I will always find you

OOTP 8

After lessons had finished the next day they headed straight to the Great hall for dinner without dropping off their bits seeing as Harry had his first detention with Umbridge at five o’clock. They had barely reached the entrance of the Great Hall, however, when a loud and angry voice said,

“Oy, Potter!”

“What now?” he muttered wearily, turning to face Angelina Johnson, who looked as though she was in a towering temper.

“I’ll tell you what now,” she said, marching straight up to him and poking him hard in the chest with her finger. “How come you’ve landed yourself in detention for five o’clock on Friday?”

“What?” said Harry. “Why . . . oh yeah, Keeper tryouts!”

“Now he remembers!” snarled Angelina. “Didn’t I tell you I wanted to do a tryout with the whole team, and find someone who fitted in with everyone? Didn’t I tell you I’d booked the Quidditch pitch specially? And now you’ve decided you’re not going to be there!”

“I didn’t decide not to be there!” said Harry, stung by the injustice of these words. “I got detention from that Umbridge woman, just because I told her the truth about You-Know-Who —”

“Well, you can just go straight to her and ask her to let you off on Friday,” said Angelina fiercely, “and I don’t care how you do it, tell her You-Know-Who’s a figment of your imagination if you like, just make sure you’re there!” She stormed away.

“You know what?” Harry said to Ella, Ron and Hermione as they entered the Great Hall. “I think we’d better check with Puddlemere United whether Oliver Wood’s been killed during a training session, because she seems to be channeling his spirit.”

“What d’you reckon are the odds of Umbridge letting you off on Friday?” said Ron skeptically, as they sat down at the Gryffindor table.

“Less than zero,” said Harry glumly, tipping lamb chops onto his plate and starting to eat. “Better try, though, hadn’t I? I’ll offer to do two more detentions or something, I dunno. . . .” He swallowed a
mouthful of potato and added, “I hope she doesn’t keep me too long this evening. You realize we’ve got to write three essays, practice Vanishing Spells for McGonagall, work out a countercharm for Flitwick, finish the bowtruckle drawing, and start that stupid dream diary for Trelawney?” Ron moaned and for some reason glanced up at the ceiling.

“And it looks like it’s going to rain.”

“What’s that got to do with our homework?” asked Hermione, her eyebrows raised.

“Nothing,” said Ron at once, his ears reddening. At five to five Harry bade the others good-bye and set off for Umbridge’s office on the third floor.

"I wonder what she's going to make him do" Ella said to Ron and Hermione as they headed up to the Gryffindor Tower.

"I doubt it will be anything pleasent" Hermione answered as Ella and Ron agreed with her.

"Mimbulus mimbletonia" Ron said as they reached the Fat lady's portrait which swung open before they all climbed through the hole. Fred walked over to them and wrapped his arm around Ella's waist.

"I'm stealing you now" He said before glaring at Hermione and pulling Ella over to where George was sat. "No offence but I don't like your friend right now" He said as he sat down and pulled her into his lap.

"I honestly don't blame you what she said was a low blow" Ella told him.

"So how have classes been" Fred asked as he linked his hand with hers.

"Boring as hell" Ella glanced over at Hermione who was hiding some more knitted hats.

"What is she doing now?" George asked slightly glaring at her.