Breakfast is noisy as usual.
"Stop dragging shrimp eel off my plate," Dean Thomas says to someone.
"Neville, you spilled my pumpkin juice," Seamus Finnigan to complain.
"I'm sorry," Neville apologizes and, waving his wand, quite skillfully fixes everything.
In addition to all other sounds, the hall is filled with the echoes of the wings of owls.
"Mail," smils Sally-Anne Perks, throwing her head back.
There are so many owls that they almost cover the ceiling.
"Wow!" to admire Paige.
Will is spellbound to throw back her head.
Letters fly to the guys, falling right into their hands. One of it is to be with the Muggles.
"Look, Paige, we also got a letter," Will rejoices.
"From whom?" raise her eyebrows her friend.
"From Enie and Sabrina. From who else?"
"Enie and Sabrina? That's you!" to get into the conversation Cameron.
"Cameron! - Muggle friends speak in chorus, - please do not listen to other people's conversations."
"So what do they write?" to be interested Will.
Paige reads:
"Dear Will and Paige!
How are you? We hope you enjoy school. We are also doing well, we are going to visit Italy and Bulgaria. Be sure to send postcards. With your parents, as promised, everything is in order. If you need something, write.
Hello from Sabrina's aunt.
Always yours
Sabrina and Enie."
Paige fold the letter. Her friend lower her head.
Will, do you miss your parents? Guess Paige.
She nods.
"I miss too,- her friend says quietly. - That's how it should be. Otherwise, we would not understand how good it is for us here and how much we love them."
"I understand, - Will smiles, - Sabrina and Enie are great…"
The girls notice that Cameron is listening again.
"...let's write to them after dinner," the blond-haired Muggle girl finishes in a whisper.
"Absolutely, - her friend agrees and, looking at Cameron, adds, - He is so curious."
"But at the same time, he's so cute."
"Yes," the green-eyed girl agrees.
And they pat the boy on the cheeks from both sides.
Amanda walk past them.
"Let's go to the lesson, - she calls. - Professor Trelawney said that it would be interesting.
"Let's go to."
Trelawney don't cheat. The lesson is really unusual. Children understand this when she enters the classroom with a highlight under her face. In her hands she holds a box from which a silvery light rose.
"Today we will look into the future with the help of these stones. We will ask them. These stones have a simple name - "Moonstones".
To ask it you need to arrange the stones in a certain order. When a question is asked, they are lit one at a time, and the answer is formed from this.
"Seems right," Paige says, consulting her textbook.
Standing nearby, Trelawny nods.
Paige tries to ask a question.
As expect, stones don't answer.
Others are doing better. Every now and then the light of the stones flashes.
"That's all I wanted to ask," Hermione says.
"We already knew that you would pass all the exams no less than excellent. Really, Ron?" says Harry.
"No one doubted it," he assures.
"How many rules will we break this month?" turn to the stones George.
Answer flashes.
"Five hundred thirty-six," Hermione voices, glancing displeasedly at the red-haired mischievous.
"What? Is it true? It's too much even for me. My record is only three hundred and fifty six."
"I want to ask if there will be a broomstick…" Ron begins, but Hermione interrupts him.
"Asking some nonsense!"
Meanwhile, the Muggle girls, hiding the parchment under the table, write a long letter to Sabrina and Enie. Still would! There are so many things I want to say. And it is not surprising that this lesson lasted until the end of the lesson. And on all the rest, too, however, they also had time to listen to the professors, eagerly absorbing their every word.
At the end of classes, many go to the living room. Friends too. They wander down the hallway and stumble upon George. He notices them too. Will immediately disappear. At the same time, not forgetting to push her friend in the direction of the Weasleys.
"Hello,- George rejoices, - can you imagine ..." he begins to skillfully tell the latest news.
Paige is so confused that she just silently smiles. However, don't leave.
On the way to the Gryffindor tower, Will meet Amanda, who has water dripping from her hair.
"What's happened?" to be surprised Muggle.
"Met Moaning Myrtle. I was told not to go into that toilet, but I forgot."
"In terms of?" don't understand Will.
"She flooded everything. They say it's not the first time."
"Isn't she being punished for it?"
"No, she's a ghost."
"I don't understand anything."
Amanda tell the following.
For a long time, the girl Myrtle studied at Hogwarts, they say she was a terrible crybaby, upset for any reason. And then she was killed in the toilet and she stayed there.
"Haven't you heard of her?" asks Amanda, completing his story.
"I read a similar story somewhere."
"All right, I'll go dry. She ruined all the parchments with notes for me," Amanda says and moving away.
Having received the password Fat Lady from Will, saying: "That's right!" Let the girl into the Gryffindor common room. There are a lot of people there, but not as noisy as in the dining room. Will sit down by the fireplace and start reviewing the lessons learned during the day. And nearby, the trinity is doing their homework.
"Ron,- Hermione sighs. - How can you confuse a rhetoflower with a petunia? Also, I don't see any mention of a transitional state in your essay."
"Well, how else? - answers Ronald. - Your mind is perfect, mine is not. You are the smartest. And in general the superbest."
The portrait opening opens and many Gryffindors, tortured after a lesson in caring for magical creatures, come in. Many in some kind of snot.
"Hagrid got us to do snotty cubs transport today," Ginny says as she sits next to her friends.
"I see it was a fun lesson," Harry says, following the boy whose hair used to be black, but now it's unclear what: some kind of gray-brown-crimson.
"We're probably going to have to, too, - Hermione concludes. - Hagrid loves his charges. He is our friend..."
"I know, and that's why we should be in the forefront," Ron sighs doomedly.
He doesn't want to change his hair color.
Numerology lesson the next day is difficult. The lesson was not enough for the children to finish the task, so to finish during the break, everyone sits in the garden and finishes it.
Ron sits and agonizes over this difficult subject. Nothing works. The redhead looks hopefully at his smart girlfriend:
"Hermione, I'm embarrassed to ask you, but can you help me?" Last time.
"Ron, you have to do it yourself, - Hermione says, as if adamant, but when she sees her friend's pleading look, she softens. - Well, it's okay, you can't do it there."
"You're the best person in the world," Ron smiles and gets a smile back.
Harry and Ginny pretend to be discussing Quidditch.
The Slytherins enter the garden. After Defense Against the Dark Arts, they practice a newly learned spell. After the Slytherin students, the Muggle girls enter the garden.
"Will, why did you leave me alone in the hallway yesterday?" - again ask a friend, because yesterday she did not receive an answer.
"Paige, what are you talking about? You weren't alone, there were a lot of people... and George."
"I'm telling you about it. Why did you leave me alone with him? I stood there and smiled like a fool."
Will ignore what her friend said.
The Slytherins "hurl" the spell, wielding their wand right and left.
"Great! It's a pity that we don't know how," Will says instead of answering.
The Slytherins were so dispersed that to hook one of the Gryffindors, who was practicing something, with a beam of a magic wand to fire at Susan Bones from a Hufflepuff, and then at Ravenclaw Luna Lovegood.
Susan send back a blow, but the Gryffindor Robert Knott dodge, and the girl hit those who started.
An intense fight begins. Flash spells, wands. Everything pours into a real fight in which there are no rules. Ron and Harry also find themselves drawn in.
"Stop it! Stop it!" Summon Hermione, repelling attacks.
"Harry, Ron, don't get involved, - Ginny demands. - Come back! Ron, you're the head of the faculty!"
Everyone is involved in the collision. Except for Will and Paige, who hide behind a tree.
"Our people are being squeezed! I want to go there," Paige says.
"Rights!" Will scream.
And this is to help the Gryffindor to reflect the spell.
"Turn around! Get down! Left!" the girls shout, fiddling with their chopsticks in their hands.
Hermione is interested in the behavior of girls, it seems strange to her. She was surprised why these two friends did not get into a fight, because it was as if they were almost in the forefront, and then hide. Although with the naked eye you can see that their hands itch.
While Miss Granger talks like that, she does not notice how the spell is flying at her, but Ron grows up next to her and reflects the blow.
"Here's the bastard! Imperceptibly crept up," he lamentes.
Start flying pieces of earth with grass, taken from somewhere, sticks and many guys too, some even bled. The fight is fierce.
Here the director appears, accompanied by Professor McGonagall.
"Enough!" Jonathan Goodden wave his wand and disarm everyone at once.
Many try to block, but nothing comes out.
"Good workmanship, but out of place, so everyone goes to their towers right now. Until tomorrow morning, it is forbidden for everyone to go out, - the director buzzes. - If this happens again, everyone will be punished up to and including expulsion."
The guys disperse quickly. And the professors continue to walk.
"But these are kids, - McGonagall says, - It's hard for them to sit indoors for half a day, and even on such a good day. Let them work out for an hour after lessons for a month."
"You remind me of a dove, Professor McGonagall."
"How do I remind you of it?" She smiles, flattered.
"Ease of character and generosity of soul."
"You exaggerate, Mr. Goodden."
"Not at all, and therefore your place is here, at school, next to the children."
"Now that looks more like the truth."
"I'm here temporarily," the director says.
They take a long walk in the garden. And the guys honestly sit in the living rooms: someone does their homework, someone toils with idleness. There is silence. Madam Pomfrey is coming. She has no fuss to inspect all the students.
"Ron, how could we? - Hermione says. - We're heads of the faculty. What will they tell us at the next meeting?" she gets upset.
"Hermione, we couldn't prevent it, we could only defend ourselves. The director will understand that," Weasley reassures her.
"Right! Don't be upset - cheer her up Ginny. - No one will remove such a clever girl from the post of headman. In addition, the heads of other faculties also participated."
"Maybe they won't notice we were there?" naively assume Harry.
"It was fun!" says George, obviously pleased, who has approached.
Pomfrey had just treated and bandaged his arm and given him a cheek lotion to keep the bruise at bay. George, who was in the thick of the mess, didn't hold her for long, he started tossing her around and later returning Madam Pomfrey. That in the living room of the Gryffindors does not stay long. She still need to treat the Slytherins and Ravenclaws.
Meanwhile, outside the window is slowly getting dark. The guys are slowly starting to disperse. Hermione left even earlier. Ron, Harry, George, Ginny and the other members of the Quidditch team discuss the game's strategy, but soon they get up and go to the bedrooms.
"It's time for us to sleep!" Will immediately jump up and literally lift Paige by force.
"Well, let's go to bed" don't resist that one.
Will rush to cut across the Quidditch team. Having caught up with them, the girl does something that her friend would not expect in any way - to substitute the bandwagon. Paige lost her balance and began to fall. According to Will's plan, her friend should fall straight into George's arms.
"You know, I'm kind of hungry," he says at this time.
And Paige, contrary to Will's expectations, fly past George, behind him. He just managed to turn his head in the direction of the falling Muggle girl. And she fell into the arms of Seamus Finnigan.
"Damn, misfire!" Will say to herself with annoyance.
Not only did the girl's plan not work, but her friend also scolded her.
"Do you know how uncomfortable I felt in front of Seamus? - resent Paige. - I didn't really know what to say to him. What were you thinking about?"
"Hush,- Will hissed, - we might get caught. Besides, I… accidentally."
The girls go down the hall towards the owl house to send a letter to Sabrina and Annie. They try to walk quietly, because, as you know, it's forbidden to go out, besides, it's night in the yard. Friends climb the stairs, the steps creak under their feet.
Soon, the Muggles reach the owl house and, having entered it, tightly close the door behind them.
"Which one shall we choose?" asks Paige.
"Can we take it? - ask a friend. – I thought that we would take an owl from Amanda."
"She doesn't have an owl, but she said she could choose from these. They are schools."
Paige takes the letter out of her pocket and take the gray owl. She faintly sighs.
"Does she know where to go?" asks Will doubtfully while they tie the message to the bird's leg.
"Amanda said yes."
Friends open the window, and the owl itself fly out.
"It's cold outside," Paige shivered as she closed the window.
Footsteps are heard outside the door. And then open it. The girls have time to hide behind her.
The door slowly opens wider and wider. Paige turn her head, a little more and she will be pressed. Friends stop breathing.
Fortunately, the door is closing and the steps are moving away.
"It seems to have passed," Will says, carefully opening the door.
The girls tiptoe out into the corridor. But again steps are heard. Friends rush in the opposite direction. Rounding the corner, they hear footsteps again. Looking at each other, they rush in the opposite direction. From around the corner someone comes out and bumps into them.
"Well, the pies fell."
"George?!" surprised girls.
"Enie? Sabrina?!" he is also surprised.
Light flashes behind.
"Filch, - Weasley guessed. - Let's run!"
He grab Paige's hand, which is closer and run, Paige grab Will on the run.
They do not run long in a chain. George to push the Muggles into some room with a weak light and go after them.
"There are some mops here," Will says.
"This is a help-room, - the red-haired man explains. - Always opens when someone needs it. This is not the first time it have saved from Filch - he is clearly pleased. -His favorite pastime is catching misbehaving students. And by the way, enjoy!" George handed the girls a cake, they gladly take it.