34. Protego
A red head came barreling into her room and she panicked, clutching the rose tight she screwed her eyes shut at the person invading her space and wished him away from her. Without knowing why she shouted, “PROTEGO!” And the force of it coming out of her very soul knocked the red headed boy back out of the room and into the wall, shaking several portraits. She breathed shakily, how did she just do that? Is this terrible force Magic? She opened one eye to survey the damage; she hadn’t actually wanted to harm him. “Are you okay? Um... Whoever you are.” The boy laughed to her befuddlement and said, “Yeah, guess I forgot myself for a minute there. I’m Ron. We’re... friends.”
She blinked as the boy walked over to sit on the other bed in the room. “Oh. I’m sorry then, I’d never hurt a friend.”
“’Mione, you’d never hurt a garden gnome if it was in your power.” He smiled goofily at her and she blushed, he was nice for a rude person. “But seriously, you can’t remember us?” He looked put out. “It’s all Snape’s fault.”
She reacted instinctively, “It’s Professor Snape, Ron. Besides, it’s not.” |