Chapter 5 : Aftermath: Responsibility
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August 18, 1998; 10:31 A.M.
I stepped out of the bathroom in only a dark green towel wrapped around my waist. I ran a hand through my still wet hair as I walked to the large closet, and pulled out a pair of black silk boxers from one of the drawers. I was about to unwind the towel when I heard someone shriek behind me. As precaution, I pulled the towel more securely around my waist. I spun around to see Callie sitting right in the middle of the bed.
“Ok, stop right there!” She clapped a hand over her eyes. “I know many women would kill to see your bare bottom. I am however, not one of them.”
“What are you even doing here?” I said through gritted teeth. “I thought you were still in the drawing room re-decorating. And would you please just turn around so I can change!”
“I was curious,” she pointed to the bundle of letters on my desk. “Anything for me?”
I pulled on my boxers as soon as I was sure she wasn’t looking, and the first pair of jeans I pulled out from drawer. Without a word to her, I picked up the bundle and pounced on the bed.
“You decent enough?” she peeked through her fingers, “No shirt, figures.”
“CM-RR, what the hell is this supposed to mean? I can’t break the damn seal” I flipped the letter over as if waiting for it to reveal the contents.
“Mine!” Callie snatched it out of my hand and tucked it away in her pocket.
“Ooo-kay,” I raised my eyebrows at her sudden reaction before proceeding to open the others. I stiffened when I opened the one from Hogwarts.
Callie must have noticed my shoulders going rigid as soon as I broke the seal for I felt her peering over my shoulder at whatever the parchment contained. “Hmm,” she shrugged, “Congratulations are in order, I presume.”
I only nodded, handing her a letter bearing the same seal.
“Oh, what’s this?” She broke the seal, clearly confused at why a Hogwarts letter was addressed to her; she attended L’Istituto Italiano di Stregoneria (The Italian Institute of Witchcraft) after all. Her confusion was replaced with shock as she read the words it contained. “What the hell? I didn’t apply for any bloody transfer!”
“What’s got your knickers in a knot?” I ripped the letter out of her hand before she could whisk it out of sight. “Dear Miss… Delighted to inform… Application for transfer… King’s Cross… Why didn’t you tell me you were transferring to Hogwarts?” I looked at her accusingly.
“I’m not! Or in this case, I wasn’t planning to,” she defended, “I didn’t send Hogwarts an application of transfer or whatever. I was planning to go to Beauxbatons!”
I narrowed my eyes at her, not fully believing in what she had to say. There were two ways to look at the situation. I could be happy I would be able to spend more time with her as I was not able to during the past few years, or I could complain the whole way due to an added responsibility. “Get dressed,” I said, handing back the letter, “We’re going to London.”
August 18, 1998; 10:58 A.M.
HOGWARTS SCHOOL of WITCHCRAFT and WIZARDRY
Headmistress: Minerva McGonagall
Order of Merlin, Second Class
Dear Ms. Granger,
We are pleased to inform you that you have completed the required credentials in order to advance to the subsequent year. Enclosed in this letter is list of materials you will need for the upcoming term. The Hogwarts Express will be leaving King’s Cross on September 1st at 11 o’clock sharp. Please be guided accordingly.
All 7th years are requested to remain in the Great Hall right after the feast. There is the much to discuss about the upcoming term.
I am also to inform you, Miss Granger, that the Board has chosen you as this year’s Head Girl. Congratulations! This is a great honor bestowed upon only those who deserve it and you most certainly do. Keep in mind that this is a huge responsibility and should not be taken lightly. You are required to be at the station no later than 10 o’clock. I will be meeting you and the Head Boy in the Head’s Compartment to give you additional instructions.
“Head Girl,” I whispered to myself quietly, waiting for the words to fully sink in. “I’ve been appointed Head Girl,” my voice louder this time. I looked up from the letter to see my mother beaming proudly at me. Before I knew it, I was enveloped into a warm embrace.
August 18, 1998; 11:06 AM
“Ginny! Ron! Harry! Letters!” Molly shouted from the kitchen. She was fixing lunch when saw a big barn owl soaring towards the house. She knew what it brought before it even came close.
“Coming mum!” Ginny shouted from her room. Loud thumping sounds coming from Ron’s room indicated the boys had heard her as well. They three of them came down to the kitchens just as the owl perched on the window sill. It stuck out its leg and flew away as soon as the bundle was untied. Molly handed the children their letters and proceeded to continue with her cooking.
“So, the usual then?” Harry looked over to the two Weasleys.
“Yep, still plain old Prefect. Pity I wasn’t named Head Boy. Extra power would have been nice.”
“Oh, come off it Ron.” Ginny scoffed. “McGonagall would’ve stripped you of the title even before you step off the train. Merlin knows how much you’re gonna bully the poor first years.”
“Am not,” Ron stuck his chin in the air. “I’ll have you know, I can be very responsible and trustworthy.”
“Sure, my dear brother. Whatever you say. And you, Harry? If Ron wasn’t made Head Boy, then maybe you were chosen?”
Harry shook his head. “Erm, no actually. I would have refused anyway. Tired of the attention. Besides, I’m still Captain.”
“Awesome, mate!” Ron grinned. “I’m still on the team then?”
“We’ll see, Ron.” Harry watched as his best mate’s face fell slightly. “I want to give everybody a fair chance so I might be holding try-outs as soon as McGonagall lets me.”
“Oh, alright then.” Ron replied with a much more dejected tone than usual. “The team needs a better Keeper than me anyway. I bet Ginny here will be staying on the team for sure.”
“Set the table, Ginny. Your father will be home soon.” Molly spoke before Harry could reply to Ron. “Harry would you be a dear and send an owl to George? Tell him we’re going to Diagon Alley this afternoon to pick up your school things. “
A/N: Oh, you already know what I wanted to say. Just gonna smile here and wait. ^^,