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FOR THE NEXT two weeks following their first D.A. meeting, Rory felt extremely fortunate and proud, being tripped up by the talisman that felt trapped in her chest. She was able to get through Umbridge's classes, even offering her a small smile every once in a while. It felt good knowing that she, Harry, and the rest of the D.A. went by unnoticed, right under her nose, and they were doing what the Ministry feared the most. And after a few more practices, everything seemed to paying off; Rory watched Neville successfully disarm Hermione, Colin Creevey master the Impediment Jinx in only three meetings, and Parvati Patil produce an amazing Reductor Curse, reducing the table carrying the Sneakoscopes to nothing but ash. By the fourth meeting, Rory and Hermione had devised a clever method of communicating the time and date of the next to all the members by giving everyone in the D.A. a fake galleon.
Hermione held hers to explain to them, "You see the numerals around the edge of the coin? On real galleons that's just a serial number referring to the goblin who cast the coin. On these fake coins, though, the numbers will change to reflect the time and date of the next meeting. The coins will grow hot when the date changes, so if you're carrying them in a pocket you'll be able to feel them. We take one each, and when Harry and Rory set the date of the next meeting they'll changed the numbers on their coins, and because Rory put a Protean Charm on them, they'll all change to mimic theirs."
Nothing but a blank silence greeted Hermione's words. Nervously, she looked around at all the faces that were upturned at her, rather disconcerted. Rory seemed uncertain, "Well — we thought it was a good idea. I mean, even if Umbridge asked us to turn out our pockets, there's nothing suspicious about carrying around a galleon, is there? But . . . well, if you don't want to use them . . ."
"You can do a Protean Charm?" A Ravenclaw wizard, who Rory believed was named Terry, asked her, and she simply nodded, "Yeah."
His face fell pale and he whispered weakly, "But that's . . . that's N.E.W.T. standard, that is."
Rory only shrugged, "Yeah . . . well, I suppose you're right then. . . ." And Terry stared at her, a demanding look on his face, "How come you're not in Ravenclaw? With brains like yours?"
"Because the Sorting Hat knew I would've made fun of my own house if he put me in Ravenclaw," Rory ignored the looks on all the Ravenclaw's faces. "Like, no offense to you guys or anything, but Ravenclaws give off that vibe of being stuck-up-know-it-alls. So, we using these galleons or not?"
Everyone moved to the front of the room, reaching into the basket that was in Hermione's hand to pull out a galleon for themselves. Harry glanced over to Rory, "You know what these remind me of?"
