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Ch. 11- Mondays Suck

Sunday was spent beginning searching the restricted section and finishing the homework from Friday. Because only Ed was allowed in the back room, his friends helped scour the rest of the free library when they could spare the time. Other than that, the day passed quickly with increasing anxiety as each book Edward found was tossed aside in disgust.

Monday came again with more enthusiastic groans, as the excitement of the first week of school had worn off everyone except Hermione. To Ed, it seemed she was the only one always looking forward to learning, testing, and any other academic relation.

For the Gryffindors, the day started out boring and then turned into a disaster. Fred Weasley missed a Bludger during Quidditch practice and it had hurtled into him. The momentum shattered the bones in his arm and ran his broom into the goal post, where it too, shattered. Harry and Ron came back from practice with Oliver Wood tailing behind them in hysterics.

"What am I going to do? Fred and George are unstoppable beaters as a team! How am I going to find a compatible replacement by Saturday? All the backup beaters are wusses! They can't hit a Bludger two feet! Madame Pomfrey says she has to completely regrow the bones in Fred's arm it's busted up so bad! That'll take weeks! We're playing Slytherin in five days! If we mess this up we'll never see the cup—!"

"Wood, calm down already!" Harry interrupted loudly, "I'm sure there's someone who can—"

"Who? I swear, Potter, if you find me a beater I'll promote you to Captain next year!"

"Well, I don't know of anyone on-hand, but—" Harry started uneasily, feeling somewhat giddy about the 'Captain' remark.

"What do you mean, 'no one on-hand'? You sure as hell better find someone 'on-hand' or I'll kick you off the team! What are you still doing here! Go find me a beater!"

With his outburst done, Wood left to wherever he was headed, leaving behind two very confused Quidditch players.

"Uh…mate? What just happened?" Ron asked in befuddlement.

"I've no idea, but it seems like I should do what he says. I don't think he's in his right mind at the moment. I can't be that hard to find a beater, right?"

Meanwhile, Ed was on his way to Dumbledore's office for his next scrying lesson. He waited until the Gargoyle let him in and wound his way up the stairs to find the headmaster at his desk.

"Hello Edward," the Headmaster greeted, "What would you like to learn tonight?"

"I want to know how to see Mustang's past," Ed replied, "You already told me how to do it, but are there any pointers…?"

"I'm afraid not; I told you when we first started that Scrying is difficult."

"Well then, here goes," Ed shrugged, pulling out his wand and concentrating on fear, the most obvious of emotions designated with getting one's eye damaged.

Except nothing happened, just as it did when Ed tried again and again, different emotions on his mind. Then it occurred to him that he was looking for the time where Mustang was fighting Pride, so he started over from the beginning. Time after time, all he mastered was a black cloud that slithered mockingly from the end of his wand. The evening in whole was one big disappointment, and so Ed trudged back to the dorms in defeat, feeling more than frustrated