Chapter 3: Bets and Pigmy Puffs
Hoagie woke to the sound of screams coming down from the Ravenclaw common room. He groggily got out of bed and picked up his wand and pilot goggles from his bedside cabinet.
The other four boys in his dorm had laughed at him for still wearing them after he had figured out he was a wizard, but Hoagie had just shrugged it off. His father had given them to him when he had confessed that he wanted to be a pilot when he grew up. Now, he might not be a pilot, but he knew that a broomstick could work just as well.
He lazily put them on, then sprinted down the stairs into the common room where the girls were split up into groups. It seemed that they were searching for something.
"Can anyone tell me what's happening over here?" Hoagie asked irritatedly as the other boys caught up to him downstairs.
Abby seperated herself from the rest and headed over to the confused mob of was wearing a dark blue robe with a white waistband, white fuzzy slippers, and her signature red hat.
"Kimberly lost her pet pigmypuff," she sighed. "Abby only agreed to look for it because... well you should've seen her! Crying and moping all over the place!"
Hoagie shrugged. "What's so special about a pigmypuff?"
"Are you kidding?" Gabe, one of the guys in the same dorm as Hoagie asked rudely. "They are one of the most cutest species of magical creatures wizardkind have ever see. Plus, they're pretty rare nowadays."
Hoagie rolled his eyes. "But you had to wake us all up for this?"
Just then, a girl with shoulder-length black hair, red glasses, and a french accent raised her hand with what looked like a pink puffball and cried, "I found it!"
All of the girls crowded around, cheering madly. One of them, a girl with two messy blonde ponytails, took it with extreme care, cuddling it like a mother would do to her child.
"Great, now what? There's still another hour left until breakfast," Hoagie pointed out as he and Abby backed away from the other Ravenclaws.
"I don't know, but I'm certainly looking forward to our Defense Against the Dark Arts lesson. Abby just hopes Proffesor Pin knows what she's doing. My dad works for the Ministry, so he's told me a few things," she responded as she sat down on a rocking chair next to the fireplace.
"I just hope she survives the year!" he joked, sitting down as well.
"You believe in that junk too!?" she exclaimed, slouching in her seat.
Hoagie nodded. "Of course! No one's lasted more than a year or two here with that job ever sinceHarry Potter came. It should be considered a fact by now."
"Whatever, Abby-" she suddenly stopped, a wide grin spreading across her face. "Abby has an idea: let's make a bet. If Proffesor Pin is still here at Hogwarts, safe and sound, to teach next year, I win. If not you win."
Hoagie smiled mischievously. "What are we betting?"
"If Abby wins, then you have to... um..." She thought a bit more before saying, "You have to do my Defense Against the Dark Arts homework for an entire month."
"And if I win," Hoagie said, "you have to wear a big pink bow and act like Cree is your biggest role model in life at the beggining of the year feast when we're second years."
Abby cringed but accepted, offering her hand to seal the deal. "You're on."
Hoagie took it immediately and stuck out his tongue. "I'd be looking for a pink bow if I were you."