Well, now we have another thing to look forward to, don't we? Marjie and Hugo, sitting in a tree, k-i-s-s-i-n-g... ;)
This is pure fatherly love here: "Neville turned quickly as he saw Hugo turn and grin widely at him. His heart flopped with a surge of pride and he smiled discreetly." I like that they are getting awarded for wandering off into the forest, nicking a fruit from angry creatures, and nearly dying. Only in Hogwarts would this be the way...
Ah3h3h3, Flitwick sounds like one hell of a Headmaster. You can't imagine the students doing this to Dumbledore, now, can you? "one rushing hurriedly to carry Flitwick upon their shoulders (which seemed to be their main display of affection and appreciation)". But ohmygosh, Neville and I thought the same thing: "Neville took a quiet second to pinch the bridge of his nose, shake his head toward the ground, and think: Only at Hogwarts." You know that this means that I have infiltrated the story now, yes? Just as I promised I would, ah3h3h3. Now to bump of Marjie and take Hugo to the Yule Ball myself ;)
These descriptions are my favourite in the story so far: "This was not an era of gods and goddesses. It was an era of the everyday man doing exceptional things...It was not an era of chaos. It was an era of peace." The repetition of these connotations just works so well for the final outcome - that they shouldn't take the plant out of the box.
Awh my baby: "You're smart, Hugo," Scorpius said quietly from the floor, startling Hugo and Neville both. He sat up. "You decide what's best to do."/Hugo seemed for an absurd and cartoon-like moment to swell visibly with pride." I can see it now. And at the same time there is a wind machine, blowing the hair off his face and his cape (he now wears a cape) off behind him, emblazoned with the letter 'H'. It is a glorious image.
"He felt like he was a piece of laundry and his mother was wringing him out. Poor laundry. He'd have to ask his mother to buy a clothes line." And now he is feeling things for clothes. This boy deserves more than house points, he deserves some kind of award for being the biggest, kindest twit to ever have walked through the doors of Hogwarts (see, I told you I'd use the word 'twit' more often)
I'm sure Harry would like this nickname more than he likes 'the Chosen One' or 'The Boy Who Lived': "his uncle was king of the Aurors".
"Hugo Weasley, responsible for the peace treaty between Wizardkind and centaurs, the official discovery of Acromantulas in the Forbidden Forest, and one of the three discoverers of the Quidropopot, a magical plant thought here-to-fore to be nothing more than a myth, a flight of fancy./Neville reached over to brush a bit of dirt from Hugo's shoulder". Gosh. Wowzers. He has a lot of responsibility for a boy who has only just stopped drooling, doesn't notice when he has dirt on his clothes and still rolls around in the snow. And this is why I love him.
:( I only have one chapter left to go. Before I go ahead and read it, I just want to say thank you for writing this and letting me come on this amazing literary journey with you. The characters you have developed feel so real that, when I finish the next chapter, I know I will feel sad, like I have lost friends :(