chapter five.
Somehow, after Halloween, Harry, Ron and Hermione all became good friends. I don't know how that happened, as Harry and Ron could barely stand her before.
Rumours of their troll adventure spread throughout the school, but I think only the Gryffindors knew exactly what happened. Not only that, but apparently Harry's been chosen for the Gryffindor Quidditch team. Everyone's really excited to see how he'll do; he must be good if he got on it in his first year. The Gryffindors were really thrilled for this, perhaps we'd win the Quidditch cup this year! The year was definitely looking up, and I haven't lost Trevor in days!
Potions, however, was as brutal as ever. Today, Harry and Ron walked in late. Snape was not happy. Actually, I'm starting to think that he is, in fact, happy when stuff like this happens. 'Five points from Gryffindor, I think,' he said, and looked around the dungeon as if he had been the first person to catch the Giant Duck at the bottom of the Black Lake. When the entire class didn't seem to even notice, he muttered, 'That wasn't as dramatic as I had hoped...' I tried not to laugh at his sour expression, but Hermione noticed, giving me an odd look, then I tried not to blush. That didn't work out too well either.
After that, we headed over to Herbology: The only subject I've ever earned a point in; also one of the only classes Trevor hasn't been used for a demonstration in.
'Devil's Snare likes the dark and damp, can anyone think how one could repel it if you ever needed to?' Sprout asked happily, calling on Hermione's raised hand.
'You could…light a fire!' Hermione answered.
'Five points to Gryffindor!' Professor Sprout replied. 'But in a dire situation, where would you get the wood?'
I saw Ron roll his eyes.
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A/N This chapter isn't as…good as the other ones, sorry, I drew a blank:( The next is much better though. (: