𝕄𝕚𝕟𝕥 | 𝐎𝐜 [Harry Potter] ² ✔️

The Pixies

The next day, Hermione was still very upset with us for our chosen mode of travel. She hadn't spoken a word other than a curt, "Morning" since we got to breakfast. 

She didn't even mention anything about my new uniform. After last year, I decided that the girl's uniforms weren't my style and had spent the entire summer trying to find a way to avoid wearing it, finally, after much arguing, I fund a compromise with Dumbledore. He told me that I didn't have to wear all of the uniform, to still be in dress code. So I ditched the terrible grey sweater vest and rejected the knee-high socks with the black shoes for ballet slippers.

She had her copy of Voyages with Vampires propped open against a milk jug. I had told her that I objected multiple times, she still seemed upset. I honestly think she was hurt that we didn't invite her to ride with us because this morning she mentioned something about how we always did stuff without her.

Neville Longbottom, on the other hand, couldn't stop talking about how awesome it was. "Anyway, mail's due any minute — I think Gran's sending a few things I forgot."

I nodded and reached for a spoon to scoop up my porridge. Just as I was going to eat a spoonful, the owls came rolling in. A big package bounced off Neville's head, and something large and gray fell into Hermione's jug, spraying milk on her and Ron.

"Errol!" Ron questioned, pulling the bedraggled owl out of the milk. Errol slumped, unconscious, onto the table, his legs in the air and a damp red envelope in his beak.

"Oh, no —" Ron gasped.

"It's all right, he's still alive," I tell him prodding him with a spoon.

"It's not that — it's that." Ron pointed to the envelope, which I realized was a Howler. I bit my lip, hoping that it was just for Ron.

"What's the matter?" Harry asked.

"She's — she's sent me a Howler," said Ron faintly.

"You'd better open it, Ron," said Neville in a soft whisper. "It'll be worse if you don't. My gran sent me one once, and I ignored it and" — he gulped — "it was horrible."

Harry innocently grabbed the letter, "What's a Howler?"

Ron, Neville, and I were too occupied to ignore him as the Howler began smoking.

"Open it," I tell him backing away.

"It'll all be over in a few minutes —" Neville said before scurrying out of the room.

Ron stretched out a shaking hand, slowly eased the envelope from Errol's beak, and undid the ribbon.

Before I could cover my ears, I heard Mrs. Weasley's voice, "— STEALING THE CAR, I WOULDN'T HAVE BEEN SURPRISED IF THEY'D EXPELLED YOU, YOU WAIT TILL I GET HOLD OF YOU, I DON'T SUPPOSE YOU STOPPED TO THINK WHAT YOUR FATHER AND I WENT THROUGH WHEN WE SAW IT WAS GONE — YOU SHOULD HAVE TOLD US — LETTER FROM DUMBLEDORE LAST NIGHT, I THOUGHT YOUR FATHER WOULD DIE OF SHAME, WE DIDN'T BRING YOU UP TO BEHAVE LIKE THIS, YOU AND HARRY COULD BOTH HAVE DIED ABSOLUTELY DISGUSTED. YOUR FATHER'S FACING AN INQUIRY AT WORK, IT'S ENTIRELY YOUR FAULT AND IF YOU PUT ANOTHER TOE OUT OF LINE WE'LL BRING YOU STRAIGHT BACK HOME! THAT GOES FOR YOU TOO ELLA! YOUR MOTHER IS JUST AS FURIOUS AND DISAPPOINTED AS I AM. I HOPE YOU FEEL RESPONSIBLE FOR THE POOR HURRICANE CHARLEY THAT JUST HIT AN AMERICAN MUGGLE AREA! NO LIVES TAKEN. THANK GOODNESS! SHE HAS THREATENED TO PULL YOU OUT OF THE SCHOOL IF YOU MAKE ONE MORE MISSTEP AND RON — YOU WILL BE LEAVING WITH HER!"