Chapter Four already?
CHAPTER FOUR:
Harry dressed in some of Hermione's spare clothes. "Alice," he said suddenly, as Hermione ironed some socks with her wand for him. "I'll be called Alice Framsi. Yes, that'll fit."
"I don't know," Hermione said, holding up two identical pairs of socks. "But I guess it'll have to do."
She handed him a pair of blue socks.
"Do you mean my name?" Harry asked.
"No, I meant your socks," Hermione told him, folding the other pair with magic and using the magic to pack them in a drawer. "But what's this about a name? Have you decided yet?"
"Alice Framsi," Harry said proudly.
"And what about your copy?" Hermione asked. "All people who get turned into people of the opposite gender need to have a copy. It says so in that book...right over there, on the windowsill."
Harry rushed over to the windowsill and grabbed it. He flipped to the index, and it was there. Under 'gender-copies'.
"There's no spell to turn back," he said, alarmed.
Hermione rushed over and grabbed the book from him. She flipped through it as fast as the speed of light. "What?"
"There's no spell," Harry repeated in the same urgent tone.
"That's the first time a book's ever let me down," Hermione said, throwing it on the floor with disgust.
"There might be a spell in another book," Harry said hopefully, but Hermione didn't seem to hear him.
Because the book had let her down, and because the headmaster was out on some important business, her resources were slipping down the drain. So, due to the head in her hands, it looked like she'd given up.
"Don't stop," Harry said.
But Hermione sniffed.
"I am," she said. "I've got nothing else I can do."
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CHAPTER FOUR:
Harry dressed in some of Hermione's spare clothes. "Alice," he said suddenly, as Hermione ironed some socks with her wand for him. "I'll be called Alice Framsi. Yes, that'll fit."
"I don't know," Hermione said, holding up two identical pairs of socks. "But I guess it'll have to do."
She handed him a pair of blue socks.
"Do you mean my name?" Harry asked.
"No, I meant your socks," Hermione told him, folding the other pair with magic and using the magic to pack them in a drawer. "But what's this about a name? Have you decided yet?"
"Alice Framsi," Harry said proudly.
"And what about your copy?" Hermione asked. "All people who get turned into people of the opposite gender need to have a copy. It says so in that book...right over there, on the windowsill."
Harry rushed over to the windowsill and grabbed it. He flipped to the index, and it was there. Under 'gender-copies'.
"There's no spell to turn back," he said, alarmed.
Hermione rushed over and grabbed the book from him. She flipped through it as fast as the speed of light. "What?"
"There's no spell," Harry repeated in the same urgent tone.
"That's the first time a book's ever let me down," Hermione said, throwing it on the floor with disgust.
"There might be a spell in another book," Harry said hopefully, but Hermione didn't seem to hear him.
Because the book had let her down, and because the headmaster was out on some important business, her resources were slipping down the drain. So, due to the head in her hands, it looked like she'd given up.
"Don't stop," Harry said.
But Hermione sniffed.
"I am," she said. "I've got nothing else I can do."
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