ALULA (VOL. 3)
Time to put things into perspective- into order.
When a war has begun there's no waiting for children to group up. Alula Nova Black knows this too well. The last thing needed is a government who are corrupt in thinking everything is o...
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percy's warning
{1995}
The Gryffindor Common Room
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The boys spent the whole of Sunday in the common room with Alula. They buried in their books while the room around them filled up, then emptied. Alula had borrowed some wall from Hermione and had started to knit something which she thought might, as an end result, resemble a hat. It was another clear, fine day and most of their fellow Gryffindors spent the day out in the grounds, enjoying what might well be some of the last sunshine that year while Alula kept Harry and Ron focused on their work.
"You know, we probably should try and get more homework done during the week," Harry muttered to Ron, as they finally laid aside Professor McGonagall's long essay on the Inanimatus Conjurus Spell and turned miserably to Professor Sinistra's equally long and difficult essay about Jupiter's many moons.
'Yeah,' said Ron, rubbing slightly bloodshot eyes and throwing his fifth spoiled bit of parchment into the fire beside them. 'Listen . . . shall we just ask Hermione if we can have a look at what she's done?'
"Or you could do it yourself?" Alula suggested.
Alula glanced over at Hermione; she was sitting with Crookshanks on her lap and chatting merrily to Ginny as a pair of knitting needles flashed in midair in front of her, now knitting a pair of shapeless elf socks.
'No,' he said heavily, 'you know she won't let us.'
"Maybe if you showed her that you made an effort," Alula said.
And so they worked on while the sky outside the windows became steadily darker. Slowly, the crowd in the common room began to thin again. At half-past eleven, Hermione wandered over to them, yawning.
'Nearly done?'
'No,' said Ron shortly.
'Jupiter's biggest moon is Ganymede, not Callisto,' she said, pointing over Ron's shoulder at a line in his Astronomy essay.
Thanks,' snarled Ron, scratching out the offending sentences.
'Sorry, I only - '
'Yeah, well, if you've just come over here to criticise - '
'Ron - '
'I haven't got time to listen to a sermon, all right, Hermione, I'm up to my neck in it here - '
"Please stop arguing." Alula pleaded from beside Harry. "You made me drop a stitch in my knitting."
'No - look!'
Hermione was pointing to the nearest window. Harry, Alula and Ron both looked over. A handsome screech owl was standing on the windowsill, gazing into the room at Ron.
