![]() The Snitch is also inside, and Harry is momentarily tempted to toss it, believing it is as useless as everything else Dumbledore left behind. He tucks the broken halves, barely held together by the damaged Phoenix feather, into the Mokeskin pouch around his neck. Without it he feels weak, vulnerable, and stripped naked, as if his magical power died with it. The next morning, Harry is still mourning his lost wand. " She took a deep shuddering breath.Spoiler warning: Plot and/or ending details follow. "You haven't mentioned a deal yet, Miss Prissy, you just told me to turn up. "What deal?" said Rita, wiping her mouth on the back of her hand. "One more word about Harry's love life and the deal's off and that's a promise," said Hermione irritably. "Yes, I suppose you are," said Hermione coldly. "I suppose I'm allowed to talk to him, am I?" she shot at Hermione. "Little Miss Perfect was just about to tell me when you arrived," said Rita, taking a large slurp of her drink. "What are you up to?" Harry asked, sitting down, and glancing between us in confusion. Looking as though she had been forced to swallow Stinksap, she snapped her bag shut again. Rita had been on the point of withdrawing an acid-green quill from her bag. "It's none of your business if Harry's been with a hundred girls," Hermione told Rita coolly. "A girl ?" She snatched up her crocodile-skin handbag and groped within it. "Cho?" said Rita at once, twisting around in her seat to stare avidly at Harry. I raised my eyebrows in question, hoping he didn't mess anything up. "I thought you were with Cho, I wasn't expecting you for another hour at least!" "You're early!" said Hermione, moving along to give him room to sit down. "Hello, Kendra," said Luna in her usual Dreamy voice. Her hair was messy and nails chipped, however her arrogance had yet to disappear. I noticed happily that unemployment had taken its toll. I kept my back stiff as I stared Rita down. I plopped down next to Hermione, face red. When I met her at Three Broomsticks, I was shocked to see Rita Skeeter sitting with her. She even went to the length of asking him to meet her right after a date with Cho. However, Hermione finally got a reply to her letter, and promised to tell me once she could get Harry and I alone. If she so much as rolled her eyes, someone would tell her it didn't relate to her subject. The only good thing that came out of the decree was throwing it in Umbridge's face. So I figured any chance of the Order giving me any insider information was gone. The latest decree also kept teachers from telling us anything that didn't have to do with the subject they were teaching us. Umbridge must have put some rule about talking in the staff room. ![]() The teachers had also started acting strangely, having hushed conversations in crowded corridors. "I just wanted you to know." Was the only reply I could think of. "What good is it to tell me now?" she sighed. They can intervene now if they want, but I think SHIELD has other problems right now." "I just advised them to keep a lookout for them, and sent them their Azkaban files, I got from Dumbledore. "I just wanted to tell you I told the Head of SHIELD about the breakouts." "Hermione," I said that night, after I sent the letter. ![]() There was a slight bit of tension between Hermione and I now, it had started when I wrote a letter to Coulson the night after the Breakouts. ![]() Hermione coyly would not tell me who she had written the letters too, saying I would be the first to know when she got a reply. It was sad it took something like this to make people see reason. The Prison Breakout seemed to have made more people believe Hardy and Dumbledore. ![]()
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