𝟬𝟯𝟰. the dreaded feeling of danger

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chapter thirty-four

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chapter thirty-four.
( the dreaded feeling of danger )

   "MORNING, ALL," ASCELLA BLACK GREETED AS SHE SLID ONTO the Gryffindor table, smiling at the three of them

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"MORNING, ALL," ASCELLA BLACK GREETED AS SHE SLID ONTO the Gryffindor table, smiling at the three of them. The metamorphmagus witch was feeling much more chipper in the recent days, due to the lack of detentions with her dreaded Defense teacher, and the prospect of upcoming lessons with Elijah — and maybe seeing Thalia and Kai again, too. Harry, as well, had an uncharacteristic positive demeanour to him, and Ascella was curious as to why he was so upbeat.

"What are you looking so pleased about?" said Ron, taking the words right from Ascella's mouth.

"Erm . . . Quidditch later," said Harry happily, and Ascella had known him for so long she knew when he wasn't telling the entire truth. She dropped it, though, and watched as Ron leant towards Harry, his voice low.

"Oh . . . yeah . . ." said Ron. He put down the bit of toast he was eating and took a large swig of pumpkin juice. Then he said, "Listen . . . you don't fancy going out a bit earlier with me, do you? Just to — er — give me some practice before training? So I can, you know, get my eye in a bit . . ."

"Yeah, okay," said Harry, and Ron beamed.

"Look, I don't think you should," said Hermione seriously, "you're both really behind on homework as it —"

But she broke off; the morning post was arriving and, as usual, the Daily Prophet was soaring toward her in the beak of a screech owl, which landed perilously close to the sugar bowl and held out a leg; Hermione pushed a Knut into its leather pouch, took the newspaper, and scanned the front page critically as the owl took off again.

"Anything interesting?" said Ron; Ascella smiled — she knew Ron was keen to get her off the subject of homework.

"No," she sighed, "just some guff about the bass player in the Weird Sisters getting married . . ."

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