QUIDDITCH PITCH - 2nd SEPTEMBER - 2nd PERIOD
"How long are we going to be out here?" complained Bellatrix for the 8th time as she and Hermione sat on the benches. Hermione ignored her continuing to read her book. It was her free period and no one was out here. Bellatrix glared as her question went ignored.
"How long are we going to be out here?" she asked. Hermione slammed her book shut.
"We just have to wait,"
"She used to always be on time," hissed Bellatrix.
Hermione was about to respond when she saw a figure making its way to her.
"Hello, Mrs Malfoy,"
Surprisingly Bellatrix said nothing about Narcissa being present. She knew from being in Hermione that she and Narcissa had formed a friendship after Voldemort had been defeated.
"Hermione I've told you so many times please call me Narcissa," When Hermione first started talking to Narcissa, she never expected to find such a strange woman underneath. The Narcissa that had been seen by everyone for years was the perfect pureblood wife to Lucius Malfoy. Well now Lucius was on the run, Narcissa's true colours came out. She was often written about in the Daily Prophet as an eccentric lady who loved sports and wanted to travel the world, leaving many wondering if she was hit with a spell to the head during the war. She often told Hermione about wanting to travel the world. Right now she was dressed in light blue and white quidditch gear with two broomsticks in one hand and lugging a big box with her.
"Now why aren't you dressed for practice,"
Hermione quickly uttered a spell which turned her uniform into the Gryffindor gear.
Narcissa looked impressed "Spectacular magic, Hermione. Although I must ask, why is your skin green?"
Hermione rolled her eyes, "Just a silly prank,"
Narcissa made a face, "Bleugh, Gryffindors. Here take this," she threw one of the brooms into the grass next to Hermione "This is a Thunderbolt VI. It's just come out. Keep it,"
"What! Narcissa, no I possibly couldn't-" Narcissa stuck a hand in Hermione's face.
"No objections! Now I'm training you to be a beater. I've been told that you pack quite the punch so I think that position will be perfect for you,"
Hermione blushed, knowing that Draco probably told her about that incident in their third year.
Narcissa crouched down to the box she'd bought out with her and started opening the locks. She looked up at Hermione, "Are you ready to face the Bludgers,"
Hermione gathered her Gryffindor courage and responded, "Bring it on,"
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GRYFFINDOR COMMON ROOM - 2nd SEPTEMBER - NOON
"Hermione? Our Hermione? Was late to class? With Snape? I don't believe it," snorted Ginny in disbelief.
"It's true Ginny," Harry whined. Ginny held back a laugh.
"And her hair was as 'straight as Lucius Malfoy's cane'? "she asked quoting Dean's exact words.
"Yes, we're telling the truth. Her skin was still green though," asserted Dean. Ginny continued to stare at them non-believing.
"And she sat with the Slytherins instead of you guys,"
Seamus nodded.
"Her absence was felt, Ginny,"
Ginny put her head in her hands and burst out laughing.
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