving up a second of his life not devoted to Quidditch'' If Harry remembered correctly then Natalie had been forced to give up her place upon the Quidditch team after an altercation with a Slytherin chaser. Hermione informed him that Darkles parents had refused to let her play again, and Dumbledore thought it best if she was not aloud on the pitch again for matches – incase she decided to get some revenge mid match, she was shall we say tempestuous by nature- except of course around Oliver. Harry remembered her now clearly because she apparently loved Quidditch almost as much as Wood and had been quite a talented seeker- although not as good as him. ''Are you coming Harry? Please don't tell me you've become as stubborn as Ronald here'' Hermione glanced over at Ron who was now half way through devouring a whole trifle despite Seamus and Dean trying relentlessly to get the dessert away from him. He shot her a sarcastic grin then continued to eat. ''Yeah..i'll think about it .. got stuff to do.. you know'' Harry mumbled , not looking up from his plate. ''Well please do and work on the bottomless pit here. All Quidditch and no socialising makes you two dull boys!'' she retorted. Harry and Ron looked at each other and groaned.