Celeste Shalom and the Philosopher's Stone

~Chapter 12~ {Hallowe'en}

Malfoy couldn't believe his eyes when he saw that Harry and Ron were still at Hogwarts next day, looking tired but perfectly cheerful. Indeed, but Celeste was more Angry than cheerful as she sat on the table next to Hermione. Celeste filled Hermione in about the package that seemed to have been moved from Gringotts to Hogwarts, and they spent a lot of time wondering what could possibly need such heavy protection.

'It's either really valuable or really dangerous,' she heard Ron say.

Where they thinking the same thing?

'Or both,' added Harry.

Celeste nodded to herself thinking.

But as all they knew for sure about the mysterious object was that it was about two inches long, they didn't have much chance of guessing what it was without further clues.

Celeste showed a lot of interest in what lay under the dog, but her best friend didn't.

Neither Neville or Hermione showed the slightest interest in what lay underneath the dog and the trapdoor. All Neville cared about was never going near the dog again.

Hermione was now refusing to speak to Harry and Ron. All Celeste really wanted now was a way of getting back at Draco, she had been mad at him ever since the incident, and to her great delight, just such a thing arrived with the post about a week later.

As the owls flooded into the Great Hall as usual, everyone's attention was caught at once by a long thin package carried by six large screech owls. Celeste was just as interested as everyone else to see what was in this large parcel and was amazed when the owls soared down and dropped it right in front of Harry, knocking his bacon to the floor. They had hardly fluttered out of the way when another owl dropped a letter on top of the parcel. Celeste had also received a parcel and surprisingly bigger than Harry's

Celeste ripped open the letter first, which was lucky, because it said:

DO NOT OPEN THE PARCEL AT THE TABLE.

It contains your new tools as the Quidditch aider and your back up broom stick which is a comet, but I don't want everybody knowing you've got a broomstick or they'll all want one. Madam Promfrey will meet you tonight on the Quidditch pitch at seven o'clock for your first training session. After that you will go to Madam Promfrey and she will teach you the basics of being a Quidditch aider.

Professor M. McGonagall

Celeste had difficulty hiding her glee as she handed the note to Hermione to read. But Hermione couldn't reacted since they herd a sulk.

'A Nimbus Two Thousand!' Ron moaned enviously. 'I've never even touched one.'

'Nimbus' Was the word that sparked Celeste curiosity so she leaned in to hear more. But to her disappointment They left the Hall quickly, and as Celeste was Celeste she followed them. But she wasn't the only one.

'That's a broomstick,' She herd Draco say, She ducked behind the wall and saw them. Celeste saw Draco throw the package back to Harry with a mixture of jealousy and spite on his face. 'You'll be for it this time, Potter, first-years aren't allowed them.'

Celeste saw Ron looking like he was about to explode.

'It's not any old broomstick,' he said, 'it's a Nimbus Two Thousand. What did you say you've got at home, Malfoy, a Comet Two Sixty?' Ron grinned at Harry. 'Comets look flashy, but they're not in the same league as the Nimbus.'

'What would you know about it, Weasley, you couldn't afford half the handle,' Malfoy snapped back. 'I suppose you and your brothers have to save up, twig by twig.'