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𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐰𝐚𝐥𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐝𝐞𝐚𝐝
𝐇𝐎𝐍𝐎𝐔𝐑 𝟏𝟑
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Saturday morning's sun rose covered by gloomy clouds. The sky appeared a cool grey hue that matched most of the groups mood at lunch however two had a very determined outlook to the weekend.
This weekend was Inaya's turn to spend in the library working on a group Transfiguration assignment meaning all that came from her was, "My weekend is being wasted!" accompanied by burying her head in her hands.
Kiana and Isabella were spending their Saturday on their annual competition, consisting of paints, canvases and an empty classroom. The aim? To paint a picture of their chosen person in a setting chosen by the Weasley twins. Winner get bragging rights, loser had to be their test subject for a month and unfortunately, April was when business starting booming. Isabella had won last so this year Kiana was determined to claim the glory.
This left Harry, Hermione, Ron and Estrella biting their nails with worry. Why? This morning was Buckbeaks trial and with Lucius Malfoy bringing a solid attack, they weren't expecting happy results.
"We better get going," Hermione sighed. "Hagrid should be back by now."
"Yeah you're right." Harry pushed his barely eaten bowl of cereal away from him. Tapping a zoned out Estrella on the shoulder, he beckoned her to follow them. "Good luck today guys." Harry smiled at the three girls. Inaya lifted her head, glowering at him while Kiana and Isabella smiled back mischeviously.
"Yeah good luck!" Estrella smiled absently, "Lets talk about it all later."
Hermione led the quartet outside, her head held high as they made their way to the courtyard. Ron was hot on her heels, seemingly offended by her failure to address whatever he had on his mind.
"Beautiful day," Hermione commented, breathing in theatrically.
"Gorgeous," Ron sneered, "Unless of course you've been ripped to pieces!"
Hermione rolled her eyes at his outburst as Harry and Estrella stared at the two of them in shock. "Ripped to pieces?" Harry caught up to them, "What are you talking about?"
Hermione sighed a big sigh, "Ronald has lost his rat." She ticked her head to the side in irritation.
"I haven't lost anything!" Ron protested, "Your cat killed him!"
"Rubbish!" Hermione bit back storming ahead making Ron gesture rudely behind her.
"Harry! You've seen the way that bloodthirsty beast of hers is always lurking about, and-and now Scabbers is gone!" Ron's octave climbed until he peaked in agony, once again crying out for his beloved rat.
