The Fifth House
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Chapter Thirty-One"Come on, Hermione," Ron pleaded.
"No, I've got homework. We only have one week before term starts again, you know," Hermione said, sounding very distracted as she wrote.
"But this is holiday time. Free time to do virtually anything but homework," Ron persisted.
"That's not exactly true," Hermione said. She flipped a few pages in her book.
"Just a short little snowball fight. It'll be no fun, just me and Harry. One on one is never as good," Ron said.
Hermione looked up. "No, Ron. I'm sorry, but I want to finish this essay for Professor Flitwick."
"Then what?" Ron asked.
"I thought I'd go to the library," Hermione said.
"You'll never change Hermione. Come on, Harry. Let's go have fun doing something outside, while getting fresh air and using up our last few years of childhood,' Ron said.
"You're fifteen, Ron. That's technically above childhood," Hermione said.
"But you never stop having your inner child," Ron countered.
"Then you don't really have last few years of it, do you?" Hermione said, looking up from her parchment.
Ron scowled. "Come on, Harry, let's go exercise our inner children," he said, turning and starting to walk out of the common room.
"Good bye Ron. Bye, Harry,' Hermione said, turning back to her work and becoming consumed in it once more.
* * * *
"Destructo!" Harry yelled, pointing his wand at a snowball.
"Hey, that was a perfectly good snowball!" Ron complained.
"Yeah, well, I didn't have much time to duck,' Harry explained.
"So what? The point of a snowball fight is to get hit!' Ron said.
Harry quickly brought a hand in front of him and threw a snowball that hit Ron directly in the face. "I know," he said, and grinned.
"You're gonna pay for that!' Ron said, laughing and running after Harry, continuously throwing snowballs at him.
"You've got to slow down, it's not fair!' Ron said after he'd missed Harry seven times.
Ron stopped and looked around for a few seconds. He couldn't see Harry anywhere.
Then there was a sound from behind Ron, who turned around and blindly threw a snowball at whatever was there.
"Hey, no fair! I totally wasn't ready!" said the person who Ron's snowball had hit.
"Oh, sorry, Kylie,' Ron said, his ears turning slightly pink.
Kylie was lying flat on her back with her arms and legs spread out.
"Ron, you've killed me! That hurts, man. That really hurt, right here," Kylie said, as she dramatically brought her fist to her heart.
"Er, sorry?" Ron said, his ears getting redder.
"Here lies the tragic Kylie D'Alessandro, age fifteen. Born August 1st, 1980, died December 31, 1995, due to a hit from a rogue snowball" Kylie narrated.
"Don't you mean Cassie?" said a drawling voice.
"What's that supposed to mean, Malfoy?" Ron asked the platinum-haired, pointed-faced boy who had joined the conversation.
"It means nothing, Ron. He's just being silly," Kylie said, getting up and dusting off the snow that contrasted her black robes.
Ron looked confused.
"Sorry we can't stay longer, I know Draco would love to have a nice, long conversation with you, but we have to be going," Kylie said, pulling the other Slytherin with her as she walked away.
"What, you don't want anyone else to know you're name?" Draco asked as soon as they were out of earshot.
"I've told you, connections. And Cassie is just a nickname, anyway," Kylie said in a huff. "Only my parents called me that.'
"Your mother, you mean?" Draco said.
"No, my dad called me Cassie in his letters," Kylie said, sounding a bit annoyed.
"But never in person," Draco added.
"Of the two times I've talked to him in person, he called me that. Will you just drop it?" Kylie said, sounding very peeved at Draco's persistence.
"Okay, sorry," Draco said, backing off for a few seconds, and then walking back over.
"You are such a Slytherin sometimes,' Kylie remarked.
"You're a Slytherin, too,' Draco said.
"But for no good reason! I was born; therefore I'm in Slytherin. I'd work much better in any other house!" Kylie said very loudly, loud enough that several owls resting in a nearby tree took flight.
"So, you could be in any house?" Draco said, sounding quiet and as if he just solved something.
"What do you think?" Kylie said before walking away.
Draco followed, looking slightly worried.
* * * *
"It's been too long,' said Reelle.
"Far too long," agreed Sammen.
Four people were in the Atrium. The four founders of Terces were together several hours before midnight on the final day of the year. They were making preparations for later in the night, when Brann, Skully, Ren, and Strella would arrive.
"Plikttro," Reelle started to say. She was holding a glass and swishing around the almond colored, shimmering liquid in it.
"Yeah?" he said, turning to her.
"What did you put in this potion?" she asked, holding the glass up to the light to get a better look at it.
"Oh, he probably put something in it," Sammen said, laughing a little.
"I did not," Plikttro said. Reelle gave him a look. "I did not put in anything of great danger."
Reelle rolled her eyes and set her glass down.
"Told you so,' Sammen said, stifling more laughter.
Reelle looked at him with a straight face for one minute, then she couldn't' control it any longer. She cracked up laughing.
Only one person was not involved in the conversation.
Enna sat a short distance away from the others, staring at the swirling, opalescent ceiling and thinking very hard.
Someone tapped her shoulder. 'Hey, what's wrong?" a friendly voice asked.
Enna looked up into Reelle's dark grey eyes.
"Nothing." Enna said blandly.
"See, if you had elaborated a little, I might have left you alone, as I suspect you want to be. But since you resorted to a one word answer, it means that you're lying," Reelle said.
"It's mildly intimidating how you know things about people," Enna said, looking at the floor.
"Yes, well it's also highly annoying. You can't trust people if you know everything about them, since no one is completely trustworthy," Reelle said.
Enna looked slightly confused at this.
Reelle laughed at her expression. "But that's not important now. What's wrong with you?" she said.
"Nothing, really," Enna said, looking the other way.
"Two word answers aren't that much better. Are you sure there's nothing wrong?" Reelle said.
"Yes," Enna said firmly, looked straight at Reelle.
Reelle gave her a look. It was hard to identify her emotion, but it seemed to Enna she was thinking about many things at once.
"Denial,' Reelle stated after looking at Enna for a few moments.
"I said yes. Denial is when you say no,' Enna said.
"Not always. You're saying that there is nothing wrong, correct?' Reelle asked.
"Yes…"
"But there, of course, is?"
"Well, yes…"
"Therefore, you are in denial,' Reelle said, grinning.
Enna rolled her eyes and started walking away.
"Okay, so what is the matter?" Reelle said, walking backwards so that she could see Enna, who wouldn't' stop walking to talk.
"Stairs," Enna said, her face looking blank.
"Stairs?" asked Reelle looking thoroughly confused.
Reelle then crashed backwards into the banister of the grand staircase that led up to the library.
"Oh,' she said, getting up. 'You meant these stairs."
"It just seems like we're going to do something wrong,' Enna said, looking directly into her ally's eyes.
"Why? We haven't had difficulties yet?" Reelle said, getting up.
"Harry Potter is a difficulty. The other three aren't any better," Enna said.
"Yes, but we've come to power before, and it was fine," Reelle said, trying to make Enna feel better.
"There was no one working against us then," Enna said looking very concerned.
"That's true. But Enna, we've got powers no one else in this school has. We can do this, no problem,' Reelle said, looking genuinely concerned, although she wasn't truly.
This was because Terces sodalises were a very odd type of people. They were only united by lack of unity. They were allies, but not friends.
"You can't be so sure,' Enna said. She looked at the ceiling again.
"I may not be academically brilliant. I'm not brave or loyal. I'm not cunning. But I am very sure that we can do this. Anyway, if I was any of those other things, it would just cloud my thoughts," Reelle said.
"I suppose it'll probably be alright."
"That's more like it. Now come on, the others should be arriving right about, now,' Reelle said. One moment later, the other four sodalises appeared in the Atrium.
"Like I said, intimidating,' Enna said.
Reelle grinned.
The two girls walked to the others.
"Why are you so nervous?" Reelle asked Ren.
"How did you know?" Ren asked.
"Oh, Reelle's got some sort of people-power thing going on. Very odd," Plikttro said.
"Try not to be intimidated," Enna added.
"Don't let it bother you… too much,' Sammen said looking slightly amused
"What they said," Reelle said.
Brann, Strella, Ren, and Skully looked very intimidated, to say the least.
"Anyway, we've got some work to do. So, Brann, did you remember your book?" Enna asked.
Brann nodded.
"Good. And your wand, Skjulte?" Enna asked a scared looking boy.
Skully nodded.
"Excellent. So, we have everything?" Enna asked expectantly.
Everyone nodded.
"So we're good so far,' Enna said.
The eight sodalises worked silently and efficiently for the next fifty minutes, until there were ten minutes left until midnight.
They were very quiet for the last few minutes of the year. At last, Enna looked at all of them and said, "It's time."
A few incantations and rituals later, the eight Terces members were going to bed. Enna in particular slept very soundly, relieved that everything had gone right.
Not one of them knew that Terces had made its first mistake.
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