This chapter is similar in style to chapter 2, I had at first wanted it to be in past tense, but I failed mightily. I tried to make it a bit longer than last time, but i instead got a bit less.
This morning, I was woken up by a yell. My first thought had been, of course, that it was mine, as my scar was hurting, and I still remembered my dreams. However, turns out it wasn't mine, thank goodness.
"Come on, get up!"
"Yeah, we don't have all day!"
"What the flippin' heck guys. What are you doing waking us up so early? It's not Christmas," Ron said, slowly getting out of bed. Then a look of confusion crossed his face as he turned from his twin brothers and asked me "It's not, right?"
I almost was tempted to say that it was, in fact, christmas, but I instead went with a grunt.
"Actually it's-"
Fred checked as watch as George chimed in "-10:30 AM, we're going to diagon alley today, so hurry up."
"Yeah, everybody else is already waiting"
I gave another grunt, but was already up and getting dressed. Even though I had been in the wizarding world for just over four years, everything still seemed unreal, as if I were in a dream, and could wake up any second.
Ron and I walked downstairs to the wonderful aroma of whatever it was that mrs. Weasley was making. I had decided long ago that I could, and would eat anything that Mrs. Weasley cooked. That woman could heat up a pile of cow dung and it would still taste amazing. I filled up my plate with all sorts of breakfasty delights as Mr. Weasley was telling his wife something in hushed tones.
"Hogwarts…" "...Exchange students from america."
Ron, who had just taken a sip of his milk, did a spit take. "America? How many?"
Mr. Weasley mumbled something about eavesdropping, and minding his own business before answering "Ten. Five girls, Five boys."
"Cool," I was actually pretty excited now. This years probably going to be interesting, albeit for the better, or the worse. I looked over at Ron, whose face looked as if he had the same thoughts.
This time, I was very specific, and pronounced my syllables very clearly, as I had no desire to end up back in knockturn alley. When I got to the other side, being the last to go through, I got a lot of fake congratulations and exaggerated jokes from Fred and George. We headed over to Flourish and Blotts, where we would be meeting Hermione, then split up to do our own shopping.
We filled Hermione in about the exchange students. She listened intently, while also reading the labels, and finding the potions ingredients for all three of us. To how she can multitask so well, I haven't a clue, as I myself can't multitask efficiently at all. Ron seemed pretty miffed about it too, but also as if he wasn't surprised.
"So, America, I would guess that they would be from Ilvermorny, but I'm not all that caught up with the american schools, I mean honestly, a country that big they'd just have to have more than one school, right?"
"Gee Hermione, America isn't that big."
"Honestly Ronald, Have you ever even heard of geography? Have you ever even seen a map?"
"Is that a trick question?"
"You can fit 38 England's into America," Hermione screamed, "THIRTY-FREAKING-EIGHT"
"Calm down Hermione," I said, because, of course, I didn't even know that and I had the same amount of muggle schooling years as she did.
She got it together and said in an almost strained manor, "My point is, Mr. Weasley," que a pointed look at Ron, "that if we have a full school here in Britain, imagine how many you would need in a country of that size. They have a population that is three times ours just on the east side of the mississippi river!"
"Yeah, yeah, whatever. What do you think they're like? Do you think that they know who Harry is? Or is that just more of a Europe thing?"
"Thats a good question. So you do have a brain, Ronald?"
"Ha, ha."