Observation ↠ h. potter

𝐂𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐅𝐨𝐮𝐫

Adelaide's favorite classes quickly became Defense Against the Dark Arts and Ancient Runes. Both were equally fascinating, and she found herself to be quite good at them, though she did her best to forget the first Defense lesson. She had decided she was not a fan of boggarts in the slightest.

One particular evening, she was sitting in the common room with Ron and Hermione, both of whom were doing homework. Adelaide herself was playing with Noir instead, having finished all of her homework. She could write very fast and very small and generally managed to do most of her homework during History of Magic, which was incredibly boring.

"What's happened?" Harry asked them as he joined them. He had been at Quidditch practice, somewhere he was quite often.

"First Hogsmeade weekend," said Ron, pointing at a notice that had appeared on the battered old bulletin board. "End of October. Halloween."

"Excellent," said Fred, who had followed Harry through the portrait hole. "I need to visitZonko's. I'm nearly out of Stink Pellets." Harry threw himself into a chair beside Ron, his high spirits ebbing away. Hermione seemed to read his mind.

"Harry, I'm sure you'll be able to go next time," she said.

"They're bound to catch Black soon. He's been sighted once already."

"Plus, I'll be here too. We can do nothing together." Adelaide told him brightly. They all turned to her in confusion.

"Why aren't you going?" Hermione asked for them all.

"My parents didn't sign the slip. I don't mind though, I get to do nothing with Harold." She told them cheerily. Harry smiled, looking to feel slightly better, but Hermione was frowning at the thought of neither of them going.

"Plus, if I really wanted to go-and get another howler, mind you-I could just ask my godfather." She added, to make Hermione feel better. It seemed to work as the other girl relaxed, looking slightly more optimistic.

Crookshanks leapt lightly onto Adelaide's lap next to Noir with a large, dead spider was dangling from his mouth.

"Does he have to eat that in front of us?" said Ron, scowling.

"Clever Crookshanks, did you catch that all by yourself?" said Hermione. Crookshanks slowly chewed up the spider, his yellow eyes fixed insolently on Ron.

"Oh, bon travail, joli minou. Faites-lui peur à moitié, s'il vous plaît. Ce rat n'est certainement pas normal. Bonne chance!" Adelaide said, praising the cat in french and encouraging him to go after the rat.

The other three looked at Adelaide in surprise.

"I didn't know you spoke French," Hermione said in surprise. Adelaide grinned.

"I speak a lot of languages. It's a requirement for pureblood families. Remember this one, Harry?" She said, hissing the last part in parseltongue quietly and making Harry look up.

"Yep. Still glad more people than I can do it." He responded, earning a delighted grin from Adelaide that he responded.

"Just keep him over there, that's all," said Ron irritably, turning back to his star chart. "I've gotScabbers asleep in my bag." Crookshanks was still staring unblinkingly at Ron, flicking the end of his bushy tail. Then, without warning, he pounced.

"OY!" Ron roared, seizing his bag as Crookshanks sank four sets of claws deep inside it and began tearing ferociously.

"GET OFF, YOU STUPID ANIMAL!" Ron tried to pull the bag away from Crookshanks, but Crookshanks clung on, spitting and slashing.