Theme # 42: Potraits


Hermione Granger heaved a sigh, then placed a spellbook on top of her favourite twin portraits - portraits of her parents, which she had had developed over the previous summer. The trunk that housed these was, it might be mentioned, already filled to the brim, but there was little the fifteen year-old could do: a pile of books lay on the table by her bed, and she knew she could not carry all of them, on the train.


Crookshanks rose from his place under the bed, and stretched leisurely. How glad he was that he did not have to pack!