Impossible Possibilities

Chapter 10

Chapter Ten: You WHAT??!

Fred Fabian Weasley’s Point of View

          “So, George,” I spoke, as I quickly scribbled down answers for potions, “Do you recon Hermione will help up?” George snorted as I looked up to meet my twin’s eyes.

          “Of course not, she probably doesn’t even know what a boggart is-“ Hermione’s eyes snapped up from the book she was studying across the room.

          “Actually, I do know what a boggart is. How dare you insult my intelligence,” Hermione scolded and then looked back down to her book. George shared a look with me that clearly said what-in-the-world?

          “Well, then could you please explain it to us,” Hermione not looking up from her book stated facts.

          “A boggart is a shape-shifting non-being that takes on the form of the viewer's worst fear. When facing a boggart, it is best to have someone else along, to try to confuse it, since facing more than one person at once would make it indecisive as to what form it must take, usually a mixed-up amalgam of the victims' fears. Because of their shape-shifting ability, no one knows what a boggart looks like when it is alone, as it instantly changes into your worst fears when you first see it. The charm you use to defeat one is ‘Ridikkulus’ and then you must laugh (Harry Potter Wiki),” Hermione quoted word for word from the book and the boys were surprised.

          “Thanks,” George quickly replied and went back to scribbling the answers onto his paper. I took more care with the wording and when I was done I walked up to Hermione.

          “Thanks,” I spoke sitting on the arm of the chair. Hermione’s eyes snapped up to meet mine when I sat down. She closed the book and put it in her lap.

          “No problem,” Hermione absent-mindedly spoke and I grinned, she was biting her lip. That was so cute.

          “So what are you reading?” I asked curiously and she just shrugged.

          “A book on the society ‘Divinus Haruspex Association of Clairvoyants’,” I stared at her as if she were crazy, which she probably is. Who would read a book on whatever the long title is?

          “What’s that?” I asked, curious on what she was on about.

          “It’s an organization of seers formed by Susie Sooth,” She spoke and I smiled. She smiled back before getting up, making me get off the chair.

          “Well, I’m going to dinner. Are you coming with?” I nodded, feeling some sort of pull to the first year.

          “Yes,” I spoke, “I’m coming,”