chapter seven.
Nothing really exciting's happened for a while. Which is a bit of a shock, Hogwarts-wise. The holidays are coming up soon; Gran's ordered that I come home. Only a few people have signed up to stay, and Malfoy's made sure to remind them on a daily basis that he was going home to his huge manor, piles of sweets and presents awaiting him.
'It's called Wizard's Chess,' Ron told Hermione proudly as his knight crushed Harry's pawn.
'That's totally barbaric!' Hermione looked disgusted.
'Gran would never let me play anymore. She says our chess set has it out for me, when they're supposed to be smashing the other guys, the knights come and jab me with their swords!' I told them, sitting down by Harry.
'You've got some issues, mate,' Ron shook his head at me, and I shrugged.
'Looks like you could use a new set, aye, Weasley?' Malfoy sneered from behind them.
'Shut up, Malfoot!' Someone yelled from behind us. I think it was obvious they spent a while trying to come up with that insult, because they looked very pleased when they came to face him. It was Hannah Abbot.
'Malfoot?' Malfoy sneered again. He turned to walk away just as his cronies, Crabbe and Goyle, came running up towards him, panting. They quickly turned the other way and followed him out the Great Hall.
'Malfoot?' Ron had a why-would-you-say-that-it's-ridiculous look on his face. Hannah shrugged and turned very pink. Then she ran away. 'Tosspot,' Ron muttered. 'Duffers, those Hufflepuffs, I'm telling you.'
I wanted to say I thought those were an odd choice of words, but I didn't. Because just then, I remembered something. 'TREVOR. I LEFT HIM IN POTIONS!'
'How could you leave him in Potions?' Harry asked. I could tell he was trying not to laugh.
'PROFESSOR SNAPE IS GOING TO KILL HIM!' I ran out of the Great Hall.
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Sorry, once again this is an odd chapter…I'll get better, I promise.