Forgotten

Book 1 Ch 7

"Hey Emily."

Ron, Harry, and Hermione slid into the seats around my table. I looked up from my textbook to the three of them. They each had a suspicious smile written on their faces. My eyebrow rose towards the ceiling slightly.

"Yes?" I spoke unsurely.

"We figured that, since you are practically a genius, you could help us with our homework." said Ron.

I didn't believe the three of them for a second. My quill touched the page of my textbook lightly as I placed it down. Hermione is the last person that would need my help, but the least that I could do was hear them out.

"Homework for what class?" I asked.

Harry responded too quickly. "History."

Hermione went in to save him, "We have a really long essay that we have to write before the break is over."

I leaned forward on my hand and looked over each of them. Their smiles grew wider as though that were going to stop my suspicions. Seeing them all so eager for a homework assignment made me slightly unsettled. Still, Hermione was with the boys. They may have been foolish to search for trouble, but Hermione wasn't.

"And what exactly is this essay over?"

"A wizard named Nicolas Flamel." Harry said.

"Have you ever heard of him?" Ron asked eagerly. I had never seen him so excited for homework.

"No," I said slowly. "I don't ever remember being given an assignment over him."

"Really?" Ron sounded disappointed. "I really thought you would know him."

I laughed softly, "I can't possibly know everything."

"Well," Hermione sighed. "We should head back to the library then."

The three slipped out of their chairs and walked towards the portrait hole with risen shoulders. I shook my head towards them with a smile before looking back down to my textbook. I had honestly never heard of the wizard, and I doubted that they would be given an assignment over him. Still, the three seemed determined to find out who he was, so I wasn't going to stop them. At least this way, they were being productive in finding interest in books and not the dangers locked behind forbidden doors.

"What was that all about?" Lee asked when he approached with the twins.

"No idea." I shrugged.

Fred snatched the textbook from under my nose and began to look over it. I'm almost positive that he never opened his own copy of the textbook.

"Honestly Em, what are you studying? We don't have any more homework until the holidays are over."

"Oh we don't?" I leaned on my arm and looked up at him. "So the essay we have due for Snape on the last day before break is nothing then?"

Fred placed my book back down, "I forgot about that. Let me get some parchment."

When the three boys had returned and settled around the table with me, they began to pass the pages of my essay down the line to skim over and rewrite it in their own words. I had grown used to them taking my notes as their own, so I didn't protest against them.

"Who does Snape think he is?" Fred grumbled as he wrote.

"Assigning papers right before the term is over. You'd think he gets off by reading these things." George agreed.

"Please don't talk about how Snape gets off." I sighed.

"Well it clearly isn't by people." Fred ignored me. "Maybe I should introduce the man to a shampoo bottle. Help him out a little in life."