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Chapter 10: The Pillow Fight Fright
"Wake up you lazy bums!"
Harry and Ron awoke to one of Alana's obnoxious false voices she seemed to have adopted since her bonding with her new friends. Launching a pillow in each of their directions, she was determined to wake the boys in the least pleasant way possible.
"Go away you abominable fool!" Ron shouted as he shifted to cover his ears with one of Alana's soft, fluffy projectiles.
"Big words for so early in the morning. Maybe you're not as dull as we all thought." Hermione said, voice muffled through the pillow. "Get up Ron or I'll let Alana sit on each of you. I'm sure you'd just love to be squashed while being a grumpy git."
"Hey, I'm up already. No need to flatten me." Harry said groggily "Stop with the pillows already Lan, I said I'm awake."
"Who said it had anything to do with waking you up?" Alana asked innocently. Harry picked up his own pillow and jumped out of bed. Alana let out a little scream and bolted out of the room, Harry right behind.
"Prepare to die Lucas!" He shouted and laughed "My spongy pillows of doom will send you to your grave!"
"You forget who your dealing with." Alana said as she giggled and dodged his swing. "I am a mistress of death. It bonds mean near nothing to me!" she swung and hit Harry squarely in the face. "Catch me if you can!"
"You know I will!" he shouted and chased after her again. They thundered up another flight of stairs and ran around the entire floor. Harry managed to hit Alana in the stomach and she hit him on the head again.
"You can run Potter, I'll give you that." Alana said as she ducked another fluffy blow on the upper landing of yet another flight of stairs. "But you can't do this." she dropped her pillow and launched herself over the railing in a graceful, arched dive.
"Wait!" Harry shouted, but it was too late. She had past the point that he could help her back up. His new friend was as good as minced meat. He watched helplessly as she fell down all three stories and was only dimly aware of Hermione and Ron's shouts to Alana.
But much to their surprise, she flipped in the air and landed perfectly on the ground of the first floor. Hermione was reminded of her cat and gasped at the gracefulness of the fall. Alana acted like she had only jumped a few feet instead of hundreds. She swept her loose hanging hair behind her ears and looked back up at Harry.
"Going to try to catch me now?" she said slyly, with a smile across her lips.
"Don't scare me like that!" He shouted "I thought you were going to be killed!"
"Oh please." she said, waving the comment away. "You guys have a lot to learn about me. That was a small drop! I've fallen farther than that and never even turned an ankle. Now get yourselves down here, we've got to eat before we leave."
"Leave for where?" Ron asked, stifling a yawn.
"Your mum said we're going to Diagon Alley with your brothers today."
"Lovely"
So, can anyone guess what's going to happen next? Diagon Alley has to be interesting doesn't it?