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| O.W.L EXAMS |
"Voldemort's got Sirius."

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THE EUPHORIA RON FELT COULD NOT BE DOWNPLAYED and seeped into the following day, it was all he wanted to talk about, so Harry, Alora and Hermione were finding it rather difficult to find the right time to tell Ron about Grawp; it wasn't like they put much effort to do so anyways, none were keen to settle Ron's cheered moods in such a brutal fashion.

The day was warm yet again, so they'd persuaded him to join them in revising under the beech tree at the edge of the lake, where they had less chance of being overheard than in the common room.

Ron wasn't up for it much — he rather enjoyed being praised by every Gryffindor that strode past him whilst he lounged on his chair, occasionally breaking into song of 'Weasley is our King' — but after a while, he finally agreed that some fresh air could calm the glorified mood.

They spread their books out in the shade of the breech tree and began to look over their notes and paragraphs of information that could come as useful to them. Ron didn't attempt to look over them, as he was too occupied talking to them about the events of the match.

Alora didn't mind much, as she'd missed the match and wanted to hear about it.

"Well, I mean, I'd already let in that one of Davies's, so I wasn't feeling all that confident, but I dunno, when Bradley came towards me out of nowhere, I thought — you can do this! And I had about a second to decide which way to fly, you know, because he looked like he was aiming for the right goalhoop — my right, obviously, his left — but I had a funny feeling that he was feinting, and so I took the chance and flew left — his right, I mean — and — well — you saw what happened," he concluded modestly. "And then, when Taylor came at me about five minutes later — what?" Ron asked once he saw Harry's grin. "Why are you grinning?"

"I'm not," Harry deflected quickly, before looking back down at his Transfiguration notes. The truth being Ron reminded Harry an awful lot of another Gryffindor Quidditch player that once sat under the same tree. "I'm just glad we won, that's all."

"Yeah," Ron savoured slowly, "did you see the look on Chang's face when Ginny got the Snitch right out from her nose?"

"I suppose she cried, did she?" Harry said.

Alora gave Harry a small nudge, "Was she alright?"

"Well, yeah, she was — I think it was more out of temper than anything, though. . ." Ron lowered his eyebrows, "but you saw her chuck her broom away when she got back to the ground, didn't you? Taylor managed to catch it before it broke in half, but, you both saw that anyways."

"Erm—" began Harry.

"About that. . ." Alora thought of possible ways to make this news settle without causing some sort of argument.

"Well, actually. . .no, Ron," Hermione heaved a sigh, she raised her brows contritely. "As a matter of fact, the only bit of the match Harry, Alora and I saw was Davie's first goal."

Ron's enraptured eyes dimmed down as though some of the light had taken its chance to escape, his hair which had been ruffled had wilted in dismay. He shifted in his seat before clearing his throat, "You didn't watch? You didn't see me make any of those saves?"