Plane rides are fun at 5 am. I love them. Very much.
Please sense my sarcasm.
The London Airport was almost a safe haven for me. What brought me even more peace was the sight of a smiling Hagrid waiting for me near the baggage claim.
"Hi Hagrid," I said with a smile.
"Hello, Hensley!" He replied in his usual cheerful tone, "How was yer Holiday?"
"It was...interesting, to say the least."
"Oh no, don' tell me yer family had a go at yeh?" He asked.
"No, not my family. My friends did, though."
He grumbled something under his breath as he helped me find my luggage, hands the size of trash can lids grabbing my suitcase with ease.
We loaded up in a taxi that took us to the leaky cauldron. When the driver attempted to explain payment to Hagrid, he was utterly bewildered at the idea of muggle money. I paid quickly with my share of UK money and rushed out of the taxi with Hagrid.
His flying motorbike was parked in the alley. The oversized wizard shrunk my suitcase down to be the size of a magazine. I awkwardly climbed into the sidecar and we took off.
Riding in the open air with no seat belt for hours on end seems fun, but I can guarantee it is not. All I could think was "please don't fall please don't fall please don't fall."
Miraculously, we did not fall. We landed smoothly next to his hut.
"What time is it?" I asked him.
"'bout 11:30 on Sunday nigh'. Yeh best be gettin' ter bed if yeh want teh be up in time."
I nodded, "Goodnight, Hagrid."
"Good nigh', Hensley."
***
The next morning, my alarm went off with a jarring BEEP BEEP BEEP, forcing me out of bed at 5:30, earning a groan from me. I rolled out of bed and showered, lazily drying my hair and pulling my robes on. I opted out of contacts this morning, not feeling the need to impress anyone.
My dorm was a mess after my little "Accident" before I left. I made a mental note to clean it.
Breakfast was boring. I ate dull food with a dull expression and a dull mind. Thanksgiving exhausted me, and I weirdly found myself missing the chilly corridors of Hogwarts. The talking paintings, the ghosts, hell, even Snape's drawling voice was comforting.
The bench weighed down next to me as someone sat down. That someone was Malfoy.
"Hi," He greeted.
I responded with a halfhearted nod. I was exhausted after the fiasco this weekend with my "friends." I just wanted to get through today and go back to sleep.
He nudged me, "What's wrong?"
"Friends are assholes and life is meaningless."
"Fair. Are we having a sulking day today?"
I nodded.
"Cool. Library after classes?"
"Sleep after classes."
"Oh come on, Potter."
"Fine. Maybe."
An ahem came from behind us. I turned around and looked up, being met with Fred's glare.
"This is the Gryffindor table."
"I'm talking to my friend," Malfoy replied.
"Yeah? Talk to her somewhere else," Fred seethed.
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