Status: In very, very, very slow progress

Slythendor

The Aftermath

“Oh my God….I….Whoa.” Claire breathed, putting her hand on Vanessa’s shoulder. “That was a week ago?!” Vanessa nodded, smiling slightly from her friend’s reaction.

“Don’t say you’re sorry, any of you. I hate it when people do this is a situation like this, unless of course, they killed the deceased.” Vanessa said with a wry smile, taking a bite of the chocolate.

“You know what you should do ….” Claire mused, “You should do what Dark told you to do in ‘Headfirst For Halos’ ….” And with that they burst into song, singing said song. After this brief singing session they fell about laughing at the confused and slightly scared looks on everyone else’s faces.

“I haven’t poisoned that chocolate, you know …” Professor Lupin said with a small smile as he entered the room. Noticing that Claire and Vanessa were having a laughing fit he added, rather quickly, “What is it? What’ve I missed? What’ve I missed?!” but got no answer as they were still laughing their heads off!! “We’ll be at Hogwarts in ten minutes ….” He continued, wondering with great curiosity what was so funny. “Are you alright, Harry?” Lupin said.

“Fine.” Harry muttered, embarrassed.

“I saw that asthma attack, err…” Professor Lupin went on.

“Vanessa. Vanessa Herbaceum.” Vanessa explained.

“Vanessa, yes…. That asthma attack was really powerful. Are you okay?” he continued. Upon hearing his words Claire and Vanessa looked at each other and grinned. Then they said in perfect unison and New Jersey accents:

“But you really need to listen to me! Because I'm telling you the truth. I mean this, I'm okay! Trust Me.” After laughing some more Vanessa reassured Professor Lupin,

“Yeah, I’m fine! Too obsessed with MCR for my own good, but, yeah, I’m fine.”

“We so need to get hobbies, don’t we?” Vanessa asked Claire. “Wait, I know what you’re gonna say. Neville, do you think we’re so extremely obsessed beyond reason that we desperately need hobbies?” she questioned. Neville just stuttered and stammered, not making any sound that constituted as words, which made Vanessa smile and say, “I’ll take that as a ‘yes’ then.”

“Speak for yourself.” Claire muttered.

They didn’t talk much during the remainder of the journey. At long last, the train stopped at Hogsmeade station, and there was a great scramble to get out; owls hooted, cats meowed, and Neville’s pet toad croaked loudly from under his hat. It was freezing on the tiny platform; rain was driving in icy sheets. The enormous groundskeeper, whilst beckoning the timid first-years, just managed to greet Ron, Hermione and Harry before they, along with Vanessa and Claire were shunted away across the platform towards a rough mud track, where at least a hundred stagecoaches awaited the remaining students. They were each pulled by the strangest creatures Vanessa had ever come across – those odd horse-ish creatures only those who had witnessed someone’s last moments before their death could see.

Vanessa, Claire, Hermione, Ron and Harry all got in the same carriage and as Claire closed the door behind her they began their journey towards Hogwarts. The coach smelled faintly of mould and straw. Ron and Hermione kept looking at Harry as if they thought he would pass out again, and Claire was doing the same towards Vanessa, who rolled her eyes at her friend.