Chapter Eight
A/N: Once again I apologize for updating so seldom, but I've been really stressed because of school. I hope you'll like this chapter, even though I haven't worked a lot on it, and I'm not fully satisfied with it, since I wanted to get it out quickly. Anyway, enough from me, now on with the chapter!
The thanks:
J.L. McD- Thanks a lot! Yeah, I'm always interested in a good read too, but that doesn't include my stories.
Mandy- Thanks as always! =0)
Katina Wellson- Thanks so much for saying that my plot is good and original! =0)
There was an awkward silence after Hermione's revelation.
"Hermione," Megan said and finally broke the silence, "that wasn't funny." "At all."
"No, but it wasn't supposed to be funny," Hermione tried to explain. "It's true, I'm a witch."
Megan didn't say anything.
"You're sure you're not on something?" she finally asked. "There's this drug which gives you a very lively imagination. I just can't remember what it's called... Or maybe you said bitch?"
"Megan, drop the drug thing, okay?" Hermione said impatiently. "If you don't believe me now, you will when you've been at my school. It's not an ordinary boarding school, but a school for witches and wizards called Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. Honestly, didn't you suspect anything when you found one of my schoolbooks this summer?"
"No, I thought it was a book in German or another foreign language," Megan said. "You really are a witch, then? Wow! For how long have you been one?"
"Err, since I was born," Hermione answered and was glad that Megan had taken the news without any greater difficulties.
"How's it like to be a witch?" Megan asked curiously. "Is it like it is on 'Sabrina The Teenage Witch'?"
"Well, we use wands, instead of merely pointing with our forefingers, so it's not like in 'Sabrina'," Hermione said, "and my cat doesn't talk." "It's hard to explain, you'll see when you get here. Speaking of which, my friend's Dad, Arthur Weasley, is going to take you here via something we call a portkey. It's a thing you place your finger on, and it will transport you to another place. Could you meet him at Kings Cross Station? He has red hair and glasses, and that's all you need to know; I assure you, you will notice him."
Hermione smiled at the thought of how horrified her fashion conscious friends would be when they saw Mr. Weasley's clothes.
"Yes, that will be fine," Megan replied. "What time shall we be there?"
"Oh no! I knew there was something I'd forgotten!" Hermione slapped herself on the forehead. "I'm sorry, but I've been so busy that I've forgotten to ask that. Tell you what, I'll find out for you tomorrow and text you."
"That's okay," Megan said. "You want me to tell others about you being a witch, or do you want to do it yourself?"
"Oh, yes, that'd be good if you could do it," Hermione said and yawned. "See you in two days then, bye!"
"Bye!" Megan said and hung up.
Hermione put her phone on the bedside table next to the bed, and tucked the comforter around her. The last thing she thought about, before she fell asleep, was that it sure had been an eventful day.
Oliver was worried. He hadn't seen Hermione during the day, and rumor had it that something had happened to her last night. He was afraid she'd broken something, and wouldn't be able to try out for the Keeper post. It was lunch break now, and he was walking to the Great Hall. I hope she's there, he thought.
He saw Cho come from the other direction, and she waved and smiled friendly when she saw him. Cho looked great, and Oliver got so nervous that he just grinned back like an idiot. Her friends all started giggling and whispering, and he was angry with himself for being so stupid. He heard a smug laugh and looked aside. Malfoy was standing there with Crabbe and Goyle, who were grinning (they didn't need to grin like idiots, since they already were), and Oliver suspected that he had resembled them a few seconds ago. Oh great, he thought, like it wasn't enough that I looked like an idiot in front of Cho, but I had a personal audience too.
"Can I help you with something?" he turned to Malfoy and asked.
"Yes, actually you can," Malfoy said innocently. "How do you do to look like an idiot, whenever a girl waves and smiles at you? I reckon I might need to use that expression sometime. For example, when a girl I don't like comes and asks me out."
He sighed.
"It's not easy, you know," he continued. "Unfortunately I can't choose which girls I want after me, but must have all of them. That's why I envy you; you grin like an idiot naturally, and therefore don't have any problems with pushing unwished girls away. By the way, just for your knowledge; Cho Chang is definitely not in that category."
With those words he swept away, looking self-satisfied, with Crabbe and Goyle in tow.
Oliver's fists were clenched and he had to refrain himself from making Malfoy have to visit the Hospital Wing. He took a deep breath and entered the Great Hall. It was crowded and his gaze searched for Hermione. He spotted her sitting between Harry and Ron at the Gryffindor table, and walked towards them.
"Hey guys," he greeted them.
"Hi Oliver," Harry said and looked up.
"Umm, Hermione, there's this rumor going around that something happened to you last night, but not what," he said.
"Oh," Hermione said. "Well, something happened, but nothing serious. Um, this is kind of embarrassing, so don't tell anyone, but I got cramp attacks and fainted. Anyway, I'm fine now, so it's nothing to worry about."
"But you might have epilepsy, and must get treatment for it," Oliver objected.
Hermione was surprised at his knowledge about the province.
Oliver saw her look and mumbled something about his cousin being a doctor.
"No, it's not epilepsy," she said. "They did tests to see if I had it this summer. I only get the cramps when I'm stressed."
"Well, that was good to hear," he said.
"I mean, that you don't have epilepsy," he added when Harry, Hermione and Ron looked strangely at him.
Hermione looked at her watch.
"I'd better get going now," she said. "I need to talk to Dumbledore before Charms starts."
She rose from the table and went away.
"I'd better go and have some lunch before my next class starts," Oliver said and went to the teachers' table.
Hermione had just gotten out of the Great Hall, when she stumbled on Cho and her friends.
"Hi," Hermione said.
Cho's friends hardly bothered to give her a snooty look, and just kept talking. Cho, on the other hand smiled kindly at her.
"Hi Hermione," Cho said. "How are you doing? I heard something happened to you last night."
"I'm fine, thank you," Hermione replied. "And last night, it was nothing, really." Uh, I'm in a hurry, I need to talk to Dumbledore before next class starts."
"Okay, see you later then," Cho said.
Hermione shook her head while she went. She couldn't understand how such a nice person as Cho could socialize with those people. They were all so snooty, and were the reason Hermione had thought Cho was like that too, before she had met her outside Dumbledore's office. Out of the corner of her eye, she saw something blue and white flash by, and realized that it was Dumbledore.
"Professor Dumbledore!" she shouted.
"Oh, Miss Granger. There you are." Dumbledore said and turned around. "I've been looking for you. I've just spoken to Arthur Weasley, and he's going to pick up your friends at 12 o'clock. Will that be fine?"
"Yes, Sir it will," she said.
"Good," he said his eyes twinkling. "Now, why don't you run along to your Charms class? I believe it will start any minute."
Hermione nodded. She looked at her watch, and saw that he was right. It would start in exactly two minutes, so she started running to the classroom. What a relief, she thought when she sat down, next to Harry and Ron, that everything is set now for Theresa, Linda and Megan's visit. All I have to do now is to text Megan, and then wait for them to arrive. Whatever will happen when they're here, I'm sure it can't be half as eventful, as it has been to prepare for their arrival.
A/N: I know it wasn't good, but please keep in mind that I was in a hurry to get this chapter out. Next chapter will be about what happens when Theresa, Linda and Megan's are visiting Hogwarts. So is Hermione right? Or is she totally underestimating her friends? Read the next chapter to find out! I'm 16 today (April Fools' Day), so please give me reviews and tell me how I can improve my writing, as comfort for my age agony (I feel old and want to be 10 again).
A/N: Once again I apologize for updating so seldom, but I've been really stressed because of school. I hope you'll like this chapter, even though I haven't worked a lot on it, and I'm not fully satisfied with it, since I wanted to get it out quickly. Anyway, enough from me, now on with the chapter!
The thanks:
J.L. McD- Thanks a lot! Yeah, I'm always interested in a good read too, but that doesn't include my stories.
Mandy- Thanks as always! =0)
Katina Wellson- Thanks so much for saying that my plot is good and original! =0)
There was an awkward silence after Hermione's revelation.
"Hermione," Megan said and finally broke the silence, "that wasn't funny." "At all."
"No, but it wasn't supposed to be funny," Hermione tried to explain. "It's true, I'm a witch."
Megan didn't say anything.
"You're sure you're not on something?" she finally asked. "There's this drug which gives you a very lively imagination. I just can't remember what it's called... Or maybe you said bitch?"
"Megan, drop the drug thing, okay?" Hermione said impatiently. "If you don't believe me now, you will when you've been at my school. It's not an ordinary boarding school, but a school for witches and wizards called Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. Honestly, didn't you suspect anything when you found one of my schoolbooks this summer?"
"No, I thought it was a book in German or another foreign language," Megan said. "You really are a witch, then? Wow! For how long have you been one?"
"Err, since I was born," Hermione answered and was glad that Megan had taken the news without any greater difficulties.
"How's it like to be a witch?" Megan asked curiously. "Is it like it is on 'Sabrina The Teenage Witch'?"
"Well, we use wands, instead of merely pointing with our forefingers, so it's not like in 'Sabrina'," Hermione said, "and my cat doesn't talk." "It's hard to explain, you'll see when you get here. Speaking of which, my friend's Dad, Arthur Weasley, is going to take you here via something we call a portkey. It's a thing you place your finger on, and it will transport you to another place. Could you meet him at Kings Cross Station? He has red hair and glasses, and that's all you need to know; I assure you, you will notice him."
Hermione smiled at the thought of how horrified her fashion conscious friends would be when they saw Mr. Weasley's clothes.
"Yes, that will be fine," Megan replied. "What time shall we be there?"
"Oh no! I knew there was something I'd forgotten!" Hermione slapped herself on the forehead. "I'm sorry, but I've been so busy that I've forgotten to ask that. Tell you what, I'll find out for you tomorrow and text you."
"That's okay," Megan said. "You want me to tell others about you being a witch, or do you want to do it yourself?"
"Oh, yes, that'd be good if you could do it," Hermione said and yawned. "See you in two days then, bye!"
"Bye!" Megan said and hung up.
Hermione put her phone on the bedside table next to the bed, and tucked the comforter around her. The last thing she thought about, before she fell asleep, was that it sure had been an eventful day.
Oliver was worried. He hadn't seen Hermione during the day, and rumor had it that something had happened to her last night. He was afraid she'd broken something, and wouldn't be able to try out for the Keeper post. It was lunch break now, and he was walking to the Great Hall. I hope she's there, he thought.
He saw Cho come from the other direction, and she waved and smiled friendly when she saw him. Cho looked great, and Oliver got so nervous that he just grinned back like an idiot. Her friends all started giggling and whispering, and he was angry with himself for being so stupid. He heard a smug laugh and looked aside. Malfoy was standing there with Crabbe and Goyle, who were grinning (they didn't need to grin like idiots, since they already were), and Oliver suspected that he had resembled them a few seconds ago. Oh great, he thought, like it wasn't enough that I looked like an idiot in front of Cho, but I had a personal audience too.
"Can I help you with something?" he turned to Malfoy and asked.
"Yes, actually you can," Malfoy said innocently. "How do you do to look like an idiot, whenever a girl waves and smiles at you? I reckon I might need to use that expression sometime. For example, when a girl I don't like comes and asks me out."
He sighed.
"It's not easy, you know," he continued. "Unfortunately I can't choose which girls I want after me, but must have all of them. That's why I envy you; you grin like an idiot naturally, and therefore don't have any problems with pushing unwished girls away. By the way, just for your knowledge; Cho Chang is definitely not in that category."
With those words he swept away, looking self-satisfied, with Crabbe and Goyle in tow.
Oliver's fists were clenched and he had to refrain himself from making Malfoy have to visit the Hospital Wing. He took a deep breath and entered the Great Hall. It was crowded and his gaze searched for Hermione. He spotted her sitting between Harry and Ron at the Gryffindor table, and walked towards them.
"Hey guys," he greeted them.
"Hi Oliver," Harry said and looked up.
"Umm, Hermione, there's this rumor going around that something happened to you last night, but not what," he said.
"Oh," Hermione said. "Well, something happened, but nothing serious. Um, this is kind of embarrassing, so don't tell anyone, but I got cramp attacks and fainted. Anyway, I'm fine now, so it's nothing to worry about."
"But you might have epilepsy, and must get treatment for it," Oliver objected.
Hermione was surprised at his knowledge about the province.
Oliver saw her look and mumbled something about his cousin being a doctor.
"No, it's not epilepsy," she said. "They did tests to see if I had it this summer. I only get the cramps when I'm stressed."
"Well, that was good to hear," he said.
"I mean, that you don't have epilepsy," he added when Harry, Hermione and Ron looked strangely at him.
Hermione looked at her watch.
"I'd better get going now," she said. "I need to talk to Dumbledore before Charms starts."
She rose from the table and went away.
"I'd better go and have some lunch before my next class starts," Oliver said and went to the teachers' table.
Hermione had just gotten out of the Great Hall, when she stumbled on Cho and her friends.
"Hi," Hermione said.
Cho's friends hardly bothered to give her a snooty look, and just kept talking. Cho, on the other hand smiled kindly at her.
"Hi Hermione," Cho said. "How are you doing? I heard something happened to you last night."
"I'm fine, thank you," Hermione replied. "And last night, it was nothing, really." Uh, I'm in a hurry, I need to talk to Dumbledore before next class starts."
"Okay, see you later then," Cho said.
Hermione shook her head while she went. She couldn't understand how such a nice person as Cho could socialize with those people. They were all so snooty, and were the reason Hermione had thought Cho was like that too, before she had met her outside Dumbledore's office. Out of the corner of her eye, she saw something blue and white flash by, and realized that it was Dumbledore.
"Professor Dumbledore!" she shouted.
"Oh, Miss Granger. There you are." Dumbledore said and turned around. "I've been looking for you. I've just spoken to Arthur Weasley, and he's going to pick up your friends at 12 o'clock. Will that be fine?"
"Yes, Sir it will," she said.
"Good," he said his eyes twinkling. "Now, why don't you run along to your Charms class? I believe it will start any minute."
Hermione nodded. She looked at her watch, and saw that he was right. It would start in exactly two minutes, so she started running to the classroom. What a relief, she thought when she sat down, next to Harry and Ron, that everything is set now for Theresa, Linda and Megan's visit. All I have to do now is to text Megan, and then wait for them to arrive. Whatever will happen when they're here, I'm sure it can't be half as eventful, as it has been to prepare for their arrival.
A/N: I know it wasn't good, but please keep in mind that I was in a hurry to get this chapter out. Next chapter will be about what happens when Theresa, Linda and Megan's are visiting Hogwarts. So is Hermione right? Or is she totally underestimating her friends? Read the next chapter to find out! I'm 16 today (April Fools' Day), so please give me reviews and tell me how I can improve my writing, as comfort for my age agony (I feel old and want to be 10 again).