New Romantics | Hermione Granger Book IV

|32| Chapter Thirty-Two

T H I R T Y  T W O

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It was relief that Saffron looked outside their dormitory the next morning to see that the storm from the night previous had passed over Scotland and had been replaced with a seemingly never-ending grey cumulus cloud hanging over them. But Saffron didn't let the weather get her down and went down to breakfast with Hermione, Lavender and Parvati that morning, where Professor McGonagall was to be found walking up and down the Gryffindor table giving the older students their time tables. The talk of the school was still the Triwizard Tournament but the Gryffindor girls were far too concerned with their own schedules to talk about that.

"Herbology and Care of Magical Creatures this morning, are the school screaming at me to ditch every Monday morning? What a disaster," commented Lavender glumly, frowning down at her timetable. Her face lit up a moment later. "Ooh, double Divination later on though, I was scared it was Potions, that's tomorrow thank Merlin,"

Hermione gave Saffron a sympathetic look when she heard that. Lavender and Parvati both were thrilled at the thought of Divination later but it was one of Saffron's least favourite subjects, alongside A Care of Magical Creatures and Herbology, meaning the day truly was one made by the devil for her. She couldn't have envisioned a scenario any worse for her.

Saffron sighed. "I'll just pretend this is my perfect day and that nothings going to rain on it..." She cast an uncertain eye at the clouds outside. "Except maybe actual rain,"

Just as Saffron had looked outside, she spotted a head of blond sat at the Gryffindor table which she knew belonged to Olly brothers Locklan, who was sat beside a small girl with glasses. Saffron made eye contact with him and waved at him with a warm smile.

"Who are you saying hello to---ohh?" Parvati began to ask but upon following Saffron's line of vision, she saw Locklan down the table. "Seeing as we called Olly mini Olly, after Oliver Wood, does this make him mini-mini Olly, or midget Olly, because I swear I would have thought that was him gone back in time. It's like how it is with Padma and me, they're identical excluding the age gap,"

"I heard him getting sorted last night," said Lavender with a smile. "This is good for you,"

"How's it good for her?" inquired Hermione curiously with a furrowed brow. Saffron noticed that she wasn't staying true to her word last night of not eating food in protest. Perhaps Hermione realised it was a rash decision and that there were better ways to go about fighting for elvish rights than starving herself. 

"We can try and find out if her love said anything about her to him," Lavender told Hermione knowingly. "He's in first-year, he'd do anything to make sure people like him, we could easily get something out of him. I wouldn't call it threatening but more like ---wait!"

Lavender's sudden yelp mid-sentence made Saffron jump out of her seat, Hermione drop her rasher and Parvati spill a spoon of Cheeri-Owls into her pumpkin juice. The girl was pointing her finger at Saffron accusingly with a shocked expression on her face.

"You didn't deny it!"

"What?" said Saffron plainly.

"I said your love, and you didn't bite my head up like you always do," Lavender facial expression was the definition of someone having triumphed in some way. She looked very proud of herself at that moment. When Saffron looked at Parvati then at Hermione, she saw that the two of them were thinking along the lines that Lavender had provided them with. "That basically means you admitted to it!"