Hogwarts, my home

This is my entry for the One week @ hogwarts competition. Hope you like it!!! ~Prongs (Sara)


3. Waking up

I woke up in our dorm, with the other girls looking down at me from above.  I was hesitant to scream, and then realized that there was no need to.  Above me, there was Hermione Granger, Pamda Patil, Lavender Brown and a couple of the other girls from the other fifth year room.

"What happened?" I asked trying to sit up.

"Fred brought you here, in the middle of the night. He said that you had passed out and he decided that you were safer in the dorms than where ever you were before." Hermione explained.

"Great…" I muttered quietly enough so the other girls couldn't hear.

"Which classes do we have today?" Padma asked Lavender.

"We have Transfiguration, then Defence Against the Dark Arts--"

"Ugh! With Umbridge?!" Padma asked. I shuttered.

"Yeah… " Lavender replied.

"And then lunch...." I said quietly.

"And I heard that George was suposed to be coming out of the hospital wing by then." Hermoine told us as she put her hands on my shoulders and squeezed. My felt like it was going to spring out of my chest. I was completely overjoyed with the news.

"After that, we have Divination and Herbology." Padma finished the list for today. "I don't know about you, but I'm going to be exhausted after this!"  With that, the four of us headed off to breakfast.


At breakfast, Hermione went to go sit with Harry and Ron. I was left alone with Padma and Lavender, who were always talking amongst themselves. So, I ate breakfast by myself. Halfway through the meal, a large hand came and covered my eyes tightly, but just tight enough so that I could still feel some space between the hand and my eyelids.

"Fred?" I asked, non-chalantly.

"Nope!" the voice said.

"Seamus?" I asked again.

"Wrong!" the voice answered.

"George?!" I asked with a little anticipation.

"Ding, ding, ding! We have a winner!" He answered. George looked nothing like he had last night. He seemed to be beaming with health, thanks to Madame Pomfrey. I squeezed him into a death-grip type hug. He pretended to gasp for breath and I let go, laughing.

"So, what classes are in your agenda for today?" Fred asked me, appearing from behind George.

"Please don't remind me..." I started, becoming dreadful the second he mentioned it.

"Of what?" George and Fred asked together.

"My dreaded Defence Against the Dark Arts class with her..." I told them, pronouncing 'her' as if she was some dirty old hag. In my opinion, she is!

"Oh...." the twins sighed in unison, in which sounded like a regretful tone.

"You're suffering with Umbridge... sorry nothing we can do to help you with that." George replied, slapping me lightly on the back.


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