The Wand Makers Apprentice

Chapter 27

"No Roz, I aren't playing chess with you!" Lene said from behind a stack of text books. She's always left her work till the last minute, and had to do homework for seven or eight classes Iverson night. She also seemed to be in a grumpy mood again, but Rosie couldn't tell why since she's started doing Occlumency.

"Will you at least talk to me then?" I sighed, slouching into the back of the chair.

"If you'll talk to me about something that's not boring like you usually do." She muttered, not pulling her eyes away from her work.

I rolled my eyes as a tawny owl came to the window. I almost fell off my chair as I dashed over to get to the owl. I thanked the owl, and it flew off, knowing that it wasn't required again. The grounds looked perfect this time of year, yet Lene and I much prefered our own company in the common room.

The boys were playing Quidditch next to the river, a group of hufflepuffs and ravenclaws were gathered in another secluded corner. whilst other odd group were scattered around he grounds.

Snapping out of my daydream, I wandered back over to Lene, opening my letter as I went.

"Do you think we're weird?" I asked Lene.

"Yes." She said, I knew she wasn't listening.

I rolled my eyes, and drew my attention back to my parchment.

Dearest Rosetta,

The grounds are beautiful this time of year. Your lake is twinkling in the distant sun, it's almost as if they're one, but it doesn't seem right when you're not in it; like it's not complete.

School's nearly finished for the Summer, and you're right about what you say about Sagar, he's orite for a Slytherin, but unfortunately I dislike him due to him cockiness. I still won't drop the fact that he wants you in his bed. I would say the same about Lene, but there's the obvious fact that they're related, and however inbred the wizarding world is, I doubt they'll ever have little Lene's and Sagar's.

Come out for a while, or are you allergic to Socail interaction?

Love, Cedric.

I put his letter to one side along with the other's he'd sent me during the afternoon. I glanced up at Lene, checking she wasn't aware of what I was doing, before scribbling down my reply and sending it out of the window.

On my way back to my seat opposite Lene, I heard a loud squawk coming from the window. I glanced to Lene, checking that it wasn't just my imagination, but she too had slowly turned her head from her work, and gave me a look out of the corner of her eye.

"Fawkes?" She said, slowly pacing towards the winDow were the regal Phoenix was purched. He was crying loudly, the noise went right through me as Lene was soothing the bird.

I paced up beside Lene, keeping my distance and ,letting her do all the work. Suddenly, she turned to face me; panic written all over her face.

"Some first years are in trouble." She whispered.

"How do you know." I asked, glancing at the bird who was flying away from Gryffindor tower.

"Fawkes told me."

"Merlin's left saggy ball sack." I snorted.

"Oh shut up, we need to go to the hospital wing. Get your potion box."

Narrowing my eyes, I shut my potion box, (which was laid open next to my chess set.) and ran out of the room after Lene.

We arrived in the hospital wing shortly after. Dumbledore and Madame Pomfrey were in deep conversation. All the Hogwarts teachers seemed to hate me, but Lene was the complete opposite. She ran over to Dumbledore and was emersed in the conversation almost instantly. I on the othe hand, as stood looking like a vomit Bertie bot.

I glanced around the room, noticing Ron laid on a bed, with Hermione perched on the end of the bed, looking concerned. She caught my ey and smiled, but all I could reply was a nod.

Across from Ron was another bed; Harry's. I dashed over to him as soon as I realized it was him. He looked beaten up. I banged open my potions box and pulled out several potions, knocking over my skelegrow onto the floor.

I swore a few times, before bending down and mopping it up with my Dad's Gryffindor hanky.

"I was going to see if you bad any cough potion. I have the most terrible cold and didn't want to trouble Professor Snape with such simple matters." Said a voice.

I pulled myself off all fours, and threw the now frothing hanky into my bag, before finding out who's spoken.

"With all due respects professor, but are you saying that I have nothing to do but make potions?" I asked, sounding ruder than I anticipated. Now i know why Lene was loved by everyone; because she though before she spoke.

"I don't know Miss Gryffindor." Said Professor Dumbledore, who looked strangely amused. "But you still have a long way to go."

I nodded, before handing over the ppotion he requested.

"Harry's fine, just needs some rest." Dumbledore continued.

Lene and I sat in te hospital wing for the rEST of the afternoon, before getting into our robes and making our way down to the end of tere feast.

Of course, you all know that Gryffindor won.

Third year was over, but there was another enormous adventure to come. The dark Lord had returned.