Chapter 6 - A Good Morning

Package Number Two may have been smaller, but it was no less magnificent. It contained dozens of quills, all of them different. Quills of every colour, size and description. Some changed the colour of the ink as you wrote with them. Some played happy little melodies whenever they were moved. They were a couple of acid green ones which Neville couldn't figure out but which Hermione pursed her lips at when she examined them. But it was easily recognisable for Neville as to which stood out most. This one played no tunes, kept the ink the same colour and in fact had no charm to make it stand out. It was just a plain feather, but bright red and gold.

"Wow." whispered Hannah at his elbow.

When Neville woke up, he was looking forward to his favourite class but for a change it wasn't because Herbology was so interesting. He couldn't wait!

Hannah, who woke up later, wasn't in such a good mood as she had Potions first thing and she had also been having a very good dream that included her in a wedding dress. She stretched and yawned for a while, knowing that there was no way she was going to be able to fall asleep again and that it probably wasn't the best idea anyway. All in all, Hannah was not a sunny character this morning. That was before she had spotted the package at the bottom of her bed, of course.

"What's that?" She asked herself, although she could have sworn that a muffled giggle came from under Susan's duvet cover in response.

It wasn't really a package of course. It was a (very poorly) wrapped quill. Just a single phoenix feather quill.

As it turned out, Neville didn't have to wait for Herbology. Hannah approached him shyly just outside the Great Hall. She had been waiting for him for about 15 minutes (the time it took him to find his books for his first class) but of course he didn't know that.

"Hi. Could we go for a walk. I want to ask you something."