3 more chapters left in this year after this! Hope this brings a bit of sunshine into an otherwise gloomy weekend (it's been raining here). We don't own Harry Potter, Enjoy!
Lost
April 12th, 1992
Third Year
"Here Spike, where are you Spike? Where areeee youuu?" Leili called as she looked under couches and chairs, lifting pillows and hoping not to get her nose bitten.
"Any luck?" Jo asked. Her Monster book of Monsters, Spike, had gone missing, again.
"None."
"Where did he go?"
"Maybe he snuck out in someone's bag?" Leilani suggested; it wouldn't be the first time.
"Or someone left the window open and he flew out," Jo said. Leili had been practicing charms one day and wound up gifting Spike with a Flying charm. He opened himself up to the middle and flattened his cover to use as a glider, freeing up his pages to use as wings.
"I'm finding a tracking spell to put on him when we get him back so we don't do this again and if I can't find one, I'll just have to invent one!" Leili growled as she peeked under a table; she really hated losing Spike, it was very annoying.
"Well, since he's obviously not in here, we're just going to have to find him using magic," Jo said before she cast a homing spell. Homing spells were great, in theory; The spell manifested as orange or green balls of light that tracked a target, thus allowing you to find said target. There was just one small problem, if there was something in the way of the intended path, like a door or a tree or a wall, the orb would hit the blockade and blink out of existence. This escalated into a larger problem when the object lost happened to be lost in a castle. Jo opened the door and cast the spell and the orange light took off down the hall and then promptly ran into the wall as it failed to round the corner.
It took the girls the better part of an hour, casting and recasting the homing spell, to discover that Spike had made friends with the Whomping Willow. Or so it appeared at first glance, in truth the goofy book was teasing the tree by flitting in and out of the attacking branches with what could only be described as sadistic glee. How a book-as sentient as this book was, it was still a book-could be sadistically gleeful neither girl quite knew, but that's what was happening. Jo whistled for her book and with one more teasing flight through the angry tree branches, Spike glided over to Jo and with a snap of his cover dropped like the couple hundred-paged book he was, into her waiting arms, where he was promptly scolded.
"Bad Spike!"