Chp 10

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Hermione's Pov

"Miss Granger?"


I put my hand back down and looked up from my notes, "The God of Summer, in Nordic mythology, is Freyr and his Runestone is Fehu (ᚠ)."


Professor Babbling cupped her hands together and nodded, "Correct. The meanings and power behind a Rune like Fehu (ᚠ) is a very important part of understanding the deity, like Freyr, who represents it."


She turned and faced the blackboard behind her. With a wave of her wand, a pattern of Runes appeared.



ᛞ ᚱ ᚨ ᛗ ᛁ ᛟ ᚾ ᛖ



"For the rest of the period, I would like you and a partner to attempt to translate this sentence."


A collective groan echoed across the room as everyone started opening their books and finding their friends.


I felt a shift next to me and I looked over at a barely awake Ginny looking up at me. Her hair was frizzy, and she had sleep marks on her face.


Classy lady.


I sighed and jotted down the runes and placed the paper between our desks, "Nice to see that you're awake."


She yawned, "I was just resting my eyes. What are we doing?"


"Runes."


She rubbed the sleep from her eyes and sat up, "What page are we on?"


I rolled my eyes and pointed my wand at her book and turned it to the right page. She looked down at the page and chuckled, "This is such a useless class."


I looked over at her and frowned, "What do you mean?"


She pointed at a picture or Freyr, "This guy is riding a golden pig."


I rolled my eyes and turned back to my own textbook, "Do you feel like helping?"


She sighed, "This is such a waste of time."


"What makes you say that?"


"Why do something like Runes matter?" She said as she flipped mindlessly through the pages, "We are never going to use these and the only person who even understands them is the Professor."


I opened my mouth to respond, but I couldn't think of anything to say. She was right. I had no idea what I was doing either.


I looked over at our Professor and watched as she slowly turned the pages of an old book behind her desk. 

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