[CHAPTER 29] Settled

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Kataleen

On the way to the infirmary I asked Hermione, "Hermione, a teeny question. Was the philosopher's stone saved?"

"Yes, it was," she nodded, tucking her books under her arm. "Dumbledore returned first thing this morning. He talked to us and said he discussed the matter with Flamel, in which he agreed to destroy the stone for the better."

"Then, he'd die, right?" I said, furrowing my eyebrows.

"Yeah, but Flamel said he had enough elixir to settle his affairs before he will die. He was pretty much ready to die, too," nodded Ron, just as we saw Arlin talking to Madam Pomfrey.

I smiled, waving a hand in the air. "Oy, Arlin!"

Arlin looked my way. He paled a bit, before saying something to Madam Pomfrey then running away in the opposite direction.

I pouted, just as we all reached Madam Pomfrey. "What was that all about, Madam Pomfrey?"

"Oh, sorry, dearies," she said, "but it's confidential."

As I gave a frustrated groan, slumping my shoulders, she said, "And oh, Mr. Potter and Mr. Bouzouki's still asleep. Let them rest."

"May we visit them, though?" Hermione asked.

She smiled, placing the tray she was carrying on her head. "Yes. Now come, come. Go in."

We nodded, rushing in. We decided to go to Al's first since his bed was nearer the door.

We pulled aside the curtains just as Hermione said, "Oh good, his wound at his head's gone."

"Hope he'll get up soon," I said, looking at his resting body.

Suddenly his eyes opened. I yelped and jumped back a step. "You called?"

Hermione and Ron giggled as I clutched my chest, breathing heavily. "Merlin's beard, Albion! Don't wake up like that!"

"Oh, so I'm not welcomed?" he said with a pouty face, holding his knuckles up to his cheeks.

I chuckled, wrapping my arms around him shortly before pulling free. "Now what happened, you oaf? Letting Malfoy's gang gang up on you and corner you?"

"Hey, I had no idea," he said, raising his hands to his face defensively.

I growled and slapped his hands away. "Don't hide your face!"

"Ouchipies!" he yelped.

Hermione made a pfft sound, and we looked at her and saw she obviously wanted to hold back her laughs. "Ouchipies? In what dictionary did you see that?"

"A word I made up," he said with a smug smile, making me just chuckle as Hermione crossed her arms and rolled her eyes.

"So what's the story?" I asked, resting my hand on the bed posts by his feet.

He nodded. "Well, they tried using spells on me, while Goyle tried resulting to physical violence. I was able to throw a few spells to catch them off guard just as Irwin and Matrix came to the rescue."

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