It's OK To Not Be Ok...Right?

62. Help!

Sloane had made telling the right people sound easy. Everyone knew that Professor McGonagall would be livid. Sloane knew her uncle would have a cow as he put it. But it was the right thing to do, so they had to just grit their teeth and bear it. And they did. After breakfast the following morning, when every other student headed out to either Hogsmeade or to take full advantage of the weekend, the small group made their way to the top table.

Professor McGonagall was watching them approach and gave a large sigh as they stopped in front of her. "Why am I not surprised?" She said, rolling her eyes but standing up.

"Professor?" Harry asked. There was no way she knew what they were going to say.

"If someone was down in that corridor, I would have bet every penny in my vault that it would be you lot." She walked around the table and began to walk out of the hall. "Do feel free to join me," she said, not looking back at the group, who looked utterly confused by what was going on. "I do not make a habit of talking about such things in the middle of a hall full of prying eyes and ears."

So the group followed behind the headmistress right the way to her office. Sloane felt she had spent more time in this office in the two months she had been here than she ever did at the head office in Ilvernmory. By a good country mile. But she was beginning to feel....peaceful here. She was fascinated by the portraits and the little trinkets the Headmistress had on display.

"I have contacted a few other guests to this little party," the Headmistress said, gesturing to the fireplace that roared to life. From the green flames stepped Kingsley, Joanna, Narcissa, Blaise's mother and Mr & Mrs Weasley.

"Thank you all for coming," McGonagall said, giving a smile to the adults.

"What is going on, Minerva?" Kingsley asked.

Draco stood up and offered his mother his seat with Blaise and Harry, mirroring his actions. Ron didn't make to move until Luna elbowed him and motioned to Mrs Weasley. He then practically jumped up.

"Here, Joanna, have my seat." Sloane offered. Joanna winked at her niece and sat down as Sloane perched on the arm of the chair, and Draco stood behind her, his hands on her shoulders.

McGonagall leaned against her desk and looked out at the kids. "So, is someone going to fill us in?"

Sloane cleared her throat. An indication to everyone she would go first. "I wanted to say that none of my friends is responsible for what I am going to tell you, ma'am. It was my idea and -"

"Actually, it wasn't," Ron said, looking down at his feet.

"Go on, Mr. Weasley," McGonagall encouraged.

"Well, yesterday morning, my friends found me asleep in the Room of Requirement and discovered that I was without my wand. We put the pieces together and realised that I may have left it down in the foyer where Sloane was attacked."

"And what, pray tell were you doing down there?" Arthur asked, looking very cross.

Hermione had never seen him looking like that before. His nostrils were flared, and his cheeks were rosier than ever before. "Well... I em....was... I mean... I -"

"He was sleepwalking," Sloane said quickly.

"No point in lying about it Ron, it could be very dangerous," Draco added. "And sleepwalking is nothing to be ashamed of. Right, Professor?"

Professor McGonagall clearly was not expecting what she heard. "Sleepwalking, Mr Weasley?"

"He has been doing it for a few nights now. So much so that Luna has taken to checking on him. That is how we discovered that he was missing. So we went off looking for him." Sloane explained.