The Next Morning II
"So do you think happened yesterday?" Ron asked sliding into the seat across from Hermione at the Gryffindor table.
Hermione was flipping through a book, a frown upon her face. "It feels like I've already read this." She said.
"Maybe you have. Pomfrey says we lost a good chunk of our memory yesterday. Most likely you read it yesterday and don't remember it today." Ron replied, picking up a plate and silverware.
Hermione sighed. "I can't read this again. It feels like a waste of time. I should know what I read, but I don't." She angrily shoved the book aside, folding her arms across her chest. She glanced to her right; a pair of younger students cringed and quickly concentrated upon their food. What was up with them? She thought.
"So? Read it again. You read that damn Hogwarts, A History every chance you get." Ron said, dragging a couple of pancakes upon his plate, after a moment, he added a few more. "Pass the syrup, will you?"
Hermione handed him the syrup. "I like that book. But this one was for Potions. I can almost recall what I read, like déjà vu, but different. It's frustrating, the words don't sink in when I feel like I already know what's on the page, but actually don't 'cause I have no memory of reading it the first time." She angrily broke apart a bun and dipped it into the jelly jar.
"Hey, at least we only lost the morning, not the whole day or the whole month." Ron said over a mouthful of food. "Personally I would have preferred that we got zonked by that mysterious potion today, rather than yesterday."
"Yeah? Why's that?" Hermione reopened the book back and began flipping through the pages. She began frowning again as she flipped through page upon page that seemed so familiar but she couldn't remember the contents.
"Today we have Potions." Ron said. "I'm sure that git Snape's gonna have a few choice words about what happened the other day. He's never one to pass up a good Gryffindor bashing. "
"What? What's today?" Hermione asked suddenly.
'Uh...Wednesday? September 18." Ron said.
Hermione groaned. "We lost a whole day." She sighed, rubbing her temples. "I was thinking today was Tuesday. I gotta head back up to my room and get the right books."
Ron glanced at his watch. "You got enough time. Nearly thirty minutes before Potions starts."
"I hate this." Hermione said suddenly.
"Hate what?" Ron asked cautiously.
"This whole losing a bit of my memory thing. It's seriously messed up. I mean, your memories make up who you are. It's like I've lost a bit of myself yesterday."
Ron looked at her questioningly. "It was only a couple of hours. Nothing dramatic."
"Still a couple of hours is a big thing. I could have realized something wonderful, something amazing. I could have made a promise, agreed to do something, or even met someone new." Hermione said, Ron stared at her as he saw tears sparkle in her eyes.
"Jeez, Hermione. A couple of hours is nothing. Hell, everyday we do pretty much the same things, day in and day out. Everyday we sit in the Great Hall, eat, talk, and then go to the same classes. I'm telling you, you didn't miss much." Ron said, grinning.
Hermione glared at him. "Of course you wouldn't understand. You're as dense as a rock. A couple of hours is nothing." She said imitating his voice. "I wish we got zonked today, cuz I don't wanna go to Potions. Heh- heh." She slammed her Potion book shut.
"I don't sound like that." Ron said, offended.
"You're just so.. ugh!" Hermione screeched, grabbing her bag and storming off.
"Girls." Ron cursed, shaking his head. He glanced about and saw two students staring at him. "What the hell are you looking at?" He roared. The two cringed and locked their eyes on their plates.
Ginny suddenly appeared. She sat down in Hermione's vacant seat, her brown eyes glaring at him.
"Oh, bullocks." Ron cried, throwing his hands into the air. "What in bloody hell's your problem!"
"So do you think happened yesterday?" Ron asked sliding into the seat across from Hermione at the Gryffindor table.
Hermione was flipping through a book, a frown upon her face. "It feels like I've already read this." She said.
"Maybe you have. Pomfrey says we lost a good chunk of our memory yesterday. Most likely you read it yesterday and don't remember it today." Ron replied, picking up a plate and silverware.
Hermione sighed. "I can't read this again. It feels like a waste of time. I should know what I read, but I don't." She angrily shoved the book aside, folding her arms across her chest. She glanced to her right; a pair of younger students cringed and quickly concentrated upon their food. What was up with them? She thought.
"So? Read it again. You read that damn Hogwarts, A History every chance you get." Ron said, dragging a couple of pancakes upon his plate, after a moment, he added a few more. "Pass the syrup, will you?"
Hermione handed him the syrup. "I like that book. But this one was for Potions. I can almost recall what I read, like déjà vu, but different. It's frustrating, the words don't sink in when I feel like I already know what's on the page, but actually don't 'cause I have no memory of reading it the first time." She angrily broke apart a bun and dipped it into the jelly jar.
"Hey, at least we only lost the morning, not the whole day or the whole month." Ron said over a mouthful of food. "Personally I would have preferred that we got zonked by that mysterious potion today, rather than yesterday."
"Yeah? Why's that?" Hermione reopened the book back and began flipping through the pages. She began frowning again as she flipped through page upon page that seemed so familiar but she couldn't remember the contents.
"Today we have Potions." Ron said. "I'm sure that git Snape's gonna have a few choice words about what happened the other day. He's never one to pass up a good Gryffindor bashing. "
"What? What's today?" Hermione asked suddenly.
'Uh...Wednesday? September 18." Ron said.
Hermione groaned. "We lost a whole day." She sighed, rubbing her temples. "I was thinking today was Tuesday. I gotta head back up to my room and get the right books."
Ron glanced at his watch. "You got enough time. Nearly thirty minutes before Potions starts."
"I hate this." Hermione said suddenly.
"Hate what?" Ron asked cautiously.
"This whole losing a bit of my memory thing. It's seriously messed up. I mean, your memories make up who you are. It's like I've lost a bit of myself yesterday."
Ron looked at her questioningly. "It was only a couple of hours. Nothing dramatic."
"Still a couple of hours is a big thing. I could have realized something wonderful, something amazing. I could have made a promise, agreed to do something, or even met someone new." Hermione said, Ron stared at her as he saw tears sparkle in her eyes.
"Jeez, Hermione. A couple of hours is nothing. Hell, everyday we do pretty much the same things, day in and day out. Everyday we sit in the Great Hall, eat, talk, and then go to the same classes. I'm telling you, you didn't miss much." Ron said, grinning.
Hermione glared at him. "Of course you wouldn't understand. You're as dense as a rock. A couple of hours is nothing." She said imitating his voice. "I wish we got zonked today, cuz I don't wanna go to Potions. Heh- heh." She slammed her Potion book shut.
"I don't sound like that." Ron said, offended.
"You're just so.. ugh!" Hermione screeched, grabbing her bag and storming off.
"Girls." Ron cursed, shaking his head. He glanced about and saw two students staring at him. "What the hell are you looking at?" He roared. The two cringed and locked their eyes on their plates.
Ginny suddenly appeared. She sat down in Hermione's vacant seat, her brown eyes glaring at him.
"Oh, bullocks." Ron cried, throwing his hands into the air. "What in bloody hell's your problem!"