Halley spent the entirety of the Easter term revising, writing to Colton about Arithmancy, writing to her friends to complain about not being able to practice spells outside of Hogwarts, and worrying about Sephy. She hadn't told the little girl what Colton had said to her at the end of Easter term, and she slightly wished she had, because to put it in a letter would be to put Sephy on her own with her thoughts, and Halley reckoned that at the current moment her little friend needed people around her to help her deal with something like that.
As she pushed her trolley along the platform of Kings Cross Station, reading her Ancient Runes textbook as she went, Halley saw a couple of owls on someone else's trolley a little to her left. She smiled to herself. She did love magic. She turned to her Mum, walking beside her. It had taken her all holiday, but she had decided to ask her Mum what to do about Sephy and Nash.
"Mum?" Halley began.
"Hal?" her Mum replied kindly.
"I need to ask you something" Halley continued. "One of my friends at Hogwarts-Sephy-yes, the crazy funky punky one. There's a boy that likes her-like, really likes her, and I'm pretty sure she likes him too. But she said something to him last term-I don't know what-and now he thinks she's seeing someone else. I know he won't push it anymore with her cos he thinks she's happy with someone else, but I'm worried that she's just gonna not realise what she's said, but I don't want to tell her because of exams. She'll panic or something-I know she will-or cry or feel really guilty."
"Halley-"her mother tried to chip in.
"I don't know what would be worse for her" Halley sniffed, Her mother stopped her walking.
"If you're worried it will affect Sephy's exams, then at least as a parent I would want to wait" Halley's Mum advised. "I'm sure her parents would agree. She'll have lots of boys, as she's a lovely girl, if slightly kooky at times. But she's only got one chance to pass her exams or risk being held back a year, and I'm sure she'd hate that more than losing this boy."
Halley looked unsure, but at that point, they reached Platforms Nine and Ten.
"Good luck, Hal" her father smiled. "Do well. Send one of those owl messenger things telling us how you did."
Halley rolled her eyes. She knew she'd have to pay the owl at her end, if she was going to send any reports to her parents. They simply didn't understand nor wish to understand wizard currency.
She nodded, and waving goodbye to her parents, Halley turned and ran straight at the wall between platforms 9 and 10, before entering out once more into the world of magic.
Within seconds, she was ambushed by a very excited pair of second years.
"Halley Derwent?" one of them, a petite little Ravenclaw girl, asked nervously. It was a second before Halley recognised her.
"You're the Dale girl, aren't you?" she asked, and the little one nodded frantically.
"Lucy. Lucy Dale. Mum-oh Mum, look! I found her-I found Halley!"
Halley squished her face up as suddenly she was rushed upon and hugged quite violently by an over-enthusiastic mother who she'd never met in her life.
"We heard about what happened last term" Mrs. Dale gossiped, slinging an arm around Halley's shoulders as her husband took her trolley and their daughter trotted alongside. Halley tried not to look shellshocked.
"We've all written letters of complaint to Dumbledore" Mrs. Dale continued, rather aggressively. "It's utterly ridiculous, having a Lethifold loose in the grounds-and how it got there! A scandal! Absolute scandal! I don't understand why the school hasn't been shut down-a serious breach of student health and safety-smuggling, for Christ's sake-there's talk of You Know Who being involved, my dear-and if you hadn't stepped in and saved my little Lucy and her friend then I just don't know where they'd be-Hogwarts should be very very grateful for you, you know, Halley dear-"
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