Ups! Gambar ini tidak mengikuti Pedoman Konten kami. Untuk melanjutkan publikasi, hapuslah gambar ini atau unggah gambar lain.
The spaces between your fingers are meant to be filled with mine.
· ━━━━ · ✣ · ━━━━ ·
Hermione had begun her rein of S.P.E.W.
The Society for the Promotion of Elfish Welfare.
Ron nearly died of laughter when Hermione presented badges she had worked hard to make, earning an irritated scowl from her.
"This isn't a joke, Ronald." she exasperatedly lectured, "Who makes your bed every morning? Who provides your meals for you? Who-?"
"I think he got the idea." Harry interfered quickly to avoid a row.
"Hermione..." Addy inspected a badge uncertainly, "You know I'm all for this movement, but maybe reconsider the name? I don't think you want spew necessarily being the face of your revolution."
"It's S.P.E.W, not spew." she huffed, snatching back the badges from the three, "You have to pay two Sickles if you want these."
With Hermione in a bad mood, Harry, Addy, and Ron all knew better than to pester her for the answers of their latest Potions assignment. The four were currently huddled close in the corner of the Gryffindor common room at a table by the window, which was streaked of rain droplets.
Addy sighed as she longingly stared out into the blank darkness. Part of her wished to be out in the dreary weather and let the rain swallow her whole, while another shuddered at the mere thought of stepping out in the cold.
The common room was relatively packed that evening; Fred and George had rounded up several students interested in testing out a few of their joke products, which seemed to grab the attention of the rest of the Gryffindors.
"So... I wrote to Sirius," Harry whispered suddenly, "About my scar hurting back in August."
Sirius Black, the infamous godfather of his, was currently on the run from the Ministry ever since the events of the prior year had gone by. Harry sent letters to him often, always receiving one in return. Addy couldn't help but grin at the thought of the way his face would brighten every time Hedwig showed up with familiar scrawling on a parchment.
Apparently, a few nights before the Quidditch World Cup before Harry had travelled to the Burrow, he experienced a sharp jolt in his scar after a vivid nightmare featuring Peter Pettigrew and Lord Voldemort himself. Hermione had instantly taken the news seriously, pushing for him to go speak with Dumbledore while Ron frantically suggested remedies for the pain.
Ron turned to him shock, "You what? How come you didn't tell us?"
Harry shrugged, brushing aside the matter, "That's not important. Sirius wrote back, telling me that he's on his way to Scotland."
