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Lyra woke up at around 6:30 and decided to relax for a while. It had been a while since she just sat and had some time to herself. So she did exactly that. She did her morning routine, brushing, bathing and hair, she chose a simple fishtail braid for it. Then she got dressed; white shirt, black skirt, a red and gold tie and stockings with red converse(using a spell to change the colour of her old converse). She went down to the courtyard and sat under a tree. Taking out her art supplies she started a new painting. Colours splashed the canvas, emerging into a crania of a portrait.
Time passed, soon it was time for breakfast. Packing up her supplies and shrinking them, she put them in her pocket. She made her way to the great hall, encountering with Harry's sour face when she reached her friends,
" What's up with him?" she asked her friends.
"Malfoy," said Ron, sitting down on Lyra's other side and glaring over at the Slytherin table.
Lyra looked up in time to see Malfoy pretending to faint with terror again.
"That little git," George said calmly. "He wasn't so cocky last night when the Dementors were down at our end of the train. Came running into our compartment, didn't he, Fred?"
"Nearly wet himself," said Fred, with a contemptuous glance at Malfoy.
"I wasn't too happy myself," said George.
"They're horrible things, those Dementors..." "Sort of freeze your insides, don't they?" said Fred.
"You didn't pass out, though, did you?" said Harry in a low voice. At this Lyra squeezed his hand from under the table.
"Forget it, Harry," said George bracingly. "Dad had to go out to Azkaban one time, remember, Fred? And he said it was the worst place he'd ever been, he came back all weak and shaking...They suck the happiness out of a place, Dementors. Most of the prisoners go mad in there."
"Anyway, we'll see how happy Malfoy looks after our first Quidditch match," said Fred." Gryffindor versus Slytherin, first game of the season, remember?"
The only time Harry and Malfoy had faced each other in a Quidditch match, Malfoy had definitely come off worse. Feeling slightly more cheerful, Harry helped himself to sausages and fried tomatoes.
Hermione was examining her new schedule.
"Ooh, good, we're starting some new subjects today," she said happily.
"Hermione," said Ron, frowning as he looked over her shoulder, "they've messed up your timetable. Look — they've got you down for about ten subjects a day. There isn't enough time."
"I'll manage. I've fixed it all with Professor McGonagall." "But look," said Ron, laughing, "see this morning? Nine o'clock, Divination. And underneath ,nine o'clock, Muggle Studies. And —"
