Neville scurried all over the place. He was bumping and banging and knocking into people. Hagrid's Hut was only a half-mile away, but it felt like five. Eventually, he reached there. Finally. Neville thought. Neville knocked on the door several times but there was no answer. Let me just go in, it's not like Hagrid doesn't want me here. Neville saw something rattle.
"Hagrid? Is that you? This is Neville. I just came for a quick visit." There was no answer. I know someone's in here. I can smell it.
"Hello? Is anybody here? Look, I just came to look for something that I left here by mistake." Suddenly, a tall, black boy appeared.
"Dean, what are you doing here? You gave me the jeepers-creepers!" Dean chuckled.
"Well, sorry about 'jeeping-creeping' you, Neville. I'm just looking for those essays Hagrid assigned us last week. You know, to help with the note." Oh, great. Now everybody knows.
"How did you know about the essays, Dean? No offense but I know you couldn't have thought about it by yourself." Please don't tell me it's all around the school and everybody knows.
"It's all around school. Everybody knows." Neville's heart sank.
"That's not fair! I thought about it, first! Ugh! That stupid Ron probably must've told someone and it spread around. I knew I shouldn't have told him. I wanted to be the first one done. I wanted to be the boy who solved the mystery in a day. I wanted to be the person that everyone admired. Me, me, me!" Dean looked at Neville awkwardly.
"Well that fantasy's just going to flee, flee, flee. Take a chill pill, 'Ville." Soon dozens of boys rushed in.
"And so should they." I guess the rest of the Gryffy boys have arrived.
"We better get started then." Minutes flew by, and still none of them could find the essays. Neville thought to himself. Where is it? If I were a box full of essays, where would I be?
A boy yelled, "I found it!" No need for that crap, I got to look for the right essay! But I better read the letter one more time before comparing.
It read:
You have 7 days to figure out who wrote you this poem.
I see you everyday; you're always in my sleep.
You'll always be in my heart, you're love is in me so deep.
I don't have the courage to tell you this
But my love for you is so strong.
You better guess who wrote you this
You better guess where this poem belongs
Villy, you lighten up the day with your smile
I can feel your south-minty breath
You may be a little chubby around the edge
But I love you no matter what until death
You have 7 days to figure out who wrote you this poem. If you guess
right, you'll win 50 Galleons. If you guess wrong, you'll have the face
of a hog with warts for 24 hours.
Good luck my Pink Pom-Pom,
Your Love-Dove
Ugh! Neville thought. What psycho writes a poem like this? Let me just get back to the essays.
Ten minutes later, Neville still couldn't find the letter that resembled his. Just then, the door flew open.
"What in tarnation are you boys doing in here?" All of the boys started talking quickly at once.
"See what happened was-"
"I came to see-"
"We need to find clues before-"
"Just wanted to clean up-"
Hagrid yelled, "Enough! Neville, tell me what's going on in 'ere." Neville gulped hardly. I might as well tell the truth.
"We just came to surprise you, Hagrid. And congratulate you on your third anniversary of teaching here at Hogwarts. Surprise!" Neville could tell that Hagrid didn't believe him.
"Neville."
"Fine. Look, at breakfast today, some secret admirer sent each of us a poem, stating that we have to figure out wrote the poem, or else we'll have the face of a hog with warts for a day. And we decided that maybe those essays you assigned to us, could probably help us, or at least give us a clue. Please, Hagrid, don't kick us out." Hagrid laughed.
"Secret admirers? Ha! I never had a secret admirer until I was 32. But anyway, I'm not going to throw you boys out. Just don't bring any other boys in here. It's too crowded." Just then, Ron and Harry came sprinting up.
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