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'You're saying it wrong,' Harry heard Hermione snap. 'It's Wing-gar-dium Levi-o-sa, make the "gar" nice and long.' 'You do it, then, if you're so clever,' Ron snarled. Hermione rolled up the sleeves of her gown, flicked her wand and said, Wingardium Leviosa!' Their feather rose off the desk and hovered about four feet above their heads."
"So light a fire!" Harry choked. "Yes - of course - but there's no wood!" Hermione cried, wringing her hands. "HAVE YOU GONE MAD?" Ron bellowed. "ARE YOU A WITCH OR NOT?" (shortly after) "Lucky you pay attention in Herbology, Hermione," said Harry as he joined her by the wall, wiping sweat from his face. "Yeah," said Ron, "and lucky Harry doesn't lose his head in a crisis - "there's no wood", honestly."
'I'm not as good as you,' said Harry, very embarrassed, as she let go of him. 'Me!' said Hermione. 'Books! And cleverness! There are more important things — friendship and bravery and —'
"Well, they did rather detest each other. Not unlike yourself and Mr Malfoy. And then, your father did something Snape could never forgive." "What?" "He saved his life." "What?" "Yes ..." said Dumbledore dreamily. "Funny, the way people's minds work, isn't it?"