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Chapter 14: Hogsmeade
Albus and John practically ran to the hospital wing. They slowed down as they neared it and tried to look as casual as they could as they walked in. Madam Pomfrey was busy with a patient, so she didn't even notice them as they made a beeline for Matt's bed.
Albus yanked the curtains back and shut them again once John and himself were inside. To his relief, Matt was awake this time. He looked exhausted, but he was awake.
"Hey, Matt," Albus said.
"Hey, Albus," Matt replied, "How are you?"
"All right," Albus said, "How about you?"
"Tired," Matt sighed, "Er, how is Rose? Is she still ignoring us?"
"Pretty much," Albus said quietly.
John nodded and then glanced at Albus. Albus took a deep breath. He hadn't really thought about how he was going to ask Matt about this.
"Are you two ok?" Matt asked tentatively.
John poked Albus. Albus glared at him and then turned back to Matt. "Well, we sort of wanted to ask you something," Albus lowered his voice, "I'm sure you'll think its mental...."
Matt stared at him curiously. "Er, all right, what is it?"
"I was talking to Rose in Ancient Runes-"
"I thought she was still ignoring us."
"She was. But we were partners, since you weren't there."
"What about Linda?" Matt asked.
"She wasn't there either, which is what I wanted to ask you about," Albus paused, "Rose said Linda's been ill the past few days. I couldn't really help but notice that she was ill around the same time you were and well, John and I were sort of wondering if maybe, well, she was-"
"Like me?" Matt whispered. His eyes had widened in shock and he was staring incredulously at Albus and John.
"Er, yeah," Albus muttered, "Told you it was mental."
"It is," Matt said adamantly.
"So you know she's not?" John asked, "You saw her in here or something? Or did Madam Pomfrey tell you?"
Matt smiled wryly. "Of course not. Even if she was, I doubt Madam Pomfrey would tell me. You two missed the obvious clue that she's not like me."
Albus turned to John, who shrugged.
"Linda normally goes to the Australian School of Sorcery," Matt stated, "The school that I wasn't allowed to go to. Obviously, if Linda was like me, she couldn't go there either."
Albus felt like he should have smacked himself in the head. He turned to John, who looked like he was about to burst out laughing. How could they have forgotten about that? It was staring them straight in the face and they completely overlooked it. Professor Killigan was prejudiced against werewolves. There was no way he would admit Linda if she was one.
"Oh, right," Albus mumbled, "Should have remembered that."
"It's actually kind of funny that you thought she was like me," Matt smirked.
"I guess she's just got a cold or something," John shrugged.
"Yeah, probably," Albus said. So much for the idea of Rose and Matt making up. Albus would just have to think of some other way to get them to be friends again.
"When do you get to leave?" John asked.
"Not sure," Matt sighed, "Probably late tomorrow, if I'm lucky."
"Hogsmeade is on Saturday," John said.
"I know. I'll be out for that, even if I have to sneak out when Madam Pomfrey is sleeping," Matt replied.
Albus didn't really think Madam Pomfrey would sleep through someone trying to sneak out of the ward, but he hoped Matt would be out in time to go to Hogsmeade. It would be incredibly unfair if he wasn't allowed to go.
The silence continued into the next day. Linda returned from her mysterious illness and went back to spending all her free time with Rose and Amanda. Albus spent his time with John and Kaden in the Marauder's Den.
Albus hated the silence more and more every day. It kept him up at night, but he couldn't think of anything he could do about it. The row was mainly between Rose and Matt. Albus couldn't solve it, but it was eating away at him like it was his own row. He was very glad he wasn't playing Quidditch in the upcoming match. He wouldn't have been able to concentrate.
Matt didn't leave the hospital wing until Friday evening. Madam Pomfrey had reluctantly let him leave in order to go to Hogsmeade the following day.
Albus woke up not feeling nearly as excited as he probably should have about going to Hogsmeade. He and Rose had imagined going to Hogsmeade together since they were little kids. They plotted where they would go and what they would do. Both of them had been to Hogsmeade before, but never without one of their parents. The idea of going by themselves had always been exciting.
Now that the day had actually arrived, Albus couldn't help but feel a bit disappointed. He wouldn't be going with Rose. Not while they were still in the midst of a row. It was either go with Matt and John, or ditch them and go with the girls. The latter wasn't even a real option. He was still mad at Rose and if he decided to make up with her, he'd have Matt and John angry with him. He just had to face it; going to Hogsmeade with Rose was not an option.
Albus, Matt, and John joined the queue of people in the Entrance Hall later on in the morning. Matt and John were more excited than Albus was, but still more subdued than the rest of the third years.
"We've got to remember the stuff for the Halloween party," John reminded them.
The Halloween party was that night. Albus had nearly forgotten about it over the past few days. It was another thing that would have been more fun if they weren't fighting with the girls.
"Yeah," Albus nodded, "We've got to get Kaden's stuff, too."
"Merlin, he was jealous that we get to go and he doesn't," John smirked.
"Can't blame him," Matt lowered his voice, "I mean, this is the first time we'll get to try out the Hogsmeade part of the map."
Albus grinned. That was one part about the Hogsmeade trip that Albus was still thoroughly excited about. He had the new map in his cloak pocket, all ready to go.
"We can see who likes to go to the Hog's Head," John grinned mischievously.
"Hey, Amy used to go there," Matt said.
"Really?" John asked.
"Yeah, she liked how empty it was."
"Seems like an awfully depressing place," John said.
"Where do you lot want to go first?" Albus asked as they gave their names to Filch.
"Weasley's," John said immediately, "I've got loads to buy there. And Kaden gave me a list of stuff he wants me to get him, too."
"Why does that not surprise me?" Albus smirked.
The boys walked the short distance into Hogsmeade once Filch checked their names off. It was a chilly autumn day. There was a slight breeze in the air and it was cloudy, but not the kind of clouds that threatened rain. They couldn't have asked for better weather in late October.
Once they arrived, they hid behind a tree in order to look at the map. Albus glanced around to make sure nobody was watching and then pulled it out of his cloak. He muttered the incantation and soon, an inky replication of Hogsmeade was on the yellowed paper.
"Whoa," Matt whispered, "Look, Weasleys' is so crowded, you can't read any of the labels."
There were dots spilling out of the joke shop and even more inside, piled on top of each other. Albus wasn't surprised in the slightest. His uncle's shop was the most popular in Hogsmeade. There were more modest collections of dots in the rest of the shops and pubs. A slight few were in the Hog's Head.
"Anyone we know in the Hog's Head?" John asked.
"Nope," Albus said after he read the labels.
Albus wiped the map clean and then they set off for Weasleys' Wizard Wheezes. It took them a while to squeeze into the crowd, and once there, Albus and Matt quickly lost John to the throngs of students grabbing merchandise.
Both George and Teddy were behind the counter, ringing up purchases as fast as they possibly could.
"Hi Uncle George! Teddy!" Albus shouted.
"Hey, Al!" George shouted back.
"Albus!" Teddy exclaimed, "How's your first Hogsmeade trip?"
"Great," Albus smiled, "Are you coming to the Halloween party?"
"Wouldn't miss it," Teddy grinned, "Victoire and Amy are going, too."
"That's good," Albus said, "Are you dressing up?"
"'Course," Teddy laughed.
"Where would the fun in that be?" Teddy winked.
John returned a little while later, arms laden with merchandise. He dumped it all on the counter and a few Skiving Snackboxes fell on the ground. Albus picked them up and smirked as he put them on the counter.
"Stocking up for a year?" Albus asked.
"Nah, this is just until next Hogsmeade trip," John said.
"You're one of my best customers, John," George laughed.
"Do you really need five Snackboxes?" Matt asked.
"Definitely. Divination's awful. And two are for Kaden," John replied.
John paid for his purchases and then the group wandered down the road until they reached Gladrags Wizardwear. They slowly walked inside, only to find that it was filled with giggly girls.
"I'd be happy if I never had to set foot in here again," John groaned as he gestured to a display of pink sparkly robes.
"We just need to get our costume stuff and get out," Albus muttered, equally unhappy about having to visit a clothing shop.
The three boys tried to move as quietly as possible through the crowd of girls in order to find their costume stuff. Albus immediately found a black shirt and pants for his skeleton costume. He had bought glow in the dark paint at Weasleys' and one of his cousins was going to paint bones on the shirt and pants with it.
John had purchased Muggle vampire teeth and Muggle face paint at Weasleys', so all he needed was a black cape, which he found quickly. Matt located a white sheet, which was all he needed for his ghost costume. Albus got another white sheet, which they would cut up into strips for Kaden's mummy costume.
"Finally!" John exclaimed once they left the shop, "That's my least favorite place in Hogsmeade."
"You should go to Madam Puddifoot's, then," Albus laughed.
John shuddered. "No way. I will never set foot in that hideous place."
"Anyone want to go to the Three Broomsticks?" Matt shivered.
"Yeah, I could use with a Butterbeer," Albus agreed and pulled his cloak tighter. The wind had picked up and Butterbeer would be good to warm up with.
Albus led his friends up the street and into the crowded pub. It seemed that everyone had the idea of warming up with a Butterbeer. Albus and Matt snagged the last empty table while John went to the bar to get a few Butterbeers.
"What do you think the party is going to be like?" Matt asked.
"Dunno," Albus shrugged, "It's not really common for there to be an actual party. Usually it's just the feast. I guess they just want us to interact with the foreign students. Kind of like the Yule Ball for the Triwizard Tournament."
"I just can't wait to see what people dress up as," John announced as he returned with the Butterbeers.
"Think the teachers will dress up?" Matt asked.
"I hope so," John grinned, "Probably depends on the teacher, though. I could see Kendrick dressing up. And Longbottom. Not sure about Slughorn."
Albus snorted into his Butterbeer. "Slughorn, dress up? Now that would be funny."
"I think any of the teachers dressing up would be funny," Matt laughed.
"So, how long do you think it'll be until Kaden tries sneaking into Hogsmeade?" John asked.
"Next trip," Albus said immediately, "I know he's plotting it. He asked me if I was taking the map today. I think he wanted it to sneak in."
"Are you going to let him have it next time?" Matt asked as he sipped his Butterbeer.
"Probably," Albus nodded.
"What if he gets caught?" Matt asked.
Albus shrugged. "He'll get a couple detentions. It's not like he'll notice another two detentions."
"Good point," Matt grinned and turned to John, "You two spend half your waking time in detention."
"It's not that bad, once you get used to it. I think Filch is getting a bit fed up with us, though. He's starting to pawn us off on the professors."
"Well, when you spend every other night with him, who can blame him?" Albus smirked.
"Shut it, Albus," John laughed, "Or next time we get caught, we'll tell Filch whatever we were doing was all your idea."
"He'll never believe you," Albus grinned.
"Albus," a female voice said from behind him.
Albus turned around and saw Rose, Butterbeer in hand, with Amanda and Linda on either side of her.
"Rose," Albus muttered.
The mood at the table quickly turned from joking around to tense silence. Albus nervously glanced from Amanda to Rose and back again. He looked at Matt and John, who were both glaring at the girls.
"All the tables are taken," Amanda sighed, "Do you mind if we sit here?"
"Er-" Albus began.
"We were just leaving," Matt announced as he stood up, "Right?"
"Yeah," John agreed.
Albus nodded and stood up as well. He followed Matt and John through the crowded pub, looking back at the girls. Amanda was the only one who was watching them leave.
"Why couldn't they have found some other table to sit at?" John groaned after they were back outside.
"I dunno," Albus muttered. He had been having fun joking around with Matt and John, but as soon as the girls showed up, he was reminded once again of the rift that had formed in their group. "Anywhere we haven't been yet?"
"Madam Puddifoot's," Matt laughed.
"Don't even joke about that," John shuddered, "But you know, we haven't been to the Shrieking Shack."
Matt groaned. "You're kidding, right?"
"Nope," John grinned and took off up the street, "Come on, don't even say you're not going. Because you are."
Matt sent Albus a withered look and set off at a slower pace after John. Albus laughed to himself and followed them.
There were a couple people leaning on the fence in front of the Shack. They were all third years. Albus figured the thrill of the Shrieking Shack wore off after the first couple Hogsmeade trips. Albus and Matt joined John, who was standing near a couple girls who were looking at the Shack.
"It's the most haunted building in Britain!" a Ravenclaw named Ann Jacobs told her friend.
"Really?" the girl's eyes widened. Albus vaguely remembered that she was Muggle born.
"Yeah, it's haunted by ghosts!" Ann Jacobs said excitedly, "Right, Albus?"
"Er, yup," Albus nodded, "Ghosts."
"I wonder if we could get inside!" the other girl said.
"You can't," Matt said quickly.
"How do you know?" the girl asked.
"My sister tried once," Matt answered, "She graduated our first year. The place is completely sealed."
"Oh," the girl sighed, "Would have been cool."
"We should get back," Matt said, "We've got to get our costumes ready."
"Good idea," Albus agreed.
The boys bade goodbye to the two Ravenclaws and headed back to the castle. They were all very quiet on the walk back. Albus sunk back into his thoughts of how he should have gone to Hogsmeade with Rose. He hoped he'd be able to go with her the next trip. Albus couldn't imagine that he'd still be mad at her when that came around. At least he hoped he wouldn't.
Kaden was waiting in the Marauder's Den for them. He immediately bombarded them with questions, and the rest of the boys launched into a detailed description of their entire trip.
After Kaden's curiosity was finally satisfied, the boys got to work on their costumes. Matt, John, and Kaden stayed behind in the Marauder's Den to make Matt's ghost costume and Kaden's mummy costume while Albus set off to find one of his cousins to paint his skeleton costume.
Gabriella agreed to make the costume. Not wanting to find the girls and ask Amanda to do it, Albus had been hoping Gabriella would. Gabriella was the most creative of all his cousins and even though all he needed was someone to perform a painting charm, he figured Gabriella would do the best job.
"What are you dressing up as?" Albus asked as Gabriella performed the charm.
"A Veela," Gabriella replied.
"Creative," Albus laughed.
"My friend actually came up with it. A couple of us are going as Veelas."
"Well, you've already got the hair, so it won't take much for you to dress up," Albus said.
Gabriella grinned and handed Albus his costume. "Here you go. I'll see you at the party. I've got to go get ready."
"Thanks," Albus said.
When Albus returned to the Marauder's Den, he was met not by his friends, but by a ghost, mummy, and vampire. All three costumes were brilliant. Matt looked just like a Muggle ghost, complete with eye holes and a round mouth hole. Kaden was wrapped in strips of white sheet that were hanging off of him in various places. John's costume was the best, in Albus's opinion. He wore a black cape with a white shirt and black pants underneath. He also had a red bow-tie on, which Kaden insisted would make him look more vampirish. His face was completely covered in white make-up and he was wearing bright red lipstick that dripped onto his chin. When he grinned, he revealed pearly white vampire fangs.
"You lot look great," Albus grinned, "The Muggle costumes was definitely the way to go."
"Put yours on," Matt said.
Albus nodded and went to his section of the room. When he came out, he was wearing his costume. Albus looked at his arms and they were glowing. Gabriella had done an excellent job with the painting charm. His chest was covered in a glow in the dark rib cage.
"Brilliant, Albus," John grinned.
"We're going to have the best costumes in the school," Kaden announced, "Are the girls still dressing up as witches?"
"No idea," Albus sighed. He hadn't talked to Rose about the costumes in weeks. "Guess we'll find out."
Albus had no idea what to expect from the party. The professors had never sponsored a party before while he was at Hogwarts. He walked down to the Great Hall with Matt, John, and Kaden. They passed quite a few people on the way down and saw all sorts of different costumes.
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Chapter 11: Halloween Costumes
"All right, we need to come up with a good costume idea," John announced the following Saturday as he flew poorly made parchment airplanes around the Marauder's Den.
"Definitely," Kaden agreed as his much better parchment airplane flew gracefully over John's head and landed softly on the couch.
"Anyone got any ideas?" Matt asked.
"Haven't even thought about it," Albus muttered as he tried not to move anymore muscles than he had to. He just completed a four hour Hogwarts Quidditch practice, which mainly focused on dodging Bludgers. Unfortunately, Albus hadn't dodged them all.
"You should go see Madam Pomfrey," Matt told him.
"I've already been there twice this week," Albus groaned, "If this keeps up, I'll break your record. I'm fine, I just need sleep. Georgia canceled practice for tomorrow because of the Dueling Tournament, so I think I'll be fine."
"Back to the costumes," John said, "I was thinking that we could be the Marauders. You know, their animal forms."
Albus craned his head to see John. John looked quite excited by this idea. Albus had to admit that it was a pretty good idea. He could affix fake antlers to his head. Or see if one of his older cousins could transfigure some onto his head.
"That's brilliant!" Kaden shouted excitedly.
"I like it," Albus grinned.
"No bloody way," Matt said flatly, "I am not dressing up as a werewolf in front of the entire school."
Albus hadn't even thought about that. No, there was definitely no way Matt could do that.
"Oh, right," John sighed, "Sorry, hadn't thought about that."
"How about we just dress up as the Marauders in their human forms?" Albus suggested. All he'd have to do is get a pair of round black glasses and he'd be set.
"I don't know..." Matt said, "Everyone knows Teddy's dad was a werewolf. What if they realize that I'm one, too, since I dressed up as him?"
"I bet people will just think we dressed up as them because of Albus," John pointed out, "And someone would have to be Moony. Might as well be you. You probably look the most like him anyway."
"He does," Albus said.
"See?" John replied.
"Yeah, but still..." Matt sighed.
"It doesn't matter," Kaden said, "Because there is no way that I am dressing up as Pettigrew unless it's his rat form."
That Albus could definitely understand. "Ok, so I guess we're not doing the Marauders thing."
"Too bad," John sighed, "Would've been cool."
"Says the bloke who wouldn't have to dress up as a traitor," Kaden pointed out.
"And we're back to square one," Albus said, "Any other ideas?"
"The players from Puddlemere United?" John suggested after a few minutes. "You know, if Rose, Amanda, and Linda joined us, we'd have enough people to be the entire team."
"Why not the Cannons?" Matt asked.
"Because they're awful," John groaned.
"Are not," Matt refuted.
"Are to," John said, "Let's be Puddlemere."
"Cannons," Matt said adamantly.
"Manchester United," Kaden interrupted.
"Who?" John and Matt said at the same time.
"Manchester United," Kaden repeated, "Football team."
Both John and Matt groaned. "Puddlemere," John said once again.
"None of them!" Albus shouted. He was already irritable due to his aching muscles and fatigue from Quidditch practice. The last thing he wanted to do was listen to his friends squabble about Quidditch and football teams.
"Well, have you got any other ideas?" John asked.
"Actually, yeah," Albus replied. Matt's mention of not wanting to dress up as a werewolf had sparked an idea. Albus had been mulling it over while his friends argued about Quidditch teams.
"What is it?" Matt asked.
"Well, I kind of thought it would be neat to use Muggle costumes," Albus said, "You know, we can dress up as things Muggles usually dress up as on Halloween."
Matt, John, and Kaden stared at Albus for a few moments. Albus shrugged. He had thought it was a good idea, but maybe his fatigue was clouding his thinking. Then, all three of his friends broke out in huge grins.
"That's brilliant!" Kaden shouted, "No one else will think of it!"
"Yeah," John agreed, "We'll be the only ones at the party with Muggle costumes."
"As long as I don't have to dress up as a werewolf, I'm fine with it," Matt said.
Albus grinned. "Good. Kaden, what are some classic Muggle costumes?"
"Ghosts, witches, vampires, skeletons, mummies," Kaden rattled off, "Oh, and zombies. Frankenstein, too."
Albus had no idea who Frankenstein was and he wasn't in the mood to listen to Kaden explain it, but the other ideas were good. "Who wants to be what?" Albus asked.
"Matt should be a vampire," Kaden grinned.
"Why's that?" Albus asked.
"Vampires and werewolves are mortal enemies," Kaden explained, "At least in the Muggle world."
"In this world, too," Matt muttered, "And I'm not dressing up as a vampire."
"Aw, come on," John said.
"No," Matt said adamantly, "I'm being a ghost. The only question is, how do I make myself transparent."
"Aw, no!" Kaden sighed, "When Muggles dress as ghosts, they just put a white sheet with eye holes over themselves. That's what Muggles think ghosts are. White."
"Oh, that makes things easier," Matt laughed, "But seriously?"
"Yep," Kaden laughed, "White sheets. Now, what about the rest of us?"
A half an hour later, everyone had settled on what they were going to dress up as. With Kaden's help, that is. Albus, Matt, and John really had no idea as to what Muggles wore when they dressed up for Halloween. John insisted on being a vampire, much to Matt's disgust. However, John was going to be a classic Muggle vampire. The ugly, waxy, blood-stained lips, turn into a bat type of vampire that Muggles thought of when they heard the word 'vampire'. Albus didn't know much about vampires, but he knew they weren't completely like the ones Muggles thought of.
Kaden was going to dress up as a mummy, which was a very simple costume. All he'd have to do was obtain a bunch of strips of white cloth. Albus said he'd pick some up in Hogsmeade.
Albus was going to be a skeleton, which was the most difficult of all the costumes. He was going to buy a black long-sleeve t-shirt and a pair of black pants and then paint on bones in white paint. He was hoping Amanda would be able to help with it. She was the only one in their group who had any artistic talent.
"Maybe the girls can be witches," Kaden suggested.
"They are witches," John smirked.
"You know what I mean," Kaden sighed.
"I know," John grinned, "Hey, Albus, catch!"
Albus snapped his eyes open just in time to see a Quaffle come sailing across the room. It hit him right in the stomach before he had a chance to catch it.
"Oh, ow!" Albus groaned and curled up, "That's where I got hit with a Bludger!"
"Brilliant, John," Matt sighed, "Are you ok, Albus?"
Albus squeezed his eyes shut and nodded. It did hurt. It hurt a lot. A lot more than it should, he thought. He was sick of getting pelted by Bludgers during practice.
"Albus?" John asked worriedly, "Merlin, I'm sorry. I didn't mean to hit you with it."
"It's ok," Albus whispered. He inhaled sharply. Now it was getting hard to breath. This was not good.
"Albus, you've got to go to the Hospital Wing," Matt announced. He walked over to Albus and helped him off the couch. "C'mon."
Albus nodded. There was no point in objecting. He knew he had to go. But honestly, three times in one week seemed excessive.
The Hospital Wing was empty when Albus stumbled inside, being supported by Matt and John, a little while later. Madam Pomfrey came out of her office when she heard the door open. She saw who it was and threw her hands up in the air.
"You again!" she groaned, "Let me guess. Quidditch?"
Albus nodded and collapsed onto the nearest bed.
"Well, what did you injure this time?" the nurse asked.
"Bludger in the stomach," Albus replied, not bothering to mention that John hit him with a Quaffle as well.
Madam Pomfrey clucked her tongue and waved her wand over Albus. "Broken rib. That's the second one this week," she waved her wand again and pressed it to Albus's ribs. Then she bustled away to a Potions cupboard.
Albus's stomach immediately felt better and he sank back into the bed. The rest of his muscles still ached, though, and he wanted nothing more than to fall asleep right there.
Madam Pomfrey returned a few minutes later and thrust a potion into Albus's hands. He drank it quickly and grimaced at the disgusting taste.
"You're staying the night," she announced in a tone that Albus knew not to argue with. Not that he really felt like arguing anyway. He was just too exhausted.
Madam Pomfrey turned to Matt, John, and Kaden. "You lot can return to Gryffindor. Albus needs to rest."
Albus's friends said good night and then left the room.
"I'll be speaking with Professor Kendrick," Madam Pomfrey muttered to herself, "Honestly, what was he thinking? Twice the amount of Quidditch? Twice the amount of injuries is what I say!"
Albus didn't have the faintest idea as to what Madam Pomfrey wanted Kendrick to do, but he didn't think about it for long. Exhaustion overcame him and he was asleep within minutes.
Albus awoke feeling better than he had in days. One look at the clock told him why. He had slept over twelve hours. It was just after eleven o'clock. Two hours until the Dueling Tournament. Albus pulled the blankets off and started to get up.
"Where do you think you're going?" Madam Pomfrey appeared at his bed.
"Er, the common room?" Albus slowly sat back down, "The Dueling Tournament is in two hours."
"Dueling? You think I'm going to let you duel?" Madam Pomfrey demanded.
"Well, yeah," Albus muttered. Come to think of it, he actually wasn't surprised that the nurse wasn't going to let him duel.
"Definitely not!" she exclaimed, "You're spending the day in bed!"
"Come on!" Albus groaned, "Please?" He had to duel. He was practically the best on his team. What would Malfoy say when he didn't show up?
"I won't have it!" Madam Pomfrey said, "You were dead on your feet last night! You're going to rest today!"
Albus groaned in defeat. He was going to miss the first Dueling Tournament of the year, because of a Quidditch injury. His two favorite things to do were now conflicting with each other.
Madam Pomfrey brought a tray of breakfast, or maybe it should have been lunch, for Albus a little while later. He wasn't in the mood to eat, though. Why couldn't he just go to the tournament? He felt fine now.
Matt, John, Kaden, Amanda, Rose, and for some reason, Linda, burst into the Hospital Wing just as Albus was finishing up his food. Madam Pomfrey looked a bit taken aback at the amount of visitors, but she didn't say anything.
"Albus!" John shouted, "Dueling's in an hour. You going to be getting out of here soon?"
"She won't let me go," Albus muttered.
"What?" John exclaimed, "Why not?"
"She says I need to rest," Albus explained.
"Honestly, it would have surprised me if she did let you go," Matt commented.
"I'll convince her, Albus," John announced and walked over to where Madam Pomfrey was organizing potions. "You've got to let Albus duel."
"I do not have to do any such thing," she replied, not looking up.
"But it's Kaden's first tournament," John pointed out.
"I wouldn't care if it was Merlin's first tournament, I'm not letting Albus go."
"Please?" John begged.
"No," she said, "And if you don't stop arguing, I'll make you leave."
John sighed and walked glumly back to Albus's bed. "Sorry," he muttered, "And this was sort of my fault since I threw that Quaffle at you."
"No it wasn't," Albus assured him, "A Quaffle wouldn't have broke my ribs. It was that Bludger from Quidditch practice."
"But still..." John said.
Albus's friends remained in the Hospital Wing until it was time for them to go to the Dueling Tournament. It was sort of tense, and Albus could only attribute this to the fact that Linda was there. It was strange how someone who never said a word could cause the rest of Albus's friends to remain quiet as well.
After his friends left, Albus was filled with boredom. The Hospital Wing really was a boring place, especially when you weren't actually sick or injured. Albus began to count the cracks on the ceiling, but lost track after 467.
It wasn't until after the tournament was over that Madam Pomfrey actually let Albus leave. He figured she hadn't let him leave earlier since then she would've had no way to know he wouldn't go to the tournament.
Albus jumped out of bed as soon as he promised Madam Pomfrey that he wouldn't play Quidditch that day. He ran as fast as he could down to the dueling chamber, hoping that the tournament was still going on.
Unfortunately, students were already streaming out of the room chattering excitedly about the tournament. Albus sighed dejectedly and slumped against the wall, where he waited for his friends.
"Hey, Albus," Matt said.
"Oh, hey, Matt," Albus replied, "Who won?"
"My team. No thanks to me, of course."
"Who'd Malfoy duel?" Albus asked, thinking of his threat to Rose and Amanda.
"Some Slytherin second year and a Ravenclaw fourth year," Matt answered.
Albus nodded, relieved that he hadn't dueled either Rose or Amanda.
"Albus!" someone shouted excitedly.
Albus turned around and saw Kaden with a huge grin on his face. John was standing next to him, looking equally happy.
"Hey, John, Kaden," Albus smiled.
"I won one of my duels!" Kaden announced, "I dueled a Ravenclaw and I actually beat him!"
"That's great," Albus told him, still wishing that he had gotten to beat a Ravenclaw. Or a Slytherin, Hufflepuff, or Gryffindor.
"But he was horribly beaten in his second duel," John laughed.
"At least I won one of them," Kaden smirked.
"Yeah, yeah," John muttered.
"Did you lose both?" Albus asked.
"Yeah," John sighed.
The boys set off for Gryffindor tower, figuring they'd catch up with the girls once they were up there. Albus was eager to see Amanda because he wanted to know how his team had done.
Amanda, Rose, and Linda were talking about the tournament when Albus entered the common room. He was shocked to see that Linda was actually talking. Although, she immediately stopped when Albus and the other boys showed up.
Apparently Albus's team had came in second place. Amanda said they were only two points behind Matt's team, which caused Albus to wish even more that he had been there. He could have easily gotten the two points they needed. Amanda said that Malfoy thought the same thing, because he shouted angrily about Albus not being there once they announced the winner. Albus was kind of amused by this. He never thought Malfoy would ever be lamenting Albus's absence from anything.
The group, including Linda, spent the remainder of the afternoon in the common room. It was sort of odd, though. Linda didn't say a word, yet Rose and Amanda tried to engage her in every conversation. Matt remained almost completely mute, whispering quietly so only Albus and John could hear what he was saying. Kaden of course didn't notice any of this and talked as loudly as he usually did. It didn't really help that various boys kept coming up to Linda and asking her useless questions about Australia and Quidditch and various other topics. Linda gave them very short, quiet answers. John paid rapt attention to every little thing she said.
"So," Rose began, "First Quidditch match in a week. Australia versus New York. Are you nervous, Linda?"
Albus stared at Rose. He couldn't remember the last time Rose actually brought up Quidditch in a conversation.
"A bit," Linda muttered, not looking up.
"Well, I hope you win," Rose smiled, "Since Hogwarts isn't playing."
"Thanks," Linda whispered.
Albus was looking forward to the first match. He was glad he wasn't playing in it. His team would be able to assess both Australia and New York's skill before they played either team. That was definitely good for strategy. Then when they actually played, they'd be able to use the team's weaknesses to their advantage. Wood had given them specific directions to look for weaknesses in both teams. Of course, chances are Albus wouldn't be playing in the first Hogwarts match, or really any of the matches.
Albus walked down to dinner with his friends and Linda sat in between Rose and Amanda. He glanced absentmindedly at the staff table as he scooped mashed potatoes onto his plate and noticed a new wizard talking with the headmaster from Australia. He was a rather short man, compared to Killigan, and his face seemed to have absolutely no emotion on it. His dirty blonde hair sat flat on his head and fell over his eyes. He was wearing plain black robes.
"I wonder who that bloke is," Albus said to John as he pointed at the staff table.
"Dunno," John shrugged, not really seeming interested.
Rose turned to look at him. "Probably some bloke from Australia, I'd be guessing. I imagine a few people from Australia and New York will visit to see what's going on with the tournaments."
"Recognize him, Matt?" Albus asked.
Matt looked up and then quickly turned away. "No."
"How about you, Linda?" Rose asked.
"No," Linda whispered.
Albus shrugged and returned to his dinner. It seemed like he was really the only one interested in the unfamiliar wizard at the staff table. Was he really only there to see the tournament? The Quidditch match wasn't for another week, so why was he there already? Would he really be spending the whole week at Hogwarts?
Kendrick stood up after dinner started to wind down. Albus immediately stopped eating and paid attention. Maybe he was going to tell everyone who the strange wizard was.
"If I could have your attention for just one moment," Kendrick announced, "Thank you. When I first began to organize this competition, I always thought we would continue with the usual Hogwarts Quidditch Cup tournament like usual, but I didn't think about what affect it would have on the players who would play on both their house team and the Hogwarts team."
Albus had a feeling he knew where this was going and it had everything to do with that talk Madam Pomfrey said she was going to have with Kendrick. Albus sank lower in his seat and tried not to look at anyone.
"It's come to my attention that playing on two Quidditch teams at once is much more work than could have been anticipated. Therefore, I have decided to cancel the Quidditch Cup tournament for this year only, while the tournament is going on."
"What?!" Over half the room erupted in various shouts and jeers. Albus sank even lower in his seat. This was all his fault. He was the one who had been to the Hospital Wing so many times that week. He had gotten Quidditch canceled for the whole school.
"Quiet down," Kendrick shouted, "It's what's best for the players. Plus, it's been rather tight to squeeze in so many practices for so many teams. We only have one Quidditch pitch. With four less teams to accommodate, it'll be easier to schedule practices. This is my final word on the subject. Remember that we still have excellent Quidditch going on this year."
"I shouldn't have gone to see Madam Pomfrey last night," Albus muttered.
"Albus, this isn't your fault," Rose assured him, "You're not the only one who's been injured numerous times."
That was true. Pretty much everyone on the Hogwarts team had been to see Madam Pomfrey at least once a week since the start of term. So maybe it wasn't all his fault. Plus, there was the scheduling conflicts on the pitch. Albus had witnessed a few fights between the house captains that certainly couldn't be good for teamwork on the Hogwarts team.
Albus had to admit that life would be a lot easier without Gryffindor team practices. Now he would only be practicing Quidditch twice a week. Well, Wood would probably increase it to three times now that Kendrick canceled the house Quidditch. But even that would be less than he had been doing. He might even have an evening or two off a week now.
The Gryffindor team was sitting together in the common room when Albus returned. Georgia immediately flagged him over.
"I still don't like it," Fred sighed, "Now I don't get to play at all this year."
"Yeah, well I don't get to play for Gryffindor in my seventh year, but it really is for the best," Georgia said.
"I'll say," James agreed, "I'm already behind on homework and it's only October."
"Me, too," Albus said.
"Just think, Fred," Heather began, "Next year, one of us will be captain."
"It'll be me," Fred announced.
"Really?" Heather raised an eyebrow.
"Yeah, Gryffindor's had two girl captains recently. It's time for another bloke."
Heather rolled her eyes. "Not if I'm a better leader."
"What makes you think it'll be either of you?" Bradley asked, "It might be Ryan or I. We'll be sixth years. They don't always choose seventh years."
"Maybe," Fred replied, "I'm still going to miss it, though."
"We could play pick-up matches on the weekends," Ryan suggested.
"I guess," Fred sighed.
Albus remained quiet for the rest of the time with the team. Although he didn't blame himself for the cancellation of house Quidditch, he felt guilty that he was relieved it was canceled. But most of the team was far from happy about it. In fact, it seemed like only James and Albus were relieved.
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Posted: Monday 16 November 2009 09 23 11 am Post subject: Re: RPG: The Six Wizards in topic:RPG: The Six Wizards
Ouki stared at Damien, who could not hold his gaze into her eyes. She tried to catch his eye again, and he reluctantly gave them back. Her own eyes were narrow, suspectful, and hurt. Then she sighed and smiled. "Sleep. These things are best dealt with on a clear mind." Ouki crawled across the bed and pulled back the covers. She pulled off her clothes and climbed under the smooth cotton sheets. She patted the spot beside her. "Come. Hold me. We will take stock of all ths tommorrow."
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Posted: Friday 11 September 2009 05 01 05 am Post subject: Re: RPG: The Muggle-Wizard War in topic:RPG: The Muggle-Wizard War
"Hey! Not so rough! Let GO!" Kiara pulled herself free and straightened up so she could walk on her own. The man allowed it for a moment, and it was all the time Kiara needed. She bolted, pushing her way past the woman, through the door and into the hallway. A quick assessment, a split second decision and she chose to run right as fast as she could. The hall was dark for a while and then she noticed some light. She nearly fell over as she tried to stop. She brought her hand up to her necklace, making sure it was working, as she beheld the infirmary, filled with people with every kind of injury. She stood in the open doorway un noticed, and was in awe at the techniques they were using to heal their sick and injured. A woman was helping a man with his arm which was turned in a horrible direction. She simply put her 'wand' up and muttered some spell, and it contourted back to it's original form. And a woman who was bleeding so badly the whole bed was soaked and her skin had gone white was being cared for by a very young man, probably 12 or 13, and he was chanting something over her. The blood stained sheets started to turn white again, as the blood started to move off of it as if the flow was going backwards. Kiara's mouth dropped open. Behind her she felt something sharp press into her neck. She ventured a statement. "You can heal yourselves from any injury. " she turned slowly, and the man was there, keeping his wand pointed at her. "But it wouldn't be so uneven, if wizards were convinced to fight wizards. That's what this Dumbledore's army is trying to do, even up the odds? And if they do fight each other, there are ways that injury would be more permanent. Impossible to heal. That ... Avarda Kadarva spell..." As Kiara said it she knew she had made a mistake, but she would say anything to get a story.
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Posted: Tuesday 8 September 2009 08 20 48 am Post subject: Re: Next Generation 2 in topic:Next Generation 2
Geneve laughed. " Do you think I could? I need to take flying lessons first! Oh..." she put her bag on the table and pulled out her schedule and unrolled the parchement. She scanned it until her finger fell on what she was looking for. " I have my first flying lesson today, first session..." she looked up at Professor Nomare, her face had gone pale. "I can't fly a broom! I've only ever used a broom for sweeping? I really really prefer to stay on the ground.... " she realised then that she had started crushing the parchment. She released it and it started forming into a flat sheet again. "I guess...it's like learning to ride a bike? Right? And once I get the hang of it..." she exhailed; she had been holding her breath. "But quidditch.. no... not this year.. probably not..."
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Posted: Monday 7 September 2009 11 16 14 am Post subject: Re: RPG: Founding Fathers in topic:RPG: Founding Fathers
Helga barely noticed Marpessa leaving the room, she was so distraught. She put her hand to her mouth, and then pulled back the sheets once more to look at the child's wound. The marks were undeniably a bite. Helga looked closer, and saw that they were fangs.
"A snake?" she muttered. Then her eyes widened. It was impossible. Helga thought about the Basalisk that Seprente had been holding.
"It's only an infant, that snake. " she reminded herself. A bite from a Baslisk would not harm you like this. Something else was in the mix. Helga gathered some eqipment together and proceeded to take some of the girls blood. She removed a small vial and then she went over to a bench and poured it into a bowl. She took out her wand and muttered a spell, which showed Professor Hufflepuff the contents of the child's blood.
All the right elements were there, and there was poison. "Ah yes.." Helga flicked her wand and seperated the substance she found. There was not much left; Whatever it was had been soaked into the girl's system. Helga sat down and rubbed her eyes with one hand, waiting for her collegues to give her some idea of what might be happening.
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Posted: Sunday 12 July 2009 08 59 52 pm Post subject: Re: In Moonlight's Shadow in topic:In Moonlight's Shadow
Chapter 53: The Chudley Cannons
I failed the charms test. Miserably. Even though I spent most of the weekend studying, the test was like a foreign language. I knew I failed it even before we got the marks back the next class. The large, red 'P' written over my pathetic answers was only a reminder.
Charms has never been my best subject, but I always managed to squeeze by in Australia. Olivia and I would study for hours before the exam and then get passing marks.
Charms at Hogwarts was a different story. Professor Washburn was relentless and the way he stared at you during class made you too nervous to do anything properly. He breathed down your neck during exams as well. It was enough to make anyone too nervous to do well.
This failed exam was only one of many I had failed so far that year. I was about ready to just give up. No amount of studying seemed to help.
Studying paid off for most of my other classes, though. I spent most of my time studying since I really had nothing else to do. On any given night I was either in my dormitory studying or in the common room studying, depending on where Monica was.
The night of the full moon came around sooner than I would have liked. My parents sent me a letter the day of, telling me that they were going to St. Mungo's. Just reading that letter made my heart speed up. I got the letter at dinner, so the moon was going to rise in a little over an hour.
Doing homework was pointless after I got that letter. There would be no way I could concentrate while I was worrying about Matt. Instead, I wandered around the castle until I wound up at the Astronomy Tower.
The tower was completely deserted. Quiet, empty, with only the telescopes for company. Just the way I like it.
I sighed and sat down on the ground. The moon was nearly risen. I could see the faint light of it slowly rising above the horizon.
No matter how hard I tried, I could never imagine what it would be like to turn into a werewolf. Matt had never described it to us, so I had to use my imagination along with what I read. All I knew was that it was extremely painful.
I stayed on the Astronomy Tower until the moon rose. I stared at it for a while before realizing that it was extremely cold and I was shivering.
The castle was warm, but I didn't know where to go. The Astronomy Tower had been the perfect place, but it was too cold out to spend the night.
A few minutes later I found myself in front of the hospital wing. I suppose that was where I had been heading the whole time, but just hadn't realized it.
Luckily the place was empty. Madam Pomfrey was bottling potions at a table, which reminded me a lot of when Matt had been at St. Mungo's a few months ago. She looked up when I came in the room.
"Amy," she said as she set down a flask, "Are you all right? You look kind of pale."
"Well, it's the full moon," I whispered.
Madam Pomfrey walked out from behind the table and looked at me sympathetically. "You're shivering."
"I was watching the moon rise," I began, "On the Astronomy Tower."
"The Astronomy Tower?" Madam Pomfrey exclaimed, "For Merlin's sake, it's below freezing out there!"
She ushered me over to the nearest bed and made me lie down in it. I could not believe my luck. All I had to do was spend a half hour outside in freezing temperatures and I could avoid sleeping in my dormitory on the worst night of the month.
Madam Pomfrey gave me a potion that immediately warmed me. Then she sat down on the bed and smoothed her robes.
"Amy," she began, "Is this going to be a usual full moon occurrence?"
I bit my bottom lip and looked down at the sheets. There was a loose thread on the blanket and I began to mess with it. It wasn't that I was consciously going to the hospital wing for every full moon. It just sort of happened.
"I don't know," I muttered, "It's just that tonight- Um, have you heard about Healer Sterling's Wolfsbane study?"
"I have," she nodded.
"My brother's in that study," I told her, "He's transforming at St. Mungo's tonight. The full moons are always worse when he transforms in new places."
"Ah," Madam Pomfrey replied, "You're worried about him."
"Yeah," I said, "I am, but it's worse tonight."
"I am sure he will be fine," she patted my leg and stood up.
I nodded and laid down on the pillow. Madam Pomfrey went back to her potions and I watched as she worked. But I wasn't tired in the slightest.
"What potions are you bottling?" I asked.
"Dreamless sleep, fever reducer, and pain potion," she answered, "The most commonly used potions."
Those were the three my parents always had on hand. "I'm going to brew those someday."
"Are you interested in potions?"
I sat up. "Yeah. I brew potions at home all the time. I make up my own stuff. It's fun."
"That is wonderful," she said, "A lot of students seem to have an extreme dislike for the subject."
"I've always liked potions," I mused as I got up and walked over to Madam Pomfrey, "They're just so interesting. The affects they have on people and stuff."
"That is a very intriguing topic," Madam Pomfrey agreed, "Would you like to help me bottle some of these?"
"Really?" I grinned, "Definitely.
"Of course," Madam Pomfrey smiled and handed me a jug of bluish potion, "That's the-"
"Pain potion," I said.
"You certainly know your potions," Madam Pomfrey remarked.
"I bottled potions with the nurses at St. Mungo's while Matt was there a few months ago."
"You've got experience, then," she said, "What other subjects do you enjoy?"
"Astronomy," I said immediately, "That's pretty much it. Transfiguration is fun, too, but not as fun as Astronomy and Potions."
"Astronomy and Potions," the nurse mused, "Interesting combination."
I stopped pouring and looked up at her. She had a knowing smile on her face. That was the same exact thing Healer Norlam had said, but I still had no clue what he meant by it. Now Madam Pomfrey was saying the same thing.
The conversation slowly stopped and we bottled in silence. A first year came in after accidentally stabbing himself with a quill, but other than that the ward remained empty. It was relaxing and reminded me a lot of helping the nurses at St. Mungo's.
Eventually we ran out of potions to bottle and Madam Pomfrey decided to call it a night. She let me stay overnight, despite the fact that I was clearly not ill. Somehow I managed to fall asleep and I didn't wake up until morning.
"He fell off his broom!" someone shouted, "I think his arm's broken!"
I snapped my eyes open and saw two boys standing in the doorway. One was holding his left arm and was clearly in pain. Madam Pomfrey was ushering him to the bed across from mine.
"What were you doing playing Quidditch at seven in the morning?" she demanded.
"We were bored," the uninjured boy shrugged.
"Next time you're bored, study something," the nurse muttered.
There was no point in going back to sleep, so I got out of bed and said goodbye to Madam Pomfrey before leaving. I ran up to my dormitory and collected my books, then headed down to the Great Hall for brekkie.
I waited for Jasper or Pollux to show up with a letter from my parents all day. All throughout my classes I looked at the windows and willed one of the owls to materialize. Even during potions I was distracted, which Quinton Willinson was all too quick to point out. He was thrilled that he was able to tell me that I was stirring my potion in the wrong direction. I had a feeling he would lord that over me for the remainder of the year.
If someone asked me what Binns talked about during History of Magic, the most specific topic I'd be able to tell them was history. Everything he said just went in one ear and out the other. It was worse than usual. My eyes focused on the window to my right rather than his ghostly form.
Herbology was just as bad since the greenhouses are obviously all windows. Luckily, Laney Hall was oblivious to my distractedness and kept chattering on and on about something I didn't even remember.
By the time I was done with classes, I was about ready to break into one of the teachers' studies to floo to St. Mungo's. I was sure Matt was still there. Why else would my parents not send me a letter?
I was putting my books away in my dormitory and contemplating how I could sneak into someone's study when Jasper finally showed up. He flew into the room and I snatched the letter from his leg a little more aggressively than I should have. Jasper hooted his dislike and flew off again before I could give him an owl treat.
Sorry for the late letter. Hope
you weren't too worried. We've
been occupied with the tests
Sterling has been doing on Matt.
We'll explain more about the tests
when you come home for Christmas.
It's a bit much to put into a letter.
Matt is doing all right. The
transformation was a bit rough, as was
expected. But after a few days' rest,
he'll be fine.
We left the hospital around noon and
are back home now.
Let us know how your classes are going
and everything else about life at
Mum, Dad, Matt, and Ellie
I breathed a sigh of relief as I put the letter in my pocket. They were just preoccupied with the tests, that was all. Matt wasn't much worse than usual.
He only had one more transformation until the study began. I wasn't sure exactly what was going to happen with that. Hopefully my parents would tell me once I went home.
I collapsed onto my bed. Another full moon was gone. We survived one more. I was finally beginning to understand what my parents went through each month. I may never completely understand what Matt goes through, but I was beginning to understand my parents' worry. How could they stand it each month?
How much longer would we have to go through it? Would Matt have to go through it? Sterling's study would have to help. People were working on new forms of Wolfsbane and on cures, weren't they? Someone would find something eventually. Then maybe I wouldn't be waiting anxiously for a letter from my parents each month.
November turned into December with the same monotony that the past few months had brought. I studied, argued with Willinson, avoided Monica, and failed another Charms exam.
The only real difference between November and December was the amount of snow that covered the grounds. The grounds began to resemble those of the Adirondack Academy of Magic during the time we visited. Only now it was never ending. I wasn't just visiting the snowy place, I lived there.
It was just so strange to have snow in December. In Australia, December is one of the warmest months and it never ever snows. Christmas is spent going swimming and holding outdoor celebrations. Those days were long over for me. Christmas would now be spent inside with a crackling fire.
I do like snow. It's fun to play in and very beautiful. But I really didn't see the point in holding classes outside during a raging blizzard. Why couldn't Hagrid just get a classroom so we wouldn't have to freeze our arses off? I was so cold during Care of Magical Creatures that I couldn't focus at all on what we were learning. And judging by the other students' reactions, holding Care of Magical Creatures during snow storms was a normal occurrence.
Much to my relief, the snow seemed to let up for the December Hogsmeade visit. Not that I was as excited about it as the rest of the students, since I had no one to go with, but I did want to get my Christmas shopping done.
I left the castle before the rest of my roommates were even awake. Well, I had heard Victoire moving around in her bed, so she was probably awake, but the rest of them were sound asleep.
The walk to Hogsmeade was relaxing. The snow crunching beneath my feet was the only noise. A very small amount of snow was falling; enough to be noticeable, but not so much that the walk would be unbearable.
I had finally learned how to bundle up properly for the cold weather, so I was comfortable. Although I had a feeling that after I had walked around Hogsmeade for a half hour or so, I'd be ready for a Butterbeer at the Three Broomsticks. Or the Hog's Head.
My first stop was Honeyduke's, which was mostly filled with third years and a few students my age. I guessed that most of the older students were still sleeping.
I bought an assortment of chocolates and other sweets for Matt and a few for myself as well before leaving the shop. Chocolate was always the best way to go when buying presents for Matt. Or me for that matter. I figured I'd get him something at the Quidditch shop as well. He's always liked Quidditch.
My parents were a different story, especially Mum. Every year I went through the same ritual. Looking through every store, trying to find the perfect gift. Nothing ever seemed right, although I knew my parents would like whatever I got them.
Dad's present was the first one I found. It was a name block for his desk. His old one said 'Head of the Department for the Control and Regulation of Magical Creatures' on it, so it was useless for his new job. I didn't think Mum had boughten him a new one yet, so I got one at Scrivenshaft's.
Mum was more difficult, but I decided on a scarf. She only had one and it wasn't the most fashionable of things. She wasn't big on fashion, but I thought a red and gold scarf was nicer than the boring grey one she had. Plus, it was Gryffindor colored.
I decided to have a Butterbeer before going to the Quidditch shop, but the Three Broomsticks was yet again so crowded that there was barely room to move. Two minutes after I entered, I left and went to the Hog's Head.
"You again," the barkeep grunted as I walked in the door.
"Yeah," I said as I sat down at the bar and set my bags down on the floor.
"Something wrong with Rosmerta's place?"
"Too crowded," I muttered.
"Tends to happen during Hogsmeade visits," he said as he handed me a Butterbeer.
"Thanks," I replied.
I sipped my Butterbeer in silence as I watched the barkeep putter around with a goat following him. The whole 'goat in the bar' thing still puzzled me, but the last thing I wanted to do was ask him about it.
Two cloaked men eyed me suspiciously as they sat down a few stools away and I took that as my cue to leave. I paid for my drink and the barkeep muttered goodbye as I left.
The Quidditch shop was a little ways down the road. I had never been to it before. There were a few brooms in the window and a large sign above it said 'The Quaffle Shop'. I certainly hoped the place sold more than brooms and Quaffles.
It was filled with students talking about Quidditch and I hardly understood any of it. I began to browse around, not really knowing what I was looking for. They certainly didn't have any Australian team products.
"Amy?" someone said to the left of me.
I turned to see Samantha Meyers looking at me curiously. "Oh, hi Samantha."
"I had no idea you liked Quidditch," she said, "Didn't you say you weren't a Quidditch person?"
"Erm, I'm actually here to get my little brother a Christmas present," I told her.
"What sort of present are you looking for?" she asked.
"I don't know," I sighed.
"Does he play Quidditch?"
I had to stifle my laughter at that. Matt was lucky if he could walk without tripping over his own feet, let alone fly a broom. Not to mention the fact that my parents were so strict with 'dangerous' things anyway.
"No, he just likes to watch matches."
"What team does he support?"
"Australia," I said, "But there obviously isn't any of that stuff here."
"Right," Samantha grinned, "So he needs a new team to support. Puddlemere United is a good team. So are the Ballycastle Bats. I personally support the Holyhead Harpies."
"How about this team?" I gestured to a very bright orange jersey that said 'The Chudley Cannons' in big black letters.
Samantha burst out laughing. "The Cannons? They're a joke. Haven't won a match in years. Their motto is 'let's just cross our fingers and hope for the best'. That pretty much sums them up."
"So it's a team full of uncoordinated Quidditch players?" I asked.
"Yeah," Samantha giggled, "That's pretty much it."
"That's perfect," I grinned. A team consisting of Quidditch players who were like Matt.
Samantha stared at me like I had three heads. "All right. If you say so." She raised her eyebrows at me and then wandered away towards the Holyhead Harpies merchandise.
I grabbed the jersey in the smallest size they had, which I think was still too big for Matt and bought it. I really had no idea if he would actually like it, but it was worth a try. He did need a British team to support. And if what Samantha said was true, the Cannons needed all the support they could get.
The snow had picked up and my face was blasted with tiny crystals of ice after I left the Quaffle Shop, so I decided to just head back to Hogwarts. I had done everything I needed to do in Hogsmeade anyway.
Despite the storm, a lot of students were outside on the grounds. Most were having snowball fights, but a few were building snow wizards.
The dormitory was empty when I got there so I quickly stowed my gifts in my trunk and grabbed my books. Studying never seemed to end.
"Amy!" Slughorn shouted as I went to leave the Potions classroom the following week. I turned around and went back to his desk. Willinson was standing in front of it as well.
"I'm holding a Christmas party," Slughorn said excitedly, "This Friday. I know you've been too busy to attend the most recent Slug Club meeting, but I do hope you can make it to the party."
"You should come," Willinson drawled, "Perhaps I can show you how to properly stir a potion."
I rolled my eyes. He wasn't ever going to let that go. "I'll think about it."
"Harry Potter himself will be there!" Slughorn continued.
I nodded and left as quickly as I could. The party sounded interesting, but I had been trying to avoid the Slug Club since Willinson attended.
The more I thought about the party, the more I sort of wanted to go. I kind of wanted to meet Harry Potter and I had nothing else to do that night.
I wound up going, since Monica was holding a party of her own in our dormitory. She and Victoire had quite the fight about it. Monica wanted Victoire to attend her party, but Victoire wanted to go to the Slug Club party since her entire family was going. Monica had not been invited.
I arrived later than the party started not because Cinda had taught me to be fashionably late, but because I wanted to slip in unnoticed. The more time I could spend avoiding Willinson, the better.
The dungeon the party was held in was packed. I hardly recognized anyone and there weren't only students there. A fair amount of adults were there along with little kids. A good portion of them had red hair, which I took to mean they were related to Victoire.
I squeezed my way through the crowd and eventually made it to the food table. I avoided the pheasant and went with the chicken and potatoes. Then I maneuvered to the back wall and watched everyone else as I ate.
Teddy was entertaining a bunch of red-haired kids by changing his hair and face. I almost snorted pumpkin juice out my nose when he turned his nose into a duck beak.
Slughorn was talking with Professor Kendrick and a very old strict looking witch. She looked very familiar and then I realized that she looked just like the picture of the witch who wrote The Rise and Fall of Lord Voldemort. She was Minerva McGonagall.
"You came," a voice said to the right of me.
It was Willinson. I groaned inwardly. "I did."
"The Christmas parties are always good," Willinson said, "Better than the regular meetings. All sorts of famous people come. My father is here."
"Really," I said flatly. I couldn't care less if Willinson's father was famous enough to attend the Slug Club Christmas party or not.
"Yes, he works for the Ministry," Willinson went on.
"Good for him," I muttered.
"What are you getting for Christmas?" Willinson asked, "My father is getting me a larger gold cauldron. The one I have now is far too small."
"My parents prefer to surprise me on Christmas," I said.
Willinson continued talking about what he was getting for Christmas, but I paid no attention. I had just spotted Harry Potter. But what surprised me even more was the witch he was talking with. She was the same witch who we had seen at the Auror office. The one with the three little kids.
The kids were there as well. The two boys were throwing pieces of biscuit at each other and the little girl was trying to catch the biscuits.
Harry picked up the little girl and gave him one of his own biscuits. He put his free arm around the witch. She must be his wife. The boys ran off and joined the group of kids surrounding Teddy.
"What did you get on the last Potions exam?" Willinson asked.
"Me, too," he said.
I managed to shake Willinson by telling him I had to use the toilet, but instead disappeared into the crowd. I didn't really know what to do. The only people I actually knew were Teddy, Landon, and Victoire, but I didn't know them well enough to hang out with. They were busy anyway. Victoire was talking with a Ravenclaw from our year and Landon was with Teddy and the little kids.
Nor did I have the nerve to go meet Harry Potter. What was I going to say? 'I just read all about your life and it turns out I saw your wife and kids at the Auror office and your daughter had no idea what my brother's crutches were?' That would be kind of awkward.
Eventually I just decided to leave. There wasn't anything else to do. I had eaten my fill and didn't want to risk running into Willinson again.
Monica was still holding her party in our dormitory, so I read in the common room while watching the younger students goof around. I was looking forward to the end of term, when I could go home and feel free to go wherever I pleased in my house.
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Posted: Thursday 7 May 2009 08 03 49 pm Post subject: Re: Dueling Tournaments: Final Warning in topic:Dueling Tournaments [Suspended]
Mark took a deep breathe of fresh air as he opened his eyes. The sun was out. Curse that sun, but he knew how to avoid it. His father had made him a potion, a special potion that got rid of sunlight's effect on him for several hours. He could go outside then. He took another deep breath. He could smell the blood of all the people around him, watching him, seeing what he would do.
Mark Searge licked his lips, knowing to restrain himself. He had won this tournament twice before, let's not blow it this time forever. Mark stroked his wand, feeling the aura about it take life out of the air around it. It was beautiful, just beautiful. The dark, evil, dreariness that the wand induced. Mark hoped that he would one day be able to induce that feeling upon his victims, but his Grandfather was the only one in the family who could do so.
So, he walked through the crowd, his mere presence pushing the other foolish contestants out of the way. He wanted to get to the dueling stadium, where the real fun would be. As he walked through the massive room, he went to a sign-up sheet in the center, and wrote his name down. Then he walked over to a set of stairs many people were using, and began ascending them. He went up several flights of stairs until he finally came to the top. He was at the very top row of the stadium, looking down on the arena, which was about twice the size of a tennis court.
Walking along the row, he found a seat he liked, closed his eyes, and listened to the sounds around him. For the past year, he had learned to use the same sonar skill a bat had, another advantage of being a Vampire. He was able to tell every single detail of the stadium from the sound. Mark heard the entire stadium, so he saw the entire stadium, even the ministry officials hidden in invisibility cloaks all over the area. Nobody was down in the arena yet, but an announcer was going to come out soon. He was finishing his tie.
So, Mark sat back, and listened to everything, content with the fact that he could tell if somebody was sneaking up on him.
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