𝗺𝗶𝗿𝗿𝗼𝗿𝗯𝗮𝗹𝗹 | 𝗵.𝗷.𝗽

third year .*･｡ﾟ.*･ 3

t h i r d  p e r s o n    (L y r a)

"You don't think that Grim thing's got anything to do with Sirius Black, do you?" Ron asked nervously as he, Lyra, Harry and Hermione made their way down to Hagrid's hut for their first Care of Magical Creatures lesson.

"Oh honestly, Ron. If you ask me, Divination's a very woolly discipline." Said Hermione. Lyra nodded, though still engrossed in her own thoughts.

"Now, Ancient Runes, that's a fascinating subject."

And suddenly Lyra's attention was snapped back from the seventh floor of the Hogwarts castle, in the overly fragrant Divination classroom, and back to the conversation taking place in the grounds.

"Ancient Runes?" Ron said incredulously, voicing Lyra's thoughts aloud perfectly. "Exactly how many classes are you taking this term?"

"A fair few," Hermione looked slightly irritated at Ron, who was screwing up his face in confusion.

Lyra was concentrating, very hard, on what the parts of Hermione's timetable she had glimpsed, focusing on the times of all her lessons. Harry stayed silent.

"Hang on," said Lyra, finally coming to a strange conclusion. "Thats not possible. Ancient Runes is at the same time as Divination, and you were there with us. You'd have to be in two places at once."

"Don't be silly, Lyra. How could anyone be in two places at once?" Hermione said, in a matter of fact way, though Lyra swore she saw her smile to herself in a smug, yet satisfied way.

"Broaden your minds. Use your Inner Eye to see the future!" Hermione mocked their teacher, Professor Trelawney, and Lyra forgot why she was, sort of, doubting her best friend and just linked arms with a giggling Hermione

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The entirety of the Gryffindor third years, and Slytherin third years (rather hesitantly), followed Professor Hagrid to a clearing, where he promised there would be a "real treat."

Hagrid stopped walking when he had reached the centre of the clearing, and addressed the students gathered with him.

Lyra struggled to keep her writhing and snapping and growling book, held haphazardly with peeling Muggle scotch tape, securely kept under her arm.

"Is it mean to say that I hate this book already? Is that judging it by its cover, Hermione? To be fair, it did try to bite my whole hand off." Lyra whispered to Hermione, while having to clamp her hands firmly down onto the book.

Hermione just glared playfully at her, before rolling her brown eyes, shaking her head and pushing back her bushy hair.

"Right, you lot. Less chattering. Form a group over there." Hagrid pointed at a spot and all the children moved to stand there.

"And open your books to page forty nine." He added as an afterthought.

"Exactly how do we do that?" Draco asked rudely from within the depths of the green clad Slytherin crowd.

Lyra would not very much fancy to say it out loud, but her twin brother had a point. How were they meant to open the living book that tried to eat your fingers if you get near it?

Hagrid looked simply flabbergasted that not everyone in his class was aware of how to open their books. "Just stroke the spine of course, goodness me."

Lyra did as Hagrid instructed (slightly unsure that it would actually do anything at all), and, funnily enough, the book let out a submissive groan and finally laid flat in Lyra's palm.