I woke up in the hospital wing what must've been a few hours later. Turned out the pasties were poisoned and Lee and I had hit the recieving end of it.
We'd missed the sorting, which I wasn't to bothered about. I was just tired and wanted to get to bed.
"Didn't you say those cakes were for Harry Potter?" I asked Lee on our way up the staircase to Gryffindor tower.
"Well that's who the hoiuse elf said they were for." He said. He'd not reacted as well to them as I had as he was swaying all over the place and looked pasty. "Are you trying to say that someone's trying to poison Harry?"
"Well looks like it." I said, now deep in though as we arrived at the fat lady.
"Password." She said, clearlyy tired herself as she wasn't speaking in her usual nice tone, but in a grumpy 'i hate you' sort of tone.
"Wattlebird." Lee said, shrugging his shoulders at me with one of his cheeky grins. "What? Dumbledore told me when he was in the hospital wing?"
"Where was I when this happened?" I asked, why had Dumbledore been in the hospital wing?
"There'd been an issue with the womping willow or something half way through the feast. McGonagall was there too."
"Oh." I said blankly. "Well night Lee!"
I made my way up to the girls room. My trunk was sat at the bottom of my bed. Boy, was I glad to be home.
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The Wand Makers Apprentice
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