And it's the next chapter! I haven't read the reviews (I'm starting to
write this right after I finished and uploaded the last one, be happy I'm
attempting to actually work on this), so maybe thanks! And, as I promised
last chapter, there will be stuff in this one. Can you believe it? I think
this one might be better; I always enjoy writing scenes with Ron and
Hermione in it more. If my brain hadn't interfered, Harry wouldn't be in it
at all. Enjoy!
"Ron! RON, YOU LAZY ASS GET UP!" Ron was awakened by a loud screech and a kick to his side.
"Bugger off, Gin, tell Mum I'm in the shower," Ron mumbled, his eyes still shut.
"It's Hermione, you git. It's already half past one!" A bossy voice said nearby. Ron opened his eyes and his vision swam into focus. He was entangled in his sleeping bag in the corner while Hermione was already up and dressed.
"Uuugh, I missed breakfast?" Ron moaned, getting out of his sleeping bag with great difficulty.
"Honestly, is that all you think about, Ron? Food?" Hermione said in a disapproving tone, although her mouth twitched into a slight smile.
"That, and sleep," Ron muttered, pulling out his uniform.
"Well, you missed breakfast and lunch," Hermione said lightly. Seeing Ron's appalled look, she hurriedly said, "Oh, but Professor Rahimi said you could just go to the front of the hall and look underneath Professor Suk's chair. There's a trapdoor and it leads to the kitchens. You can go down and ask the house elves for some food."
"Wicked. So, I'm gonna go get dressed and showered now, see you in a few," Ron muttered, pushing the Great Hall doors open.
"Good idea, you smell like a gym sock," Hermione murmured underneath her breath.
"I heard that. I don't know what gym is, but it probably isn't good," Ron called back as he went out the doors.
Hermione grinned and shook her head. Stupid boy. How is it that he can be so clueless in things like gym, but so awesome in chess? Duh, Hermione, he's a wizard. His ordinary is your extraordinary, and vice versa. Speaking of ordinary...
Hermione pulled out her magical stereo. While she was in Japan for holidays in July, she bought a stereo that could play in magical areas and could also play muggle CDs. She popped in her custom burnt CD and flipped to the 8th song, her favourite. When the music came on, she started dancing and singing to it (AN: This is going to be one of my favourite songs, so if you don't like it, too bloody bad).
Turn it inside out so I can see
The part of you that's drifting over me
And when I wake you're, you're never there But when I sleep you're, you're everywhere You're everywhere
Just tell me how I got this far Just tell me why you're here and who you are 'Cuz every time I look you're never there And everytime I sleep you're everywhere
'Cuz you're everywhere to me And when I close my eyes it's you I see You're everything I know that makes me believe I'm not alone I'm not alone
I recognize the way you make me feel It's hard to think that you might not be real I sense it now, the water's getting deep I try to wash the pain away from me Away from me
'Cuz you're everywhere to me And when I close my eyes it's you I see You're everything I know that makes me believe I'm not alone I'm not alone
When I touch your hand It's then I understand The beauty that's within It's now that we begin You always light my way I hope there never comes a day No matter where I go I always feel you so
'Cuz you're everywhere to me And when I close my eyes it's you I see You're everything I know that makes me believe I'm not alone I'm not alone
'Cuz you're everywhere to me And when I catch my breath it's you I breathe You're everything I know that makes me believe I'm not alone I'm not alone
You're in everyone I see So tell me Do you see me?
Hermione finished the song, her eyes shut lightly in her fantasy. Her eyes snapped open when she heard an awed "Bloody hell!"
She whipped around to see who it was. She saw Ron, his mouth gaping open in shock and his eyes staring into hers. She flushed terribly and turned her stereo off.
"Wow, Hermione, I didn't know you could sing that well," Ron said in an amazed whisper.
"My parents sent me to singing lessons when I was 7," Hermione murmured, putting her things away and resolutely avoiding Ron's eyes.
There was a tense silence between them until the other exchange students arrived. They met Sean and Amy from Japan, Kelly and Mark from Africa, and Victor (when Hermione heard his name, she cringed terribly) and Leanne from Brazil. Hermione immediately hit it off with Amy, a short girl with shoulder-length layered hair and purple glasses, and they excitedly compared their stereos and CDs. Ron chatted with Sean, Mark, and Victor about their favourite quidditch teams and what positions they played. Kelly and Leanne were left behind, so they played Exploding Snap while chatting about themselves.
"You like Canadian and American music, too?" Amy asked Hermione while she scanned through her playlist.
"Oh yeah, I heard some when I was visiting my cousins in Florida and I immediately got hooked."
"I love Lillix, how about you?"
"Oh yeah, they're okay. I like Michelle Branch a lot, though. She is really famous and successful, and she's not a slut! Plus she's really smart." Their conversation continued like this, while another one went on only a few meters away.
"I'm the best Keeper ever, I even have a theme song that my school made for me," Ron boasted.
"Oh, right. How does it go, 'Ron is a swan, he really mows the lawn' (AN: I was trying to figure out something stupid that rhymed with Ron)?!" Sean scoffed
"No, more like 'Weasley can save anything, he never leaves a single ring, that's why all the Gryffindors sing, Weasley is our King'" Ron said, grinning.
"Oh, and what proof of that is there?" Victor demanded.
"Ask Hermione, she can vouch for me. But whatever you do, don't call her 'Mione. That combined with your name might send her into a sobbing fit," Ron added in an undertone.
"What about my na-"Victor began to ask, but Ron cut him off with a hiss of "Later."
"Hey, Hermione, is there a theme song for Ron? Weasley is our king, or something like that?"
"Yeah, there is."
"Damn!"
"Told you so."
"Well, I'm the star chaser for MY team," Mark started. Their conversation continued like this, boasting about them and demanding proof from the girls.
A few hours later, there was a knock on the door. All of them looked up from their discussions as Professor Suk strode in. She looked at all of them, before speaking. "There is half an hour until the other students arrive, you will be expected to be changed into your uniforms and presentable by then. Then you will be sorted. Now, before you get sorted, I should explain a bit about each house.
"Carannilwen is represented by a dolphin, and its colour is royal blue. This house is for people that are smart.
"Gorithilion is represented by a monkey, and its colour is forest green. This house is for people that are athletic.
"Galenlossion is represented by a hawk, and its colour is gray. This house is for people who are outgoing.
"And finally, Dunparmaiel is represented by a hedgehog, and its colour is violet. This house is for people who are kind.
Your uniform colour will change instantaneously after you are sorted. Good luck for this term, and I hope you make many new friends," Professor Suk said, casting her eyes around them, smiling gently as she saw new friendships already building. She walked back out of the hall, leaving them.
"C'mon, 'Mione, I have this great hair stuff. It'll make your hair so nice!" Amy said excitedly, and pulled on Hermione's arm in the direction of the bathrooms.
"Don't call me 'Mione, please," Hermione said quietly, her expression of happiness for beginning school wiped off her face. She walked towards the bathroom, Amy close behind with a bottle of something. Ron heard Amy ask why as they walked out of the great Hall doors.
"So, why is she so against the name 'Mione? And me?" Victor asked Ron as soon as the girls were out of earshot.
"Er, basically, she had this, uh, friend named Viktor, and, er, she didn't have a very good experience with him," Ron said, trying to tell it without going into personal details. After all, Hermione wouldn't want her dark secret shared with 3 boys she'd barely met.
"Riiight."
30 minutes later, the eight of them stood nervously outside of the Great Hall with the first years, muffled chatter reaching their ears. Ron felt extremely tall, next to the tiny first years and the rest of the sixth years, who were all considerably shorter than him.
"Nervous?" Hermione murmured next to him, staring unseeingly at the door.
"Nah, it's not like I'm about to enter a room where the only people I know are one of my best friends since first year and some people I met only a few hours ago, and oh, I'll have to live with them for a term," Ron said sarcastically, grimacing.
Hermione smiled softly. "I see your point. At least we came with each other."
"Yea, like can you imagine going to this school where the only person you know is Malfoy or Parkinson?" Ron said, and gave a dramatic fake shiver.
"That would be hell. I hope I get into the same house as you, I can't imagine being all by myself," Hermione sighed.
"Well, if we don't, we'll go EVERYWHERE together that we can, I'll even come to the library if you like," Ron said, finally looking down at Hermione.
"Thanks, Ron. That means a lot," Hermione said, looking up at him and smiling her soft smile. She suddenly took Ron's hand and squeezed it reassuringly. Ron tensed up, and relaxed slightly when she let go.
The doors swung open, and Professor Rahimi called the eight of them into the hall. They walked in, glancing around everywhere at the students. Most of them had curious expressions on their faces, but one table did not. It was the gray table, and all of them were chatting with each other, twirling their wands between their fingers like batons, or just looking around the hall boredly.
There was an old hat, similar to the Sorting Hat at Hogwarts, sitting on a stool at the front. In fact, it was identical to it, but as they soon found out, it had a feminine voice. It began to sing:
Hello, students old and new
I'm going to do a favour for you I'll sort you into the houses four Before you get swept out of the door
You already know what they're about So come on over here and hear me shout
Galenlossion, Dunparmaiel, Gorithilion, Carannilwen
Now that I'm finished, let the sorting begin!
Professor Rahimi strode to his spot beside the hat, and started to call out the names. (AN: This time it's going to be in alphabetical order, not by country)
"Armstrong, Kelly!" Kelly, a tall black girl with long, hazel hair walked forward and put the hat on. "Gorithilon!" The black on her uniform changed to green as soon as the hat spoke. She ran to the green table, grinning.
"Cromme, Victor!" Victor, a tan boy with spiky dark brown hair went up. "Galenlossion!" He smiled and walked to his table, his uniform now gray.
"Granger, Hermione!" Hermione walked forward and put the hat on her head. Just like the Hogwarts sorting hat, it talked to her privately. "Ah, you're very smart, but very kind to those you love... Outgoing when you want to be... Ugh, not athletic at all, are you? Sorry, dear. Well, I'd have to say..." The voice suddenly projected out to the hall. "Carannilwen!" Hermione felt a tingling, and her uniform changed to a lovely royal blue. Relieved for it to be over, she grinned at Ron, who gave her a thumb up, and went over to her new house.
"Hey, you can sit here!" A voice called. She went to it, and saw her cousin.
"Lena!" Hermione exclaimed, sitting beside her.
"Congrats for making it into the geek house," Lena said, smiling.
"Oh, thanks," Hermione said sarcastically, and turned to see Leanne Ichabod be sorted into Dunparmaiel.
"No problem," Lena said, grinning. "So, which one came with you?"
"Ron, the tall redhead at the back," Hermione said, pointing him out as Sean Li was sorted into Galenlossion.
"Oh, him. He's kinda cute, huh?" Lena teased, nudging Hermione in the ribs.
"Oh shut up, I haven't had a crush on him since the beginning of third year!" Hermione hissed, turning pink.
"So you admit that you once did?" Lena said loftily.
"Whatever. Yea, Amy made it!" Hermione cheered as her new friend, Amy Shiba was sorted into Carannilwen. Amy came running and sat down beside Hermione, grinning.
"Hey, Hermione! I'm so happy we're in the same house!" Amy said excitedly. Lena welcomed her into 'the geek house' and introduced herself, as Mark Thomas was unhappily getting sorted into Dumparmaiel, a horrified expression on his face as his uniform turned purple. By the time she was finished, Ron was walking up to get sorted.
He sat on the stool and slipped the hat on. The hat talked to him privately. "Well hello hello... you're a tough one... you're outgoing, athletic, and kind... dumb as a brick, though, sorry about that... I'd have to say... Gorithilion!" It shouted the last word to the hall and Ron ran to the green table, relieved to not be going to the purple house.
While the first years got sorted, Ron and Hermione had a silent, mouthed conversation across the hall.
"Congratulations on making it into the jock house."
"Congrats on making it into the geek house."
"That's the second time I've been told that so far?"
"Who else by?"
"My cousin, she's here, unfortunately."
"Where is she?"
"Beside me, you idot."
"She looks like you, minus the bushy hair."
"Her hair is worse than mine, she just uses Sleakeasy's obsessively!"
"Riiight."
"It's true!"
"Blue looks nice on you."
"WHAT?!"
"It does."
"And... green looks nice with your red hair..."
"Not very sincere."
"Shut up." Hermione pointed to Professor Suk, who was getting up to make the start-of-the-year speech.
"Welcome, welcome. Another year, another new batch of students, and another new teacher! Let's all welcome Professor Harris, our new Herbology teacher!" She gestured to a plump, golden haired woman who waved. "A few announcements are needed. Students are not allowed into the other house's dormitories, and the older students would do best to remember that. Curfew is 10 o' clock, any students caught out of bed will be punished. And finally, any third year students or above are permitted to go to Chickale every month on a certain date. Now, you may eat!" Professor Suk said, smiling as the plates of everyone was filled with food.
Later, in bed, a loud knocking on her door awakened Hermione.
And I am le done! With a horrible cliffhanger!
"Ron! RON, YOU LAZY ASS GET UP!" Ron was awakened by a loud screech and a kick to his side.
"Bugger off, Gin, tell Mum I'm in the shower," Ron mumbled, his eyes still shut.
"It's Hermione, you git. It's already half past one!" A bossy voice said nearby. Ron opened his eyes and his vision swam into focus. He was entangled in his sleeping bag in the corner while Hermione was already up and dressed.
"Uuugh, I missed breakfast?" Ron moaned, getting out of his sleeping bag with great difficulty.
"Honestly, is that all you think about, Ron? Food?" Hermione said in a disapproving tone, although her mouth twitched into a slight smile.
"That, and sleep," Ron muttered, pulling out his uniform.
"Well, you missed breakfast and lunch," Hermione said lightly. Seeing Ron's appalled look, she hurriedly said, "Oh, but Professor Rahimi said you could just go to the front of the hall and look underneath Professor Suk's chair. There's a trapdoor and it leads to the kitchens. You can go down and ask the house elves for some food."
"Wicked. So, I'm gonna go get dressed and showered now, see you in a few," Ron muttered, pushing the Great Hall doors open.
"Good idea, you smell like a gym sock," Hermione murmured underneath her breath.
"I heard that. I don't know what gym is, but it probably isn't good," Ron called back as he went out the doors.
Hermione grinned and shook her head. Stupid boy. How is it that he can be so clueless in things like gym, but so awesome in chess? Duh, Hermione, he's a wizard. His ordinary is your extraordinary, and vice versa. Speaking of ordinary...
Hermione pulled out her magical stereo. While she was in Japan for holidays in July, she bought a stereo that could play in magical areas and could also play muggle CDs. She popped in her custom burnt CD and flipped to the 8th song, her favourite. When the music came on, she started dancing and singing to it (AN: This is going to be one of my favourite songs, so if you don't like it, too bloody bad).
Turn it inside out so I can see
The part of you that's drifting over me
And when I wake you're, you're never there But when I sleep you're, you're everywhere You're everywhere
Just tell me how I got this far Just tell me why you're here and who you are 'Cuz every time I look you're never there And everytime I sleep you're everywhere
'Cuz you're everywhere to me And when I close my eyes it's you I see You're everything I know that makes me believe I'm not alone I'm not alone
I recognize the way you make me feel It's hard to think that you might not be real I sense it now, the water's getting deep I try to wash the pain away from me Away from me
'Cuz you're everywhere to me And when I close my eyes it's you I see You're everything I know that makes me believe I'm not alone I'm not alone
When I touch your hand It's then I understand The beauty that's within It's now that we begin You always light my way I hope there never comes a day No matter where I go I always feel you so
'Cuz you're everywhere to me And when I close my eyes it's you I see You're everything I know that makes me believe I'm not alone I'm not alone
'Cuz you're everywhere to me And when I catch my breath it's you I breathe You're everything I know that makes me believe I'm not alone I'm not alone
You're in everyone I see So tell me Do you see me?
Hermione finished the song, her eyes shut lightly in her fantasy. Her eyes snapped open when she heard an awed "Bloody hell!"
She whipped around to see who it was. She saw Ron, his mouth gaping open in shock and his eyes staring into hers. She flushed terribly and turned her stereo off.
"Wow, Hermione, I didn't know you could sing that well," Ron said in an amazed whisper.
"My parents sent me to singing lessons when I was 7," Hermione murmured, putting her things away and resolutely avoiding Ron's eyes.
There was a tense silence between them until the other exchange students arrived. They met Sean and Amy from Japan, Kelly and Mark from Africa, and Victor (when Hermione heard his name, she cringed terribly) and Leanne from Brazil. Hermione immediately hit it off with Amy, a short girl with shoulder-length layered hair and purple glasses, and they excitedly compared their stereos and CDs. Ron chatted with Sean, Mark, and Victor about their favourite quidditch teams and what positions they played. Kelly and Leanne were left behind, so they played Exploding Snap while chatting about themselves.
"You like Canadian and American music, too?" Amy asked Hermione while she scanned through her playlist.
"Oh yeah, I heard some when I was visiting my cousins in Florida and I immediately got hooked."
"I love Lillix, how about you?"
"Oh yeah, they're okay. I like Michelle Branch a lot, though. She is really famous and successful, and she's not a slut! Plus she's really smart." Their conversation continued like this, while another one went on only a few meters away.
"I'm the best Keeper ever, I even have a theme song that my school made for me," Ron boasted.
"Oh, right. How does it go, 'Ron is a swan, he really mows the lawn' (AN: I was trying to figure out something stupid that rhymed with Ron)?!" Sean scoffed
"No, more like 'Weasley can save anything, he never leaves a single ring, that's why all the Gryffindors sing, Weasley is our King'" Ron said, grinning.
"Oh, and what proof of that is there?" Victor demanded.
"Ask Hermione, she can vouch for me. But whatever you do, don't call her 'Mione. That combined with your name might send her into a sobbing fit," Ron added in an undertone.
"What about my na-"Victor began to ask, but Ron cut him off with a hiss of "Later."
"Hey, Hermione, is there a theme song for Ron? Weasley is our king, or something like that?"
"Yeah, there is."
"Damn!"
"Told you so."
"Well, I'm the star chaser for MY team," Mark started. Their conversation continued like this, boasting about them and demanding proof from the girls.
A few hours later, there was a knock on the door. All of them looked up from their discussions as Professor Suk strode in. She looked at all of them, before speaking. "There is half an hour until the other students arrive, you will be expected to be changed into your uniforms and presentable by then. Then you will be sorted. Now, before you get sorted, I should explain a bit about each house.
"Carannilwen is represented by a dolphin, and its colour is royal blue. This house is for people that are smart.
"Gorithilion is represented by a monkey, and its colour is forest green. This house is for people that are athletic.
"Galenlossion is represented by a hawk, and its colour is gray. This house is for people who are outgoing.
"And finally, Dunparmaiel is represented by a hedgehog, and its colour is violet. This house is for people who are kind.
Your uniform colour will change instantaneously after you are sorted. Good luck for this term, and I hope you make many new friends," Professor Suk said, casting her eyes around them, smiling gently as she saw new friendships already building. She walked back out of the hall, leaving them.
"C'mon, 'Mione, I have this great hair stuff. It'll make your hair so nice!" Amy said excitedly, and pulled on Hermione's arm in the direction of the bathrooms.
"Don't call me 'Mione, please," Hermione said quietly, her expression of happiness for beginning school wiped off her face. She walked towards the bathroom, Amy close behind with a bottle of something. Ron heard Amy ask why as they walked out of the great Hall doors.
"So, why is she so against the name 'Mione? And me?" Victor asked Ron as soon as the girls were out of earshot.
"Er, basically, she had this, uh, friend named Viktor, and, er, she didn't have a very good experience with him," Ron said, trying to tell it without going into personal details. After all, Hermione wouldn't want her dark secret shared with 3 boys she'd barely met.
"Riiight."
30 minutes later, the eight of them stood nervously outside of the Great Hall with the first years, muffled chatter reaching their ears. Ron felt extremely tall, next to the tiny first years and the rest of the sixth years, who were all considerably shorter than him.
"Nervous?" Hermione murmured next to him, staring unseeingly at the door.
"Nah, it's not like I'm about to enter a room where the only people I know are one of my best friends since first year and some people I met only a few hours ago, and oh, I'll have to live with them for a term," Ron said sarcastically, grimacing.
Hermione smiled softly. "I see your point. At least we came with each other."
"Yea, like can you imagine going to this school where the only person you know is Malfoy or Parkinson?" Ron said, and gave a dramatic fake shiver.
"That would be hell. I hope I get into the same house as you, I can't imagine being all by myself," Hermione sighed.
"Well, if we don't, we'll go EVERYWHERE together that we can, I'll even come to the library if you like," Ron said, finally looking down at Hermione.
"Thanks, Ron. That means a lot," Hermione said, looking up at him and smiling her soft smile. She suddenly took Ron's hand and squeezed it reassuringly. Ron tensed up, and relaxed slightly when she let go.
The doors swung open, and Professor Rahimi called the eight of them into the hall. They walked in, glancing around everywhere at the students. Most of them had curious expressions on their faces, but one table did not. It was the gray table, and all of them were chatting with each other, twirling their wands between their fingers like batons, or just looking around the hall boredly.
There was an old hat, similar to the Sorting Hat at Hogwarts, sitting on a stool at the front. In fact, it was identical to it, but as they soon found out, it had a feminine voice. It began to sing:
Hello, students old and new
I'm going to do a favour for you I'll sort you into the houses four Before you get swept out of the door
You already know what they're about So come on over here and hear me shout
Galenlossion, Dunparmaiel, Gorithilion, Carannilwen
Now that I'm finished, let the sorting begin!
Professor Rahimi strode to his spot beside the hat, and started to call out the names. (AN: This time it's going to be in alphabetical order, not by country)
"Armstrong, Kelly!" Kelly, a tall black girl with long, hazel hair walked forward and put the hat on. "Gorithilon!" The black on her uniform changed to green as soon as the hat spoke. She ran to the green table, grinning.
"Cromme, Victor!" Victor, a tan boy with spiky dark brown hair went up. "Galenlossion!" He smiled and walked to his table, his uniform now gray.
"Granger, Hermione!" Hermione walked forward and put the hat on her head. Just like the Hogwarts sorting hat, it talked to her privately. "Ah, you're very smart, but very kind to those you love... Outgoing when you want to be... Ugh, not athletic at all, are you? Sorry, dear. Well, I'd have to say..." The voice suddenly projected out to the hall. "Carannilwen!" Hermione felt a tingling, and her uniform changed to a lovely royal blue. Relieved for it to be over, she grinned at Ron, who gave her a thumb up, and went over to her new house.
"Hey, you can sit here!" A voice called. She went to it, and saw her cousin.
"Lena!" Hermione exclaimed, sitting beside her.
"Congrats for making it into the geek house," Lena said, smiling.
"Oh, thanks," Hermione said sarcastically, and turned to see Leanne Ichabod be sorted into Dunparmaiel.
"No problem," Lena said, grinning. "So, which one came with you?"
"Ron, the tall redhead at the back," Hermione said, pointing him out as Sean Li was sorted into Galenlossion.
"Oh, him. He's kinda cute, huh?" Lena teased, nudging Hermione in the ribs.
"Oh shut up, I haven't had a crush on him since the beginning of third year!" Hermione hissed, turning pink.
"So you admit that you once did?" Lena said loftily.
"Whatever. Yea, Amy made it!" Hermione cheered as her new friend, Amy Shiba was sorted into Carannilwen. Amy came running and sat down beside Hermione, grinning.
"Hey, Hermione! I'm so happy we're in the same house!" Amy said excitedly. Lena welcomed her into 'the geek house' and introduced herself, as Mark Thomas was unhappily getting sorted into Dumparmaiel, a horrified expression on his face as his uniform turned purple. By the time she was finished, Ron was walking up to get sorted.
He sat on the stool and slipped the hat on. The hat talked to him privately. "Well hello hello... you're a tough one... you're outgoing, athletic, and kind... dumb as a brick, though, sorry about that... I'd have to say... Gorithilion!" It shouted the last word to the hall and Ron ran to the green table, relieved to not be going to the purple house.
While the first years got sorted, Ron and Hermione had a silent, mouthed conversation across the hall.
"Congratulations on making it into the jock house."
"Congrats on making it into the geek house."
"That's the second time I've been told that so far?"
"Who else by?"
"My cousin, she's here, unfortunately."
"Where is she?"
"Beside me, you idot."
"She looks like you, minus the bushy hair."
"Her hair is worse than mine, she just uses Sleakeasy's obsessively!"
"Riiight."
"It's true!"
"Blue looks nice on you."
"WHAT?!"
"It does."
"And... green looks nice with your red hair..."
"Not very sincere."
"Shut up." Hermione pointed to Professor Suk, who was getting up to make the start-of-the-year speech.
"Welcome, welcome. Another year, another new batch of students, and another new teacher! Let's all welcome Professor Harris, our new Herbology teacher!" She gestured to a plump, golden haired woman who waved. "A few announcements are needed. Students are not allowed into the other house's dormitories, and the older students would do best to remember that. Curfew is 10 o' clock, any students caught out of bed will be punished. And finally, any third year students or above are permitted to go to Chickale every month on a certain date. Now, you may eat!" Professor Suk said, smiling as the plates of everyone was filled with food.
Later, in bed, a loud knocking on her door awakened Hermione.
And I am le done! With a horrible cliffhanger!