Without awaiting an answer, she grabbed her wand, extinguished the light, and tapped it against the book. An exact copy appeared with a quiet pop and an excess of sparks. Whoever invented that Charm had a good sense of humour.
There was another rustle from somewhere in the room.
“Lumos.” The wand flew out of her hand again and floated in mid-air, illuminating both books and nothing else. Shaking her head, she returned to the books. No matter how many fearsome adventures she had faced, nothing quite unnerved her as sounds in the dark.
She turned over the inside front covers. On the original, sitting on her right, she saw the name “Roonil Wazlib” scrawled there. Snorting, she pointed her wand at the same space in her duplicate copy and the …show more content…
Now, in the early hours of the morning when Hogwarts slept, she had a chance to avoid any impending fallout. Glancing back at his bag, which she had left on the chair, she chewed her lip. Perhaps she could make some atonement without him even noticing, like assisting with his essays. McGonagall had given them a paper on three-point transfiguration and she appeared to be the only one who had finished it in advance. Harry would, of course, be grateful for her assistance, and he need never know that she had a copy of his book.
Then again, why was she doing this? Curiosity? Or maybe it was intrigue. After all, Slughorn had never derided her ability in Potions, even in the spare moments he had for the rest of his class. He had never questioned her status as a student even though Harry received better results. Did she really need to go through all this subterfuge just to satisfy herself? No, to satisfy Harry. When he found out that she had discovered the Prince’s identity (hopefully having found incontrovertible evidence that this Prince, no matter the quirks, was a girl), he would never condemn her meddling.
But you couldn’t call it meddling when it was for the common good, right? Even if the common good happened to coincide with--
--She heard a noise
There was another rustle from somewhere in the room.
“Lumos.” The wand flew out of her hand again and floated in mid-air, illuminating both books and nothing else. Shaking her head, she returned to the books. No matter how many fearsome adventures she had faced, nothing quite unnerved her as sounds in the dark.
She turned over the inside front covers. On the original, sitting on her right, she saw the name “Roonil Wazlib” scrawled there. Snorting, she pointed her wand at the same space in her duplicate copy and the …show more content…
Now, in the early hours of the morning when Hogwarts slept, she had a chance to avoid any impending fallout. Glancing back at his bag, which she had left on the chair, she chewed her lip. Perhaps she could make some atonement without him even noticing, like assisting with his essays. McGonagall had given them a paper on three-point transfiguration and she appeared to be the only one who had finished it in advance. Harry would, of course, be grateful for her assistance, and he need never know that she had a copy of his book.
Then again, why was she doing this? Curiosity? Or maybe it was intrigue. After all, Slughorn had never derided her ability in Potions, even in the spare moments he had for the rest of his class. He had never questioned her status as a student even though Harry received better results. Did she really need to go through all this subterfuge just to satisfy herself? No, to satisfy Harry. When he found out that she had discovered the Prince’s identity (hopefully having found incontrovertible evidence that this Prince, no matter the quirks, was a girl), he would never condemn her meddling.
But you couldn’t call it meddling when it was for the common good, right? Even if the common good happened to coincide with--
--She heard a noise