Chapter 23: Whew. Lucky we didn't panic
Pushing off the covers from my body as I sit up in bed, I glance over to Hermione as she copies the same actions of my own thankfully the other girls were fast asleep and as I have luckily found out from them missing the morning alarms they are heavy sleepers.
Slipping on my shoes I follow Hermione out of the girls dormitories, down the corridor to the staircase. Leaning my back against the brick wall I sigh tapping my foot against the wooden flooring as we are left waiting for the boys.
A loud crash catches my attention as i look down the corridor to the boy's dormitory door as both boys come rushing across the landing whispering loudly between themselves. I pinch the bridge of my nose a loud sigh leaving my lips annoyed they had one job and still managed to mess it up.
Finally, both of them get to where both me and Hermione are however they are both red in the face and sweating? Why are they sweating?
"Why are you so sweaty?" i whisper at them questioning my own thoughts as the four of us start to head down the stairs as Ron blows some hair out of his face "You don't want to know" shaking my head i watch my footing as we descend down the spiral stair case.
Knowing the both of them they didn't have the bright idea me and Hermione had which was to one go bed early to get some rest and two go to bed in going out clothes ready and not change n to our PJ's which I'm guessing the boys didn't do. No surprise there.
Stopping in my tracks both Harry Ron and Hermione collide into my back not noticing my sudden holt in motion.
"Personal space please"
"That was my foot you trod on"
"Ugh my nose hurts now"
Ignoring the arguing of the three of them i look pass the Toad that was sitting on the armrest of the single-seater chair. "Trevor" Trevor, Neville's Toad that he keeps losing the very same Toad that he now tries to keep a close eye on cause of the disappearances is sitting on the armrest of the single-seater chair. The unusually large toad let's out a loud croak as Ron's eyes widen startled "Shh Trevor, Go on, you shouldn't be here!".
Unfortunately, the unusually large Toad was not what caught my eye but none other than Neville Longbottom the owner of that very Toad was sitting in the shadows of that very single-seater chair. Hidden by the darkness he stands up into the light illuminating from the fireplace revealing himself to the others who clearly didn't notice him before but was more focused on his Toad Trevor.
"Neither should you! You're sneaking out again aren't you?" it is clear that Neville is disappointed in us as he stands there with his arms crossed as the displeasure was hinted in the tone of his voice.
"Now, Neville, listen. we were..." Harry tries to make an excuse only for Neville to intrupt him shaking his head as he moves himself to the position of the exit blocking our only exit. "NO! I won't let you!".
"You'll get Gryffindor in trouble again! I-I'll fight you." I watch Neville in disbelief as he uncrosses his arms and holds his fists out ready to fight, this was definitely a different side of Neville we was seeing as he tries to hold his ground.
His hands were slightly shaking as I look to my side as Hermione takes out her wand from her knitted sweater and points the end towards Neville. "Neville, I'm really, really sorry about this..." with a swish and flick of her want she aims at Neville "Petrificus Totalus!" a small spark flies out of her wand as Neville freezes up and falls backwards onto the rugged floor. Hermione puts her wand back in her pocket just looking down at his frozen form.
Grabbing the blanket and cushion off of the couch I place the blanket over his body and then slip the pillow under his head a small sigh leaving my lips as I look back at Hermione "Did you really have to do that" Pulling the blanket up to his chin I look back at his frozen form his eyes darting around the room. The only part of the body he can move in his temporary paralysis.
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The Potter Twins
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