Monday 2nd June
Okay,
so my last few days at Hogwarts have been great. I’ve been having so much fun,
I just don’t want it all to end. I know that I’ll probably come down hard from
it, but I’m going to enjoy the moment while it lasts.
It
was the last of the Quidditch games on Saturday: Gryffindor versus Ravenclaw.
Jed and I decided to sit in the Ravenclaw stands this time with Josie, Fabian,
Malachi and Derrick. It was pretty fun. Defiantly not as intense, as it is
sitting over on the Slytherin side. But that doesn’t mean to say that they
don’t take Quidditch seriously. Lee Jordan didn’t sound like he was enjoying
himself as much though. He’s a Gryffindor and their Seeker, the Potter guy,
isn’t playing – rumour has it that he’s been in the Hospital Wing for a few
days. I’m not sure what the matter was with him, but I hope he’s okay. The
Weasley twins did well lobbing the Bludgers around. It didn’t help Gryffindor
out, but they made the game fun. Goodness see, being in the Ravenclaw stands
really does impact on the game – I just said that the opposing team made the
game fun. It was fun though, the whole game. Ravenclaw ended out winning
three-hundred-and-sixty to ten. This score made the final outcome between our
two teams close. The finishing scores for the Quidditch Cup were:
Hufflepuff:
70 points
Gryffindor:
360 points
Ravenclaw:
660 points
Slytherin:
680 points.
It
may have been a narrow victory, but we still won!
*
The
feast in the Great Hall last night was amazing. When we got there, the entire
Hall was covered in green and silver streamers and banners with snakes on.
There was even green and silver confetti covering all of the tables. I couldn’t
believe it. The entire Hall was decorated for Slytherin. Because of all of the
points that we got for winning all of our Quidditch games and the extra points
that we got for winning the Quidditch Cup, as well as all of the House points
that we had all earnt this year, our House came top of all of the points. It
was mesmerising to stare at all of the fuss that was made just for winning the
House Cup. The joys were only short lived though.
“Another
year gone,” announced Professor Dumbledore, once he had managed to silence
everyone. “And I must trouble you with an old man’s wheezing waffle before we
sink our teeth into our delicious feast. What a year it has been! Hopefully
your heads are all a little fuller than they were… you have the whole summer
ahead to get them nice and empty before next year starts.” I thought this line
was absolutely hilarious. Back home, any other teacher would have been fuming
if you even thought about it in that way. But here was the Headmaster telling
us to empty our heads. This guy is the best!
Dumbledore
revealed how the house points had worked out – despite the points that we earnt
during Quidditch, points tend to alter a lot. You get points added for good
behaviour in class and for doing exceptional on your homework, but you can also
get a great amount of points deducted too for being cheeky in class, or by
being bad, or maybe your teacher just doesn’t like you that much, so they
deduct you points all of the time, like Professor Snape seems to with the
Gryffindors. Apparently, Gryffindor came last with three-hundred-and-twelve
points. Hufflepuff were next with three-hundred-and-fifty-two points. Ravenclaw
came in second place with four-hundred-and-twenty-six points – fifty of those
points were Josie’s from Professor Dumbledore for her part in the fight with
the black figure. Slytherin came in first place with
four-hundred-and-seventy-two points – and a hundred of those were shared
between me and Jed from Dumbledore for our part in helping him to catch the
black figured guy.
Our
table broke into thunderous applause – especially when the Headmaster thanked
Jed and I personally for our efforts (he thanked Josie too). However, little
did we know that while Josie, Jed and I were out in the Forbidden Forest
fighting against some black mass, the Gryffindors were in the school breaking
all kinds of rules, also, trying to protect Hogwarts from closing. Professor
Dumbledore awarded the Weasley with fifty points, Granger with fifty points and
Potter with sixty points. They were obviously the other three First-Years that
Professor Dumbledore had mentioned to us when we were in his office. This
placed Gryffindor in a tie with us. The entire Hall broke into applause and
began gossiping. Apparently, this was the first time that any of them had known
Professor Dumbledore to do this. Then again, peculiar events had been happening
– we were the truth of that. Bringing the Hall to silence, the Headmaster
announced that he wanted to award Neville ten house points.
Okay,
so we didn’t win the House Cup by ten points. And the banners and streamers
were all changed to scarlet and gold, but I couldn’t be more happy. We were all
safe. The school would remain open. And Neville finally got something that he
deserved – a real thank you for helping me overcome my fear. In my eyes, I
still won.
*
The
train ride home felt a little exhausting. The truth is part of me really didn’t
want to go home. I love the school so much and I am unbelievably happy that it
will still be open next year. Well so longs as my parents let me stay at
Hogwarts. I hope so, once they get my report card in the post during the
summer. They’ll find out just how well I (hopefully) did and Professor
Dumbledore said that he is going to write a letter to my parents, and Jed and
Josie’s houses, praising how well we did during that battle with the hooded
character and just how proud of us he is. If that isn’t enough for my parents
to let me stay, then I don’t know what is – just so longs as they don’t panic
and think that the school is too dangerous. Maybe I should keep some of the
spells that I’ve learnt on the downlow. What’s not fair is that I don’t get to
use magic at home. I guess I can always threaten them with magic if they get me
angry though.
Just
like on the train ride to Hogwarts, I sat in a compartment with Jed by my side
and Josie opposite, on the way home. Josie was so quiet. It was almost like we
were reliving the journey here. She just sat staring out of the window with a
book in her hands. Jed and I tried involving her in our, ‘What’s the first
thing that you are going to do when you get home,’ discussion and, ‘What is the
one thing that you will miss most about not being able to use your wand for the
entire summer’. I said that the first thing that I would do is put a film on
the television and sit in front of the box for hours with a huge bowl of
popcorn. The thing that I would miss most about Hogwarts though wouldn’t be the
magic – it would be not being able to hang out with Jed and Josie every day.
Jed said that the first thing that he would do when he got home would be to
practise his swing to try out for Beater on the Slytherin Quidditch team next
year. The one thing that he would miss about not being able to do magic is
being able to light fires wherever and whenever he likes. Jed’s obviously the
reason why Muggle schools don’t allow pupils to play with fire. Josie hummed in
agreement with us, flickering her eyes in our direction occasionally. She
wasn’t reading. I could tell that she wasn’t concentrating on her book at all,
but what was on her mind, I hadn’t a clue.
*
The
train had barely left Hogsmeade half-an-hour, when Blondie strolled by the
window with Pansy on his arm and Crabbe and Goyle behind. He peered inside at
us and nodded, before turning his attention back to Pansy. Squirming his arm
out from Pansy’s grip, Blondie snapped at her, “Leave me alone, would ya?”
Pansy gasped, staggering back. “I don’t like you that way Pansy. Just go.” Wow
– that was cold. He just pushed her off, just like that.
Once
Pansy had run away, Blondie knocked on our compartment door. Jed nodded at him
and Blondie, Crabbe and Goyle came inside. Just like on the way here, Blondie
slid down beside Josie. Turning to him, Josie blushed, dropping her right hand
onto the seat between them. Unlike last time, Crabbe and Goyle sat down too. I
didn’t mind them joining us, the only problem is that these seats are incredibly
small. You can fit two people on them comfortably without feeling that you are
too close to one another. But once Crabbe plonked himself down next to Jed and
Goyle next to Blondie, we were squished tighter than sardines in a tin. Now I
know what the mouse that I squished into a matchbox must have felt like. With
my right arm pressed up against the window, I placed both of my hands on the
table, as Jed squished up beside me. I noticed Josie’s blush brighten as she
turned to Blondie, biting her bottom lip. He smirked back at her, as Goyle
bundled them closer together.
“Say
Jed,” said Blondie, tapping the fingers of is right hand against the table. “My
father’s throwing a party on Thursday. It’s a combination of my birthday and a
welcome home party. It’s just for a few close friends, if you’re interested.”
“Sure,”
Jed shrugged. “Why not? You guys goin’?” he asked Crabbe and Goyle.
“You
bet,” said Crabbe. Goyle nodded.
“You
girls too,” Blondie said as he looked at me. “What do you say, MJ?” My stomach
fluttered. This caught me by surprise. A party for a few close friends and he’s
inviting me? I notice Josie rolled her eyes and gazed out of the window. Okay,
so she was right, he was probably showing off or just being polite because we
were there.
“Thanks,”
I smiled at him. “But I wouldn’t want to upset Pansy, if she thinks she’s the
only girl.” He laughed.
“Pansy
– I haven’t even invited her,” he retorted. I found myself smirking. Josie
flinched and her cheeks turned pink. She shot a quick glance towards him,
before looking back out the window.
Gripping
her book with her left hand, I watched as Josie fanned the pages with her
thumb. Although she wasn’t joining in on the conversation, she seemed in no
mood to read. Whilst the boys discussed Quidditch, Josie’s eyes barely left the
table.
“I
wanna try out for Beater next year,” said Jed. “D’you think I’ve got a chance?”
“Dunno,”
muttered Crabbe. “I think I wanna try too.”
“Yeah,”
Blondie agreed looking at Crabbe. “You’d make a good Beater, you’re stocky and
good with your hands. Ever considered Chaser, Jed? You’re pretty quick on a
broom.”
“You
think?” Jed asked. Cupping a hand to his chin, Jed seemed to begin to
contemplate this new position.
“Come
on Malfoy,” I said to him with a smile. “What about you? Do you see yourself as
a Chaser?” Blondie was one of the best fliers in our class and I knew he took
Quidditch just as seriously as Jed. He had to have a position in mind.
“Actually,”
he said. “I was thinking of Seeker. They are the most important players on the
team, after all.”
Yeah,
that’s about right. Blondie always seems to think that he’s better than
everyone else. I wish someone would knock him down a peg or two sometimes to
bring him down to our level – he’d probably be an alright guy then. Maybe all
it takes it the right girl and, okay MJ, no, don’t go there.
The
boys went on to talk about some of the Quidditch matches at school. This was
definitely a comfort zone of mine. I had paid close attention in every single
game. I’d memorised all of the rules and even some of the tricks as to how to
make the best shot and ways to make your opponent mess up. I had taken
‘Quidditch Through the Ages’ by Kennilworthy Whisp out of the library several
times. I think I impressed them with how much I paid attention. Most of the
guys seem to think that Quidditch is a men’s sport, well they do in Slytherin.
The whole team are big, beef, bullies. Ravenclaw, Hufflepuff and Gryffindor all
have girls on their teams though. I guess that makes me a little jealous of the
other houses, I could have played for them had I wanted to. I was never overly
bothered before, but now I’ve overcome my flying fear, I really, really want to play.
“What
about you MJ?” Jed asked as he nudged me. “Do you have a favourite position?”
“Well,”
I said with a smile. “Where I come from there’s this thing called baseball. You
have bats and you have to whack a ball as far as you can. I’ve always loved it.
So, I guess I’d really want to play Beater.”
“Nice,”
nodded Goyle. “I bet you could pitch a good one.” I felt my cheeks heat up a
little and looked down at the table.
“I
think you’d make a great Seeker,” I heard Blondie tell Josie. She turned to him
with a soft smile. How he got her to join in I’ll never know. “Don’t you think,
Jed?” he said, without actually looking over at him. “Seekers are usually the smallest players,” he told her. “But you’ve gotta have lightening
reflexes.” Smirking, Blondie shot his hand over to tap Josie’s, but she swiped
her hand away, smiling at him. “Impressive. What do you think, MJ? Can you
convince her?” I laughed at them. I don’t know what it was, but there always
seemed to be something about the two of them together that made me see them
both in a different light. Blondie was a lot nicer. Not all of the time, but
his arrogance and coldness were often toned down a little. It made the flow of
conversation more relaxing. Josie was different too. She always seemed more
likely to agree to join in with something when he was around. It’s strange how
certain personalities can have different effects on people.
*
Blondie,
Crabbe and Goyle stayed with us for most of the journey. After a while though,
the conversation soon died down. I think that we were all a little too tired.
The feast last night had gone on for hours and we all still had packing to do.
I, for one, hardly slept last night, because I was still too excited. Now that
we were on our way home though, I think the sinking feeling of having to be
away from magic and my friends for the entire summer kicked in. Shoving my head
against my fist I gazed down at the edge of the rail track as it passed by the
window. It was hard to try and get comfortable with the three of us all
squished up. Looking over at Josie, she was pressed up against the window too.
She had been with her eyes closed for so long I was beginning to wonder whether
she was actually asleep.
A
rattling sounded outside. It got closer and closer. There was a rap at the
compartment door. “Anything off the trolley, dears.” It was the little, elderly
lady with the tea-trolley full of sweets. Crabbe and Goyle both dove hands into
their pockets and leapt up. Whilst they discussed what to have, Jed hauled up
his bag from between his legs and pulled out some money. “D’you want anything
MJ?” he asked. I shook my head.
“No,
it’s alright,” I told him. I was hungry, but I didn’t want Jed to feel like he
had to buy me anything. I didn’t exactly have any money left after me and Josie
bought Jed the Slytherin scarf for his birthday. I’d survive. I’m sure that I
could convince my parents to cook me something as soon as I got back – after
all they hadn’t had to feed me since September. I would just have to hang on a
few more hours.
Turning
to Josie, I wanted to ask her if she wanted anything, but I saw Blondie leaning
towards her. I frowned at him. He whispered something to her. I have no idea
what, Crabbe, Goyle and Jed were making too much noise – I bet Blondie knew
that too. Opening her eyes, Josie giggled at him. She caught my glare and her
expression dropped. She closed her eyes again and Blondie leant back to where
he had been before, asking Goyle to fetch him something from the trolley.
Jed,
Crabbe and Goyle scooted back in, as the tea-trolley lady tottered on to the
next compartment. With Crabbe plonked down on the end of the seat, I found
myself squishing back up to the window again. It felt more cramped than before.
Jed lay three pumpkin pasties on the table in front of him. “Got one for ya
anyway,” Jed said with a grin as he nudged me. I beamed at him – he’s the
greatest. He placed a box of ‘Bertie Bott’s Every Flavour Beans’ between us
too. I had a feeling that we would be playing the jellybean flavour game again.
Crabbe had a couple of pumpkin pasties in front of him too, but he also had a
mini chocolate cauldron cake – it looked a tiny version of the huge one that we
had at the picnic the other day. Opposite Crabbe, Goyle had a really
cool-looking kind of bread – it was shaped like the Sorting Hat and he had
butter-beer flavoured biscuits. He passed Blondie a pumpkin pasty and a small
bottle. Blondie fished his right hand into his pocket, pulled out some coins
and dropped them on the table in front of Goyle.
While
we chowed down on our food, Josie gave a groan and shifted from leaning against
the window and lolled her head on Blondie’s shoulder. Looking down at her, he
smirked. Jed’s eyebrows shot up as he stared at him. I gave him a puzzled look
too. “What?” he muttered, as his cheeks reddened, seeing our expressions. “I’ve
got a girl on my shoulder – it’s not like I’m gonna say no.” Shaking his head,
Jed smirked at him. I rolled my eyes – typical boys. Josie was completely
oblivious to it all – she slept through it.
We
tried not to make too much noise for the rest of the journey. It was hard though;
the boys were so funny. Goyle does a really good impression of Professor Snape
telling Crabbe off for snoozing in class. Crabbe’s not bad at taking the mickey
out of Potter stuttering to Snape once he’s gotten himself in trouble either.
To add to that Blondie tried impersonating the energetic Flitwick, whilst Jed
(his was best of all), sounded so much like Professor McGonagall that I don’t
know how we didn’t all burst out laughing. It was genius, absolute genius.
Jed
shared out his ‘Bertie Bott’s Every Flavour Beans’, while we played ‘Would You Rather’
for a while – the game where you give someone two choices that are both
completely stupid and you know that they would never do either of them, but you
have to pick one. Like, would you rather live with Professor Snape forever or
go out to dinner with Filch – I picked to live with Snape, Jed picked the
dinner date with Filch, because he said that you would get it over with
quickly, Crabbe and Goyle agreed with him, whilst Blondie sided with me.
After
we got bored of that Jed began asking a series of: If you could only do [insert
one thing] for the rest of your life, would you? type questions. The first he
asked was if we were stranded on a deserted island and could only have
Professor Sprout for company would we go. They boys all said no, I said yes,
because if you injured yourself, she would know exactly what herb you needed in
order to heal yourself again, which seemed logical. Goyle seemed to see the
logic in my idea, so he changed his mind and sided with me.
“Okay,
okay,” Jed laughed throwing his hands up. “If you could only eat one food for
the rest of your life, what would it be?”
“Ooow,”
drooled Crabbe. “A bacon sandwich. I love bacon sandwiches.”
“I
could eat a roast dinner every day,” Goyle boasted. “Steak, mashed potatoes,
Yorkshire puds… an’ all that gravy. Yeah, that’d be nice. How ‘bout you, Jed?”
“Me?”
Jed shrugged. “I dunno… not toast,” he added smiling at me. I laughed at him.
“Erm… I think I’m gonna ‘ave t’ agree with you there, Goyle. A nice roast
dinner sounds aarh – it’s making me hungry.” As we all laughed, Josie murmured
fluttering open her eyes. She gazed up at Blondie, until he caught her staring.
Her cheeks turned a vibrant pink, as she learnt away from him and towards the
window. “Come on, MJ,” said Jed. “What about you?”
“Apple
pie,” I told them with a grin. “They’re delicious.”
“Alright,
Malfoy – you’re turn,” Goyle told him. “If you could only eat one thing for the
rest of your life, what would it be?”
“I
feel stupid now,” Blondie muttered, as his cheeks turned a slight pink. “You all
chose big meals and stuff.”
“Why?
What would you pick?” I asked him.
“Ice-cream,”
he said running his right hand across the back of his neck.
“What
flavour?” asked Josie.
“I
dunno,” he muttered with a shrug. “Chocolate. No strawberry. No chocolate.
Yeah, chocolate… I think…” Curling a hand to her mouth, Josie giggled at him.
“You’re
as bad as me,” she told him. Well I guess that answers the question for Josie
then too.
*
As the fields rolled
into factories and houses, Blondie, Crabbe and Goyle got up to leave. “Suppose
we’d better go find Blaise and the others,” Blondie said as he stood up. He and
Jed shook hands. Malfoy clapped his other hand on top of Jed’s as he shook it –
I know he’s too proud to admit it, but I think Blondie’s really going to miss
Jed. He’s one of the only people who will actually stand up to him and shove
him in his place, but after all of that, they’re still friends. If that isn’t
the meaning of a true friendship, then I don’t know what is. “We’d better go
find Blaise and the guys,” Blondie muttered, as he and the boys went to leave.
We all said our goodbyes and waved as they left our compartment and wandered
down the train.
“Jeez,”
Jed said with a shudder. “Malfoy’s hands were like two polar opposites.”
“What
d’you mean?” I frowned.
“He
shook my hand an’ he was freezing, but his other hand was boiling,” Jed
exclaimed. I laughed.
“Maybe
he’s Jekyll and Hyde,” I suggested. Jed didn’t get me, but I’m sure Josie did.
She smiled at me anyway.
“Maybe
Draco was just sitting on his hand,” Josie suggested, as she put both of her
arms up on the table and pulled her sleeves around her wrists. “It was a tight
squish,” she added as the pink blush returned to her cheeks.
“Yeah,
Malfoy’s strange,” Jed laughed.
*
As the train neared
ever closer to London, we sat in silence once more. Josie had been fiddling
with the buttons on her jacket for some time. She picked up her book, put it
away in her bag, then took it back out again. “Josie… are you alright?” I
whispered. “You haven’t been yourself all day.”
“Actually,”
she muttered. “I need to tell you guys something.” Swallowing, she looked up at
both of us. Her chest shook, as she took a deep breath. “You both have to
promise not to judge me,” she warned, “and that you’ll still be my friends… no
matter what.”
“Of
course!” I cried.
“Seriously
José,” Jed smiled. “Nothing you say can change our minds.” Closing her eyes
Josie took in another deep breath, before looking at us.
“This
is a huge secret. You have to promise me that you won’t tell anyone. Not a
single sole. Living, dead or painting,” she warned, staring at us.
My
stomach spiralled. A secret? Josie? Okay, so she isn’t as open as everyone
else, but what sort of secret could she be hiding that she wants us to keep it
a secret too? She’d been quiet all day. ‘What if it’s to do with home?’ I
worried. ‘What if her parents don’t approve of magic? What if she’s dying?’
Okay, so the last one was me being way over dramatic, but I had to set myself
up for the worst.
Jed and
I both promised to keep whatever it was a secret. Tapping one hand against the
other, Josie stared at the table. “This is really
hard for me to tell you both…” she confessed. Taking a breath, rubbed a shaky
hand under her eye. “Before I left for Hogwarts… I was… I was given this.”
Flipping open the flap of her spotty satchel, Josie rummaged around before
pulling out an old, yellowed envelope. Slipping the back flap open, she pulled
out a piece of paper and unfolded it. Placing it on the table, she slid it
towards us. “Here,” she murmured. Leaning forwards, Jed and I both read the
slanted writing that sat before us. It read:
‘Please look after my daughter. You must
understand that I don’t want to do this, but I have to. She may have only been
in our world a day, but I love her so much that I must leave her where she will
be safe. Her name is Josie. From the second she was mine, I promised that I
would keep her safe and I have never broken a promise. Please don’t try to look
for me. The Dark Lord will have taken me long before you finish reading this.
’
I swallowed hard.
Staring back at her, my heart sank. I had no idea what to say. My head was
spinning with questions. What did this mean? That up until before she left for
Hogwarts no one had ever told her about this? Josie’s never met her mom? What
about her dad? Why did she never mention this before? Why did she not tell me?
Is this why she got so upset with Hagrid? Did he tell her more? Did he know
about it? Why was she so upset this morning? I knew my questions would remain
unanswered. I couldn’t bring myself to ask any. I couldn’t even ask if she was
okay – scared that the answer would be no and I wouldn’t know how to react.
Josie’s
eyes sparkled, as she dragged the piece of paper back. She folded it back up,
placed it inside the envelope and put it back into her bag. “Going back to an
orphanage for the summer doesn’t sound as exciting as what you guys are all
gonna do,” she said with a smirk, staring at a point on the table. “All I’ve
known my whole life was that my mother left me on the front steps of that care
home the day I was born, and I’ve been there ever since… I’ve watched tonnes of
kids come and go over the years, but no one ever came for me. I’ve always kept
watch, hoping that one day she’d return. That she’d come back for me.” She ran
a hand across the back of her neck. “A few days before I left for Hogwarts Nina
(one of the carers whose known me since the day I arrived) gave it to me,” she
said, as she flickered her eyes up at me, then Jed, before returning them back
to the table. “She said she was always going to give it to me on the day
someone came for me or if I grew old enough to know the truth. She hoped that
Hogwarts would help me find the answers.” Josie looked up at us and shrugged. “I
guess it just left me with more questions.”
“Do you
know your father?” Jed asked. Looking at him, Josie pinched her lips in and
shook her head.
“I
doubt he even knows he has a daughter,” Josie confessed. She went back to
looking at the table. “It seems like she was probably too scared of the Dark
Lord to let anyone know.” She sighed. “Do you want to know what the most
frustrating thing is?” Without moving her head, her eyes looked over at both of
us. “Having people recognise me, but they don’t know why. Professor Flitwick,
Professor McGonagall, even Hagrid recognised part of my parents when they
looked at me… but none of them could tell me who it was they saw. They just
knew that it was itchingly familiar.” Gazing out of the window, Josie leant
back. She swept her hand across the empty space beside her and sighed. “I guess
I’ll never know.”
*
To try and cheer Josie
up, Jed suggested that we play a game. He got three sheets of paper out of his
bag and handed one to each of us. He told us to each get a quill and a
different coloured pot of ink. Josie had purple, Jed had blue and I had green.
“Right,” said Jed. “I have a feeling that you might know this… it’s a Muggle
game. It’s called Consequences.” I frowned at him, but Josie smiled, I could
tell she knew.
Without
showing each other what we were writing, Jed told us to each write a guy’s name
down, then beside the name write the word ‘met’. Then we had to fold the name
over, so that none of us could see it and pass the paper to the person on our
left. I passed mine to Jed, he passed his to Josie and she passed hers to me.
“Now right a girl’s name,” said Jed, “Followed by, ‘they went’.” We folded the
paper over again and passed it around. Then we had to write a place, followed
by ‘he said’. We folded the paper over and passed it around again. After
writing what the guy said, we had to write ‘she said’, fold it over and pass
the paper around. After writing what the girl said, Jed told us: “Now write,
‘The consequence was,’.” We folded the page over again and passed it around.
After writing out a consequence, Jed told us to fold the sheet over again and
pass the paper around once more. Then we opened them out. Oh my gosh, they were
so funny. The one that I ended out with read: Jed met Professor McGonagall;
they went to Hagrid’s hut. He said, “Goodness, that’s an awful lot of pumpkin
pasties!” She said, “You stink like a troll.” The consequence was: Professor
Dumbledore refused to give her a Chocolate Frog and ate them all for himself.
Jed
read his out next: “Goyle met Posey Pansy; they went out to dinner at a fancy
restaurant. He said, “Petrificus Totalus!” She said, “That’s not fair, I want a
pony!” The consequence was: she flew away on a broomstick, leaving him stuck in
the mud – ace, that one almost makes sense,” Jed exclaimed.
Then
Josie read out the last one: “Professor Dumbledore met Josie; they went to the
moon. He said, “Do you have anything to confess?” She said, “I bet you can't
eat them all in one go.” The consequence was: he got detention from Filch for running
down the corridor like a madman.” Josie threw a hand to her mouth as she burst
out laughing.
These
were great. Absolutely perfect. I don’t think that I have ever seen Josie laugh
so much. I don’t think that the three of us have ever had so much fun. I guess
it just goes to prove, sometimes something as simple as a Muggle game can put a
smile on anyone’s face. We played it again and it was just as fun. I asked Jed
and Josie if it was okay to keep all of the consequences that we made. They
said it was fine, so I’m keeping them all in the pouch at the back of this
book. That way if ever I feel down, I can look back on them and laugh.
*
Leaving Jed and Josie
as the train pulled into Kings Cross station felt kind of sad. I’m really going
to miss them. I know that I’ll be seeing them again in September, but knowing
that I will be apart from two of the most amazing people in the world is
saddening.
It
feels kind of strange being back. Mom, Dad and Viki met me at the station. It
was lovely to see them after so long. It really was. Professor McGonagall had
already written a letter to all of our parents telling them that we weren’t
allowed to practice magic at home – that sucks, knowing that I can’t even
pretend to curse them if I get angry. Knowing that my wand is in my trunk, but
I can’t use it to even practise some of the stuff that I’ve learnt – or show
off to my sister, is a little annoying too. But at least I won’t have homework
or tests for three whole months. Now that’s a relief. As soon as we get in, I’m
definitely going to turn the television on. That’s the one main thing that I
have missed so much being at Hogwarts.
Oow –
one exciting thing. Right before we left the train, Jed and Josie gave me a
present each. They said that I have to wait until my birthday to open them –
not fair, I hate waiting. That was really sweet of them. Jed asked me if I knew
if my parents were doing anything special for my birthday. I told him that they
weren’t – we don’t usually, but now I know exactly what I want for my birthday.
I want my very own owl, so that I can keep in contact with all of my friends
over the summer. Do I honestly think that I get one? Maybe… if I wish hard enough. If there is one thing that I have
learnt it’s: if you truly believe in something and wish hard enough… then it will come true. I’m living proof of
that, after all… I am a witch.
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Josie -
