✨ A / N: I don't want to spend too much detail on the train ride. So, I'll move a bit forward ...
Also, considering I've quite some ideas of how the story goes. Therefore, I'll be changing several plots (will not be sticking to the original narrative too much) I hope y'all don't mind ...
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༊ 𝐒𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐚𝐥 𝐡𝐨𝐮𝐫𝐬 𝐚𝐟𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐚𝐭𝐭𝐚𝐜𝐤 ....
"Thank you so much, Professor. We'll see you in Hogwarts!" I wave my hand politely at Professor Lupin as the four of us exiting the compartment and get off the train.
As soon as our feet touch the ground, we immediately join the lining crowds in the front of the Hogsmeade Station, waiting for the carriages to Hogwarts.
Harry and I are standing side by side while Hermione and Ron stand in front of us. They've been having a sort of argument since we got off.
"Harry, are you feeling better?" I ask Harry worriedly, remembering how bad he passed out. "Yeah, much now. Thanks to the chocolate, I guess," He gives me a slight smirk in response.
"Okay," I rub my neck and awkwardly look away.
Silence...
"I feel like he's a good person you know," I whisper at Harry, out of the blue, causing him to raise his eyebrow. "Professor Lupin," I continue as soon as I realize that he has no idea who am I talking about.
"Hopefully," Harry signed, turning his head facing me, "Hey Midge, who do you think will replace Professor Lockhart in Defense Against the Dark Art?" He asks curiously.
"Dunno, I just hope we finally get a normal teacher considering we never had the one that's sane," I glance at him and shrug casually. Harry chuckles slightly at my response as turning his face back to Hermione and Ron.
The two still bickering like an old married couple.
"This is a bit entertaining," Harry mumble, smirking at them with amusement. I lift my head, tiptoeing at him and whisper, "an interesting family show innit."
Harry shakes his head slightly, snickering at my comment. But suddenly stops as he looks at me suspiciously then leans down a bit.
"Midge, I think you owe me an explanation," he states swiftly.
