Journey's P.O.V
I woke up to Lavender speeding out of the room. She obviously was upset about last night. Hermione, who had just woken too, looked over at me and said, "Don't worry about it, Jo. She's just... being stupid." I huffed and got out of bed.
I quickly showered and changed. I always add my own style to the uniform. As long as I'm wearing the shirt and skirt, they dont really care. I threw my bag over my shoulder and said goodbye to Hermione, who was having a fight between her brush and her hair. I walked out the door and out to the common room. No one was there yet. I sat down and waited for the boys, or someone to come.
Soon enough, Harry and Ron walked down the steps. I smiled and walked up to them. "Morning, boys." I kissed Harry's cheek and nodded to Ron. Neither of them spoke. I narrowed my eyes at Harry. "Oh, what's wrong?" I asked.
Hermione, who had just walked up next to me, said, "What's the matter?" We all started walking towards the door for breakfast. "You look absolutely -- oh for heaven's sake." She was staring up at the common room notice board where a large new sign had been put up.
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"They are the limit." Hermione said grimly, taking down the sign, which Fred and George pinned up over a poster with the date the first Hogsmead weekend. "We'll have to talk to them, Ron."
Ron looked positively alarmed.
"Why?"
"Because we're prefects!" Exclaimed Hermione as they climbed through the portrait hole. "It's up to us to stop this kind of thing!"
Ron said nothing, but looked terrified. I guess it's hard to confront your brothers and say you're going to put them in detention. I can do it any time, though. ;)
"Well, anyways, what's wrong Harry?" I said, as we climbed down a flight of stairs lined with portraits of old witches and wizards, all of whom ignored them, engrossed in their own conversations.
"Yeah. You look really angry about something. What's up?" Hermione added on.
When Harry didn't answer, Ron said, "Seamus reckons Harry's lying about You-Know-Who. Hermione let out a sigh, but I growled quietly.
"Lavender was giving hell about it too." I ground my teeth together. Harry patted my back, silently letting me know to calm down before I did something unreasonable. I couldn't help but notice that he looked pretty peeved off too.
"Been having a nice little chat with her about whether or not the two of us are lying, attention seeking prats, have you?" My brother said loudly. I wrapped my arm around his shoulder to calm him. We both had techniques that we knew would calm each other.
"No." Hermione piped up. "I told her to keep her big mouth shut about you guys, actually. And it would be quite nice if you stopped jumping down out throats, Harry, because in case you haven't noticed."
I felt a little bit of the tension in his shoulders relax. He sighed and said, "Sorry," quietly.
"That's quite all right." Said Hermione. Then she shook her head. "Don't you remember what Dumbledore said at the end of term last year?"
