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Ginny blushed at Harry's touch, and gave him a one-armed hug back. She turned to Hermione and said, "I'm happy I'm in the same year as Harry - I'm happy I'm in the same year with you too, Hermione." She smiled. Considering that she'd grown up with five brothers, Hermione was the only girl she'd been able to relate to during her years at Hogwarts, besides Luna. But knowing Luna, it was sort of hard to relate to her on any kind of level.
She turned to Ron and elbowed him in the stomach. "So - how do you feel about being with Hermione this year?" She inwardly smiled. She loved putting him on the spot when his mouth was full. "Ow!" Ron looked up from his fifth piece of steak and kidney pie. He'd heard his friends talking, but hadn't been following. "What?" Ginny suppressed a laugh and repeated, "How do you feel about being with Hermione this year?" Ron looked at Hermione. She seemed in good enough spirits. He grinned and said, "We'll probably be arguing half the time, but I feel great." He took the time to smile at Hermione, something he didn't think he'd ever done before. After all, he'd skipped the chapter on facial expressions in the book he'd given Harry about charming girls. |
Hermione smiled at Ginny when she said she was happy to be in the same year as her as well. That did make her a bit happy After that comment, she was a little more absorbed in eating her food than paying attention to what Ginny was saying to her brother.
Her attention was drawn back in when she heard her name the second time the question was asked. She stared at Ron as he answered the question, her cup of juice frozen halfway to her mouth. She was about to growl at him but she couldn't after he said that he felt great about being with her again. She took the drink from her juice to hide her blush and the idiotic grin she was sure to have on her face. He was so handsome when he smiled like that. At me, she thought. She began to feel giddy about it but managed to suppress it just in time. When she put her cup down, she smiled dazzingly, not on purpose, at him. She really wished she could hold his hand just then but instead she continued to eat the little bit of food that was left on her plate; the little bit of food that she could managed to eat in any case. Ron ate way more than he should. |
((As no one else seemed to have anything else for their character to do, I'm moving it along. :D))
--- Harry watched the interplay between his friends, feeling a happy bubble rising inside him. He really was so happy to be back, he could almost sing. He was out of the Dursleys forever; when school ended he'd get a job and find a place to live in London somewhere. He'd propose to Ginny at Christmas, he'd long decided, and had already looked at several catalogs featuring traditional Wizarding engagement rings. He'd somehow have to find out what kind she'd like without giving it away too quickly. Harry was sad to see that Hermione wasn't enjoying being back and wished she would explain why not. Voldemort was dead; life was simply back to normal, wasn't it? --- When all the food had been eaten, Professor McGonagall rose to her feet again. "Once again, welcome, welcome back. I am thrilled that we were able to open the school again in time for the traditional start-of-term day. Classes will begin tomorrow as usual, and schedules will be delivered by your Head of House at breakfast. I'm sure you all want to head to bed so you can get a fresh and early start tomorrow! First years, please follow your Prefects; they're the ones with the shiny badges." With as wide a grin as Harry had ever seen her give, Professor McGonagall pushed back her chair and walked over to chat with Dawlish, the Auror who was now the new Defense Against the Dark Arts professor. There was a loud scraping noise as the chairs and benches were pushed back, and Harry got up with the rest of the school. He quickly grabbed Ginny's hand so as not to get separated and began pushing through the crowds to get out. He was really looking forward to sleeping in his four-poster bed. Maybe a house-elf would have placed a warming pan between the sheets again. |
((you post a lot :)))
Cho wandered through the hallway looking for the right staircase to Gryffindor. She bumped into Harry and Ginny "Oh, hey, you guys. You excited to be back? I know I missed my friends." She said smiling at the couple. "You guys are so cute together." |
((Lillian, it'd be great if you could try to write longer posts, describing where your character is, what she's thinking, her reactions to everything—and can you at some point have her think, maybe in flashback, of how she came to be at Hogwarts? Oh, and make sure you're caught up on the background and situation. :D Welcome!!))
--- Harry was incredibly startled to see Cho Chang, but gratified that she didn't seem to be upset that he and Ginny were together. "Oh, hey, Cho," he said. "What are you doing here?" He realized how unfriendly that sounded, and amended, "I mean, I thought you graduated last year. And there aren't any empty staff positions, but anyway you're too young to be a teacher..." He trailed off, realizing he was babbling. Problem was, Cho was still very pretty, and he still felt a little guilty about how badly their relationship had ended, even though it had been clear from the start that they weren't meant for each other the way he and Ginny were. When he was with Ginny, it just felt right, like part of himself was back where it belonged. With Cho, things had been fluttery and nervous and awkward—and still were. |
"I'm not really sure why I'm back. McGonagall asked me to come back but she never really explained why. I was actually training to work in the ministry of magic. Have you decided what you want to do yet? If I remember correctly, you wanted to be an auror." She had never really gotten over harry, but for that matter, she had never really gotten over losing cedric either. She'd always wondered what it would have been like if she and harry had worked out. But, alas, no reason to cry over spilled milk. She'd find herself a good man to be with, hopefully in the ministry of magic, maybe even sometime soon she thought. "So Ginny, how are fred and george? I thought their last day at school was the funniest thing I'd seen in a while. It really cheered me up, you'll have to tell them I said that. Did they ever get that shop opened? I haven't been over there in a while." She said looking at Ginny expectantly. She kind of wondered what Harry saw in her, but then, she wondered why he'd never thought about Hermione in that way. Although Hermione was in love with Ron, Cho always thought for some reason that she would have ended up with harry.
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Harry froze at Cho's gaffe. "Weren't you at the Battle of Hogwarts?" he asked. "Fred... He died there." He knew Ginny could have answered, but somehow wanted to do it for her. "George is continuing the joke shop, though. You should go if you get the chance. It's amazing. They... were"—he'd been about to say are, but stopped himself—"amazing."
He cleared his throat and added, overly brightly, "Anyway, I'm finishing school this year. I still want to be an Auror, so I need my N.E.W.T.s. It's going to be great being in the same year as Ginny," he added, smiling down at her. He looked back up at Cho. "Well, whatever McGonagall has got you doing, I hope you enjoy it. I should go, got to sleep before classes start tomorrow." --- ((Sorry -- this is a totally Ron/Hermione, Harry/Ginny RP. :D Were you a Harry/Hermione -- or "Harmony" as they used to call it -- fan?)) |
((Nah, just a random thought in my head. I like ron and hermione anyway im not sure what to put next))
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((We can wait and let another person post; we do have someone playing Ginny, technically. A few people are away right now so things are slow. Don't worry! We don't move horribly quickly here.))
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((Oh! A new character! *waves* Welcome to our... rather slow RP, lol. Things seem to be moving along quite nicely now that the characters are actually in Hogwarts instead of the train, but I guess we're still a bit slow... But anyway, welcome! : ) Ooh, and by the way, anime_scholar, I always have been sort of torn between Harry/Hermione and Ron/Hermione. *sigh* I'll try to post as soon as I can, I have a few other RPs to catch up on. Procrastinating, I guess, if you could call it that...))
---------- Upon seeing Hermione smiling at him, Ron felt his ears turn red and immediately shoveled as much food as he could into his mouth. God, she was so pretty when she smiled like that... and that sort of smile coming from Hermione was a rare sight indeed. Soon after, the whole school got up to head to bed, and Ron stood up with them. He saw Harry take Ginny's hand, and not sure what to do, Ron suddenly thought of Hermione. He slowly took Hermione's hand, not sure of how she'd respond, and led her through the crowds. Ginny squeezed Harry's hand and looked up at him, relieved that she didn't have to say anything about Fred. She missed her annoying older brother, but as annoying as he had so often been, he was her brother, after all. He and George had pretty much always been a package deal, so the thought of losing just one of them simply had never crossed her mind. Ron never talked about Fred. She was pretty sure he didn't think about him, either. How can someone be so clueless? Ginny thought. It's almost as if she doesn't know the Battle of Hogwarts ever happened! She mentally backed up. Alright, maybe she was still a bit jealous of the fact that Harry had had a relationship with Cho before, so she was a bit overly up for internally criticizing her. Ron suddenly saw Harry and Ginny talking to Cho Chang and headed in their direction. What was she doing here? He got to Cho, smirked, and said brightly, "Hey, Cho! Nice to see you here. Still support the Tornados?" |
Every day for the past few months was like this: trapped in one’s own ancestral home. It should have been a comfort, really, but the bleakness and run-down status of the invisible building made everything feel less-than-homely. Put into hiding, they were, the Malfoys, and 12 Grimmauld Place seemed the only available option they had. Though Harry Potter had legally inherited the house from Sirius, Narcissa was still a Black as well as a Malfoy.
The house was her home, in all respects, but it rather felt like a prison. Besides staring out the window, the television, communicating with Severus, and taking care of her family with what little they had left (they couldn’t return to Malfoy Manor for fear of being caught), she took up the menial task of knitting, manually – the Muggle way, for lack of something better to do. Sitting across from Lucius, the long, metal knitting needles were click-clicking. Occasionally he looked up, and she looked up, and all she could do was smile. Lucius brooded the same way. Formerly a powerful, longtime aristocratic man, he was reduced to smaller living conditions (although he couldn’t complain about being in his wife’s house; he knew quite well why they were where they were at this point in life) and his days were spent going through the house’s library with old, dusty books, also watching the television, and reading copies of the daily papers they had been delivered. Both husband and wife’s hair had gone a bit white-streaked, attested to the way their lives had been changed so drastically. Every so often, Lucius would curse at the way they were now nothing and held no power in the magical world. He sat himself a ways from the fireplace, his chin resting on his fist, the elbow situated on the armchair, and he slouched, staring at the flames. “There is no way we can keep on living like this forever,” he muttered. It wasn’t the first time he said it, either. “We’re not safe here, Narcissa. Sooner or later, someone will find out.” He shifted his position on the seat. “Even if they didn’t, it’s still difficult for us to keep on living. What with us…being fugitives and all.” "I know, Lucius," Narcissa simply replied. She sighed, putting down her work and putting the tips of her fingers to her forehead. "What has our life come to?" Her usually cold voice seemed haggard, though she worked very hard to detract any stress lines coming to her face. "Are you hungry? I could set up dinner now." Her husband waved his fingers in a, "do what you will" motion. Narcissa nodded and went into the hall near the stairs. "Draco? Draco, darling," she called up in the house, "are you all right, dear?" |
The Daily Prophet Xenophilius Lovegood, Editor-in-Chief September 2, 1998 Severus Snape Captured! Severus Snape, thought to be dead at the hands of the Dark Lord six months ago, was discovered in the Netherlands by a retired Ministry witch. Enid Highstate, who chose to spend her retirement traveling the world, says she was "utterly flabbergasted" to recognize the young man who served her coffee at a Muggle cafe in Amsterdam. Mrs. Highstate says she did not attempt to re-capture the Death Eater herself, but flew back to London at once to notify the Auror office. Patrick Monahan, Head of the Auror Office, says it took a team of twelve to subdue Snape when they at last caught up with him in his flat. |
As a Malfoy, you learn one thing right away. Power and influence are what get you far in this world, but the trick isn’t getting it – it’s maintaining it. After finding your place on that top shelf you just have to keep it and try not to fall off that shelf, because when you’re on top, it’s a long way down. Though, certain things are inevitable. Sometimes a bull rides into your china shop and you don’t just find yourself falling. You find you, and everything around you in a broken mess.
And a mess is what Draco Malfoy was. He never claimed to be brave, but he never wanted to become a coward. Which, unavoidably he had grow to be. The dark mark on his arm proved just that. There was no loyalty in the bond between Voldemort and himself... only fear, fear and an unspoken hatred. He supposed he should hate his father too, for allowing his family to become a pawn for the Dark Lord... But he couldn’t bring himself to hate him, but he did blame him, and he showed this by stubbornly refusing to speak to his father unless absolutely necessary. This could easily be confused for hatred, it was a thin line...but he didn’t hate his father, because his hate was directed at one person. Harry Potter. If it weren’t for the very existence of Harry Potter, his family wouldn’t be reduced to living in the run down shack his ancestors used to call home. Even the chair he was sitting in would be on its last leg if it weren’t magically reinforced. He had no doubts that the place used to be civil, but now it reflected their situation. Dark, dreary...Seemingly hopeless. And he absolutely hated the curse placed on the door...seeing Albus Dumbledore every time he entered the building did not put it on his 10 favourite places in the world list. His hands squeezed the arms of the chair, his knuckles turning an even paler white in protest. Bloody Harry Potter... If his filthy mudblood mother kept her legs closed than he wouldn’t be here.... The Dark Lord would have than killed Neville Longbottom, because the daft idiot was practically a squib(1), and he wouldn’t be here... Letting go of the arm chair he gave a jump when he heard his mother calling to him. He frowned. There was no use imagining a different outcome... It would have ended the same anyway. Once the Dark Lord was done with his family they’d lose everything. For a moment he thought that perhaps he hated Harry for not finishing him off sooner. But he pulled himself away from such thoughts and stood up, the magical fire dying out as soon as he left the room. Carrying himself down the stairs, he saw his mother and nodded. ”Yes, mother.” His voice warmer than he felt. ”I was just.” brooding? Moping? ”Going through some of the rooms. Some of the doors won’t open though.” He lied convincingly. But he would bet his mother could see through it. Walking past her into the kitchen, he frowned. ”Is Professor Snape back yet?” He asked. He still called the man professor, old habits. But he had gone off to try and find somewhere else to stay. He feared this location would be compromised soon. Draco often considered he left because he was more haunted by the ‘ghost’ than he was. (1)Here I’m just going to assume his father knew about the original prophecy, and that he had told his son. ---- The staff table was quite that morning. The food barley touched as the teachers looked over that mornings post. It came as a shock, and Minevra could feel it in her chest as she read over the article in that mornings Daily Prophet. Her glasses slid off her nose, and her mouth hung open. She stayed like that for a moment before regaining herself. It wasn’t often her composure slipped. She felt the flood of emotion, Severus Snape was not dead. Happiness. Relief. Remembering Severus killed Dumbledore. Anger. Betrayal. Severus was going to get the dementors kiss. Fear... She quickly folded the paper up and looked across the great hall as the students ate breakfast. A general unease creating a weight in her stomach. It was hard enough to grasp the fact that Severus was dead the first time she heard it. But the anger and adrenalin from the battle were fresh in her veins, and she was old enough to know loss. But the fact that Severus was alive... She’d have to see him one last time. Because betrayal or not, Severus Snape had been a colleague, a trusted friend even. Jumping as the table shook, her old, but still quick eyes searched for the disruption, and she found it in Rubeus Hagrid as his giant fist pounded on the table. “THAT NO GOOD DIRTY! HE AUGHTA BE GETTIN THAT KISS RIGHT NOW.” His voice boomed over the great hall and Minerva stood up, ignoring the stares from students. ”My office, Rubeus...” She said, her hand gently touching the half-giants arm reassuringly. She could see the tears forming in his eyes. And a sad smile played across her lips. --- He sat, broken, wandless, and awaiting his death. No doubt the moment the jury heard –though they probably already knew- that he killed Albus Dumbledore [And, he doubted that he would even try to correct them on that fact] they would send the dementors in to kiss him. This was what he had been working hard to avoid. He had been staying with the Malfoys’, but their intoxicating family problems weren’t helping his situation much and he had to get away from them. It started out as just scouting missions, to find a more suitable area... But Snape soon found himself with a whole new muggle life. He got himself a job – learned that he despised the muggle invention of the hairnet – and was quite successful, because every now and again he would slip potions into the recipes which made the muggles fall in love with the food. That was as least one joy he had. But now even that was gone. A cold feeling crept up his leg, and he knew the guards were coming to check on him. After the mass break out, the dementors were now keeping a keen watch on all prisoners. Of course, only now because it was best with them to side with the ministry again. The hooded figure walked by, and as much as he tried to put his Occulumentry into effect, he could still hear Lily Evans voice “What, it just Slipped out?” playing over and over in his head. His trial would be in a week... than perhaps he would be able to enjoy the remainder of his life as a mindless imbecile. With no memory of Lily Evans, and how she destroyed him. ||OhOhCee|| Can you tell I got lazy near the end? xD ||/OhOhCee|| |
She smiled, albeit sadly when Draco came down the stairs and stood in front of her. Narcissa placed a soft hand on her son’s cheek, stroking the side of it with her thumb. “I can check them later,” she replied, in regards to the may-or-may-not-be-stuck doors. As she watched Draco enter the kitchen, she answered his question hesitantly. “Severus? No, darling, Severus isn’t back yet.” Trying to dislodge the barrier that had affected her family, she announced to Draco that she would be starting dinner. “Is there anything in particular you want tonight? I would really appreciate it if you accompanied me to the marketplace as well.”
Knowing full well that the father-and-son connection was strained between Lucius and Draco, Narcissa felt it would be a good thing to separate them for even a little while. It was certain death for Lucius to step out into public. For Narcissa and her son, it was easier to stay low-key. This probably seemed like a good time to purchase a new owl – one that wasn’t knowingly connected to the Malfoys. But did they even have any allies left? Lucius decided to get out of the sitting room and look through the ledgers in his adopted study (the library). Passing his family in the kitchen, he overheard the rather short conversation between his wife and his son. Not even bothering to stand up rigidly straight anymore (there was no longer any reason for him to act like the haughty, privileged man he once was) he stopped and turned. “You should get out sometimes. Get yourself some fresh air, Draco. Narcissa. You both need it,” he encouraged, though his tone was rather flat and staccato-like. “I’ll need today’s copy of the Daily Prophet, by the way,” he finished, continuing on his way down the narrow hall to the study. He had to rattle the doorknob a bit to even make the door itself budge. For an old house, this really was one of the ones that stuck. Mentally noting to find and employ a heavy inanimate object to hold the door open, Lucius didn’t sit down right away. He peered out a window, fogged over and rather dirty. The constant reminder of the Dark Lord telling Lucius he was a failure never went away. His family had been used, and he didn’t realize until the end just what kind of a pawn he was. With no real home to turn to except for this one, memories of how Voldemort had just taken over Malfoy Manor at his own leisure made Lucius feel like there was no escape. Even with the Dark Lord dead and gone, Lucius felt that it was his fault for not better caring for his family. In any case, he was very lucky to not have been sent to Azkaban again. The first time was horrible enough. |
Harry gaped at the Daily Prophet in front of him. Part of him wanted to join Hagrid's angry outburst—Snape hadn't murdered Dumbledore, but he had killed him—while another part wanted to stand up and announce that Snape wasn't really all that bad.
Mostly, he was shocked that Snape was alive. He'd seen the light leave the man's eyes, seen the snake bite him. How had he survived? And he was also shocked to realize that he might be the only person who could save Snape from the Dementor's Kiss. He'd have to go to Kingsley and bring the Pensieve along as evidence. The problem would be getting it from McGonagall... He watched in mild amusement, combined with dismay, as McGonagall escorted Hagrid, who was still wailing, out of the Great Hall. Around him, students who had just gotten their own copies of the paper were beginning to whisper and talk. He turned to Hermione next to him. "Can you believe it?" he asked. |
Hermione's own eyes were wide as she had read the article over Harry's shoulder. Snape, alive? It was impossible, wasn't it? And yet here's an article saying that he was alive and to put on trial for the wrongs that he had committed. She sat back down on her seat after having finished reading it, her face more blank than anything as she was thinking and considering the implications of the writings.
She looked at Harry when he spoke to her, her face showing she was obviously thinking. "Well, yes and no. I mean, we all thought he was dead, didn't we? Last we knew, he was in any case. But I can kind of believe it because it is Snape we're talking about. I wonder if they will let us be at his trial? Most likely not since we have our schooling to worry about." Pansy has gone white, staring at the piece of newspaper in her hand. Snape was alive. Snape had been alive this whole time. He was within contact reach. Her mind raced as she thought of ways she could go visit him, talk to him. He'll know. He has to know, she thought to herself. She slammed the paper down, not on purpose and stood up, leaving her untouched food where it was. She walked briskly out of the great hall and went towards the dungeons, to her dormitory, to her room. Since she was technically an eight year, they allowed her her own separate living quarters, though it is quite small so that the ones that share a room still have the same amount of space as in previous years. This was fine with her. She sat on her small bed and stared out her small window, plans forming, being dismissed or put away for later consideration. She had to talk to Snape before they locked him away from her reach forever. |
Harry looked back at Hermione, taking in her words.
"I don't think we'll be allowed to be at his trial," he said. "It'll probably be full of reporters." Harry lowered his voice and spoke just so Hermione could hear him. "But, I need to send an owl to Kingsley..." He'd mentioned vaguely to his friends what had happened in the shack, but had never told them that Snape had been in love with his mother, all those years. "I, er, well, I have some pretty important information," he said very quietly. As he was speaking, he noticed Pansy Parkinson leaving the hall, looking pale and anxious. Snape had, Harry knew, been generally very fond of his students, and probably they all had returned the feeling. Glancing at the rest of the table, he could see many of the older students whispering and murmuring to each other. Harry wondered—if his evidence saved Snape from the Dementor's Kiss, would he be allowed to return to Hogwarts? While he didn't want to see anyone, even Snape, unjustly punished, he wasn't sure he'd want Snape back as a teacher, either of Potions or Defence. And besides, they had a full staff already. |
Hermione raised an eyebrow but that was the only indication that something was up. "I suppose your right." She said in her normal voice so that she had answered what he had originally said. Then she dropped it lower. "Harry, what type of information? It isn't anything that would be against him other than what evidence they already have, is it?" It's not like she wanted Snape to be let go but she didn't exactly want him to be killed either.
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Ginny, who had been scrutinizing the Daily Prophet just as dumbfoundedly as Harry and Hermione, suddenly heard Harry whisper to Hermione something about important information. She put her left hand over his and asked, "What kind of important information, Harry?"
Ron, who had gotten his hands on his own copy of the Daily Prophet and was muttering to himself, "That old git," overheard Ginny and put down his paper and chimed in, "Yeah, what kind of important information, mate?" ((Noooo! I was going to post more, but dinner... *sigh*)) |
Harry sighed. Just like his friends to overhear something he'd intended to be private. That was the problem—and also the blessing—of having close friends like his four. He supposed they deserved to know what he knew about Snape. Soon enough, after all, the entire Wizarding world might know. That was a bit off-putting.
But still... "I can't explain now," he said quietly, indicating with his head the crowded Great Hall. "I'll explain in the common room tonight, okay? But—I know that Snape didn't exactly murder Dumbledore. Dumbledore knew he was dying long before." He hoped that would satisfy their curiosity. Anyway, classes were starting soon, and McGonagall would be heading down to distribute schedules soon, he hoped. |
Hermione frowned at that new tidbit of information and was about to say something in return but she closed her mouth. He was right. Best to leave the questions until they can talk tonight. Besides, she had her first day of classes to worry about as well. So she merely smiled faintly and nodded her head. "Sounds like a plan to me. Anyway, what classes is everyone going to be taking this year?" She figured change of subject like that one would be a good one.
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Draco had wanted to flinch from his mother’s hand, but he did not for two reasons. One: He didn’t want to hurt her feelings, because he loved her dearly. Two: He had been avoiding all physical contact with people for awhile now, and as much as he wanted to continue doing so, it had a warming effect. Though his eyes couldn’t help but meet the floor, and they stayed that way until he reached the kitchen and he sat down on one of the benches. His head hung between his legs, as he used his arms to support it for a few moments. ”He was supposed to be back by now...” He said, mostly to himself. Running his hands through his shaggy blonde hair. He no longer took the time or effort to slick it back, though it could be easily done by magic – though, he no longer saw a point. Ever since Potter took his wand, his replacement had not been the best.
Sitting up straight, he looked around the kitchen. He was used to meals being prepared for him by house elves. Things like choosing what he would be eating, and preparing for dinner had never been on the top of his daily to do list. Yet another indicator of how much things had changed. He supposed it could be a simple pleasure... So he nodded to his mother. ”We’ll find something.” He assured her. His eyes darkened when his father littered the doorway. With his hands crossed, and his chin resting on them he couldn’t help but glare. His father still sounded as sarcastic and unappreciative as ever. Sucks to his Daily Prophet. Standing up, he pulled out his wand and tapped his head. His hair changed color, and his face changed to look more childish. If they were going out, they had to take precautions... but there was only so much you could do without a poly juice potion. If he happened to see anyone he knew, they would probably be able to recognize him. ”Mother,” He said, nodding as he walked past her into the entrance way. -_-_-_- It had been a good idea to get the giant out of the Great Hall, because as soon as they were in her office, he broke down blubbering. So after offering him a shot of fire whiskey, Minerva assigned him some extra game keeping duties to keep his mind off things. Looking at the time, she let out a tired sigh. She had to hand out the schedules and get ready for class... Honesty, she didn’t know how Dumbledore did it all. Starting with the first years, she made her rounds until she stopped at the golden trio, to which it seems another Weasley was now included. It seemed like yesterday they were young kids, now they were heroes, and as it seemed lovers as well? Passing out their schedules, she smiled down at them. ”Still aspiring to be an Auror I see Potter.” She said, examining his schedule. It seemed almost expected, but at the same time she couldn’t help but wonder after all he had been through why he would choose to still involve himself so greatly in the dark arts. ||OhOhCee||Is there is still chatter going on between the group, you can continue for awhile before replying to McGonagall. ||/OhOhCee|| |
"Yes," Harry replied to McGonagall, taking his schedule. "What else could I do?" he asked rhetorically. He looked at his schedule -- it was mostly the same as his sixth year; the N.E.W.T. classes weren't sorted by houses, so they'd be in with everyone. He was really looking forward to Defense Against the Dark Arts—Dawlish might not be the best Auror, but he had been an Auror, and maybe could help Harry when he applied.
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Hermione smiled at McGonagall and took her schedule. She looked at it, studied and had it memorized after a couple minutes. She then leaned over Harry to take a look at Ron's schedule, glancing at Potters in the process. She smiled as she returned back. They all had most of their classes together, she was happy to see. She wondered if they were going to need her help on homework again this year. She smiled. She wasn't going to. They have to learn to do those things on their own someday...well, maybe she'll help Ron, a little bit.
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((kiona, they should have most of their classes together -- whatever classes they share, like Potions or Transfiguration, will be together, sicne the NEWT students are all lumped in one. *is a total canon nerd*))
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