102 Soft sensation (1/2)
”What's going on?” said Ron's voice.
”Ouch!” gasped Hermione. ”Ron, that was my foot!”
”Wait here, I'll go check it out.”
”What did you say Arth?”
Harry saw the faint outline of Arth getting out of the compartment and leaving them to be.
”Arth! Where are you going? Come back! At least tell us where you are going!”
But he was already gone, melting into the shadows.
”My god, he really needs to tell us a thing or two before he disappears. Ain't that right Harry?”
Harry sighed.
”I'm sure that he knows what he is doing, he is Arth after all.”
Harry took a look around the dark train.
”D'you reckon we've broken down?” Asked Harry.
”Dunno . . .”
There was a squeaking sound, and Harry saw the dim black outline of Ron, wiping a patch clean on the window and peering out.
”There's something moving out there,” Ron said. ”I think people are coming aboard. . . .”
The compartment door suddenly opened and someone fell painfully over Harry's legs.
”Hello? I'm sorry, I'm Neville Longbottom-”
”Neville?”
”Harry! I-”
Ron let out a pained yelp.
”Sorry — d'you know what's going on? — Ouch — sorry —”
”We're as lost as you Neville,” said Harry, feeling around in the dark and pulling Neville up by his cloak. ”Just sit down Neville.”
There was a loud hissing and a yelp of pain; Neville had tried to sit on Crookshanks.
”I wonder when Arthur is going to come back? he should be back by now right? I'll go check.” came Hermione's voice. Harry felt her pass him, heard the door slide open again, and then a thud and two loud squeals of pain.
”Who's that?”
”Who's that?”
”Ginny?”