120 First DADA (1/2)
Arth waited behind the wall as He, Harry, Ron and Hermione exited the potions classroom. The moment Arth saw that his past self and Hermione disappear, Arth quickly ran in to take his place.
”Five points from Gryffindor because the potion was all right! Why didn't you lie, Hermione? You should've said Neville did it all by himself!”
Ron looked around.
”Where is she?”
Arth froze.
Where was Hermione?
”She was right behind us,” said Ron, frowning.
”Er, she had do go back to get something she left behind. She told me before leaving.”
”Oh, ok.” Said Ron losing interest immediately.
”There she is,” said Harry.
Hermione was panting slightly, hurrying up the stairs; one hand clutched her bag, the other seemed to be tucking something down the front of her robes.
”Why are you carrying all these around with you?” Ron asked her.
”What?” Hermione looked slightly confused. ”Oh. I had to go back for something. Oh no-”
A seam had split on Hermione's bag.
”Just my luck.” Hermione said while groaning.
”Here, I'll fix it, repario.”
The bag magically mended itself.
”Thanks Arthur.”
”You know it would be easier on you if you didn't carry everything all the time?” Said Ron with a confused look.
”You know how many subjects I'm taking,” said Hermione breathlessly.
”I don't actually.”
”Well, I hope there's something good for lunch, I'm starving,” she said, and she marched off toward the Great Hall.
”D'you get the feeling Hermione's not telling us something?” Ron asked Harry and Arth
Arth just shook his head while sweating on the inside.
”...maybe she is having her period?”
”Was that?”
Arth started to pity Ron's future girlfriend.
After eating lunch, they went up to the defense against the dark arts class.
Professor Lupin wasn't there when they arrived at his first Defense Against the Dark Arts lesson. They all sat down, took out their books, quills, and parchment, and were talking when he finally entered the room.
”Time to start the annual defense against the dark arts teacher grading process,” Arth muttered to himself. ”Let's hope this one is better the the last.”