Into The Light (Golden Trio Era) {2}

Getting Their Timetables

Mikayla and Hermione waited for Ron and Harry in the common room, when they came down Harry looked really mad. "What's up with you?" Mikayla questioned Harry, who rolled his eyes in response, "Seamus." is all Ron said, Mikayla nodded understandingly, "Yeah he was way out of line." "You didn't even come and back me up." Harry spoke angrily staring at Mikayla, making her want to go invisible. "She did once you left." Neville says standing up for Mikayla, who smiles at him thankfully. "She told him to keep his bullshit to himself." Ginny giggles slightly joining the conversation. "Harry when are you going to stop jumping down our throats? Because if you haven't noticed, we're on your side." Hermione questioned, there was a short pause before Harry apologised, everyone nodded accepting his apology. Ginny and Neville excused themselves for breakfast.

"Don't you remember what Dumbledore at the end-of-term feast last year?" The boys looked at her blankly, "About Voldemort." Mikayla attempted to jog their memories but they shook their heads no. "He said and we quote..." Mikayla began looking at Hermione, who nods before they spoke in chorus, "His gift for spreading discord and enmity is very great. We can fight it only by showing equally strong bond of friendship and trust." "How do you guys remember that stuff?" "Sponges for brains?" Mikayla shrugs, causing her and Hermione to laugh but the boys weren't impressed with her horrible attempt of a joke. "The point is that this sort of thing is exactly what Dumbledore was talking about. You-Know-Who's only been back two months, and we've started fighting among ourselves. And the Sorting Hat's warning was the same thing. Stand together, be united-" Ron cut off Hermione, "And Harry said it last night," he retorted, "if that means we're supposed to get matey with the Slytherins, fat chance." "Well, I think it's a pity we're not trying for a bit of inter-house unity." Mikayla spat looking over at her sister, who was talking to Smirnov.

The foursome reached the foot of the marble staircase of the Entrance Hall. A line of fourth year Ravenclaws were crossing the hall to get to the Great Hall, they spotted Mikayla and Harry and quickly formed a tighter group as thought they thought that they would just attack them for no reason. Mikayla smiled kindly at fourth years trying to make herself look less intimidating, "Yeah, we really ought to be trying to make friends with people like that," Harry spoke sarcastically. They followed the Ravenclaws into the Great Hall, instinctively looking at the teacher's table, hoping to see Hagrid. Professor Grubbly-Plank was chatting to the Astronomy teacher, Professor Sinistra and Hagrid was no where in sight. Mikayla sighs sadly at the absence of her big hairy friend. "Dumbledore didn't even mention how long that Grubby-Plank woman's staying," Harry muttered as they made their way to the Gryffindor table. "Maybe..." Mikayla started thoughtfully but stopped, "What?" Harry, Ron and Hermione questioned looking at the girl closely, "Maybe he didn't want to draw any attention to it because of the ministry woman." She whispers.

Alicia Spinnet approached the group once they were seated. "Hey Alicia!" Mikayla and Harry chimed, "Hi. good summer?" She asks without waiting for a response, she continued "Listen, I've been made Gryffindor Quidditch Captain." "Congrats." Mikayla smiled at the same time Harry said, "Nice one" She smiles politely, "Yeah, well, we need a new Keeper now Oliver's left. Tryouts are on Friday at five o'clock and I want the whole team there, all right? Then we can see how the new person will fit in." Mikayla nodded as they told her they'd be there. "I'd forgotten that Wood had left," Hermione spoke vaguely, sitting down beside Ron and pulling a plate of toast towards her. "I suppose that'll make quite the difference to the team?" Harry agrees with Hermione saying that Wood was a great keeper. "Still, it won't hurt to have some new blood, will it?" Ron said causally, "Yeah. Are you going to try out Ron?" Mikayla questions, "Ah, I don't know if I'd be a good fit." Mikayla scoffs at Ron's statement. "You'd be a great keeper. You should tryout." "Alright I will." Ron had a cheesy lop-sided grin on his face.

There was a whoosh and a clatter, hundreds of owls came souring in through the upper windows. They descended all over the Hall, bringing letters and packages to their owners and showering the breakfasters with droplets of water from the rain outside. Mikayla spotted Selene glide in with a package, Mikayla opened it to see Cedric's watch, she took the note off the top of it that was written in Sirius' handwriting.

Darling,
I found this on the bathroom sink, you must've left it there after your shower before you all left. I hope that all is well, I miss you and Harry so much already. Tell Harry I say hello.
I Love You, Dad x

"Dad says hello and that he misses you already." Mikayla whispered in Harry's ear, which brought a smile to his face. Mikayla put the watch on her right wrist, before writing a thank you note for Sirius before instructing Selene to return to Grimmauld place. Mikayla looked up to see Hermione had the prophet in her hand, after Harry had told her that it was a load of rubbish. "It's best to know what the enemy are saying." Hermione defended herself in a dark tone, before disappearing behind it. Mikayla continued to eat her food until she reached her dietary guidelines for the meal.

Professor McGonagall was now moving along the table handing out schedules. "Look at today!" Ron groaned as he read his. "History of Magic, double Potions, Divination, and double Defence Against the Dark Arts... Binns, Snape, Trelawney, and that Umbridge woman all in one day! I wish Fred and George'd hurry up and get those Skiving Snackboxes sorted...""Do mine ears deceive me?" Fred said, arriving with George and squeezing onto the bench beside Harry. "Hogwarts prefects surely don't wish to skive off lessons?" "Look what we've got today," Ron said grumpily, shoving his schedule under Fred's nose. "That's the worst Monday I've ever seen." "Fair point, little bro," Fred nodded as he scanned the column. "You can have a bit of Nosebleed Nougat cheap if you like." "Why's it cheap?" Ron asked suspiciously. "Because you'll keep bleeding till you shrivel up, we haven't got an antidote yet," George informed his brother, helping himself to a kipper. "Cheers," Ron muttered moodily, pocketing his schedule, "but I think I'll take the lessons."  "And speaking of your Skiving Snackboxes," Hermione spoke up, eyeing Fred and George beadily, "you can't advertise for testers on the Gryffindor notice board." "Says who?" George said, looking astonished. "Says me," Hermione replied. "And Ron." "Leave me out of it," Ron said hastily. Hermione glared at him.

Fred and George sniggered. "You'll be singing a different tune soon enough, Hermione," Fred said as he thickly buttered a crumpet. "You're starting your fifth year, you'll be begging us for a Snackbox before long." "And why would starting fifth year mean I want a Skiving Snackbox?" Hermione wondered "Fifth year's O.W.L. year," George said. "So?" Mikayla spoke up, raising an eyebrow at him. "So you've got your exams coming up, haven't you? They'll be keeping your noses so hard to that grindstone they'll be rubbed raw," Fred said with satisfaction. "Half our year had minor breakdowns coming up to O.W.L.s," George reminisced happily. "Tears and tantrums... Patricia Stimpson kept coming over faint..." "Kenneth Towler came out in boils, d'you remember?" Fred laughed. "That's 'cause you put Bulbadox Powder in his pyjamas," George pointed out. "Oh yeah," Fred grinned. "I'd forgotten... Hard to keep track sometimes, isn't it?" "Anyway, it's a nightmare of a year, the fifth," George said, looking back to Ron, Hermione, Harry, and I. "If you care about exam results anyway. Fred and I managed to keep our spirits up somehow." "Yeah... you got, what was it, three O.W.L.s each?" Ron said, a slight smirk on his face. "Yep," Fred said unconcernedly.