Jinx Not-So-Malfoy

Chapter 12

Bonjour mon amis! I think I used the wrong word for my.... meh, it's been years since I took French. Our teacher's contract expired.... I miss G.

So I didn't go to the party last night. Too tired after skating. I can still do a flip, loop, spin (Sit and Regular) and salchow. (Google them. Actually, YouTube might be better.) But I totally flopped at my camel. It was this thing and there were like, tons of other skaters so it was like on big who-can-do-what fest. It's quite fun.



Things at Hogwarts got more and more interesting. I started to fly again. In Charms, Professoer Flitwick announced in Charms that we would be making things fly.

"Now, don't forget that nice wrist movement we've been practicing!" squeaked Professor Flitwick, perched on top of his pile of books as usual. "Swish and flick, remember, swish and flick. And saying the magic words properly is very important, too -- never forget Wizard Baruffio, who said 's' instead of 'f' and found himself on the floor with a buffalo on his chest."

We had been out into partners. I was put with Pavarti while Hermione got stuck with Ron, who she had stopped talking to since Harry had gotten his broom. Ron wasn't having too much luck. Poor kid.

"Wingardium Leviosa!" he shouted, waving his long arms like a windmill.

"You're saying it wrong." I heard Hermione snap. "It's Wing-gar-dium Levi-o-sa, make the 'gar' nice and long."

"You do it, then, if you're so clever." Ron snarled. Hermione rolled up the sleeves of her gown, flicked her wand, and said, "Wingardium Leviosa!"

Their feather rose off the desk and hovered about four feet above their heads. I frowned and tried. It rose about two inches. I was pretty proud of that, but Flitwick wasn't watching. He was watching Hermione.

"Oh, well done!" cried Professor Flitwick, clapping. "Everyone see here, Miss Granger's done it!"

 Ron was in a very bad mood by the end of the class.

"It's no wonder no one can stand her." he said to Harry as they pushed their way into the crowded corridor. I lurked behind like a stalker. "She's a nightmare, honestly."

Someone knocked into Harry as they hurried past him. It was Hermione. I caught a glimpse of her face -- and I was startled to see that she was in tears.

"I think she heard you." Harry said uneasily. See, he isn't as heartless as Ron.

"So?" said Ron, but he looked a bit uncomfortable. "She must've noticed she's got no friends."

"No friends, huh?" I huffed at him as I pushed out and stood in front of them. "What am I? A grilled cheese sandwich? I know you don't like me and honestly, after what you just did to Hermione I HATE you, but you don't have to act like I don't exsist! Everyone else already treats me like that. You've gone to far, Ronald Weasley. TOO FAR!"

I stormed away, on the edge of tears myself. I traced Hermione down to the girls' bathroom.

"Hermione.... you okay?" I asked, catiously.

"No. Go away!" She moaned.

"I could go get Moaning Murtle...." I said.

"Who?"

"Oh, she's this ghost that haunts the one bathroom and she's like, always moaning and crying over her life." I told her.

"Oh." Hermione said in a small voice.

"Wanna hear a joke? What did the Hufflepuff say to the Slytherin?"

"I dunno..."

"I'll huff and I'll puff, but I won't blow your house down because I'm too nice. You on the other hand...." I read the joke in my book. It's been my favourite joke for years.