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viii.pluto the owl
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When Matilda woke up on Sunday morning, it took her a moment to remember why she felt so tired and worried. Then the memory of the previous night rolled over her. She sat up and ripped back the large comforter on her bed, planning to get ready for the day, hoping that the dramatics would come to a stop, but she knew better than to hold onto false hope.
Matilda rolled out of bed and went toward the restroom to prepare for her day. She never wore much makeup, but her older sister Harper had given her some mascara and glosses that she had taken to putting on most mornings.
To get dressed for the day Matilda had returned to her dormitory, making sure to place her toiletries back on her shelves hung above her bed. From her chest full of clothes Matilda picked a dark green, suede miniskirt and since the windy month of November had fallen upon them, she picked a striped, long-sleeved turtleneck and tucked it into her skirt. To protect her legs from the chill she pulled up a pair of knee-high socks before slipping on a chunky Mary Jane heel.
Quickly, Matilda ran a brush through her hair, pinned it back and went down the staircase into the common room. A few Ravenclaws who had already finished breakfast began bombarding her with questions once more, but she shooed them away. The prospect of going down to the Great Hall and facing the rest of the Ravenclaws, all wanting to know what happened in the back room yesterday evening, was not inviting. And so, she could only imagine how poor Harry was feeling in facing the rest of the Gryffindors. Matilda walked resolutely over to the large, wooden door, pushed it open and walked out, suddenly coming face-to-face with Hermione.
She stood, holding toast, which she had been holding in a napkin.
"You brought toast?" Matilda raised her eyebrows slightly.
"It's for Harry," said Hermione. "Didn't think he'd want to walk into the Great Hall this morning."
Matilda's eyebrows furrowed with confusion.
"Hermione, this is the Ravenclaw Tower," Matilda reminded her friend. "Harry is not here."
"I know that," Hermione rolled her eyes. "But I thought you'd want to come with me to talk to him."
Matilda nodded. She had accompanied Harry yesterday to face Dumbledore, the other champions, and the professors, of course Hermione would assume she'd be by his side today. Which she had planned to do, but not so suddenly.
"Sure," Matilda shrugged. "But you've got to give me a piece of that toast."
Hermione grinned and as they turned on their way to the Gryffindor Tower, she handed Matilda a piece of the stack of toast she had brought from the Great Hall for Harry. And similar to what happened with Matilda, as soon as Harry came from the portrait hole he was met with Hermione and Matilda.
