The rest of them had decided not to say anything about the bruises under their robes until they could get some older girls to cast
The whole thing, Susan thought, had been too close, much too close. If the bully had so much as looked around the corner - if he'd taken a moment to recast his Shielding Charm -
"We should stop," said Susan, as soon as the seven of them had gotten out of hearing range of the healer's office. "We should stop doing this."
For some reason, then, even though they were supposed to vote on this sort of thing, everyone turned to look at General Granger.
The Sunshine General didn't seem to see them looking at her, she just strode on, gazing off straight ahead.
After a little while, Hermione Granger said, in a voice that sounded thoughtful and a little sad, "Hannah said
All the other girls, except Susan, nodded at that.
"I think that's got to be as bad as it gets," said Parvati. "And we can handle it. We've proved that now."
Susan couldn't think of anything to say to that. She didn't think that shrieking at the top of her lungs about blatant stupidity and DOOM would be persuasive. And she couldn't just
"By the way, Lavender," said Padma. "What in the name of Merlin's underpants were you
"My hero outfit," said the Gryffindor girl.
Daphne sounded weary, as she spoke without turning her own head from where she was plodding through the hall. "It's the costume of the Soldier of Gryffindor from the play
"Did you Transfigure it?" said Parvati, looking puzzled. "But the bully cast
"Nope!" Lavender said. "It's
"I think," General Granger said in a careful voice, "that would make us all look a little silly."
"Well," said Lavender, "we should vote on whether to -"
"I think," General Granger said, "that no matter what
Susan ignored the argument. She was trying to think up some sort of clever strategy for being less doomed.
The whole Great Hall went silent, even if only for a moment, as the seven of them walked into lunch.
Then the applause started.
It was scattered, not the massive applause of everyone applauding at once. A lot of it came from the Gryffindor table, less from Hufflepuff and Ravenclaw, and none from Slytherin.
Daphne felt her face tightening. She'd
She looked at the Hufflepuff table.
Neville Longbottom was applauding with his hands held high above his head, although he wasn't smiling. Maybe he'd heard about Hannah, or maybe he was wondering why Hannah wasn't there.
Then, not quite able to help herself, she glanced toward the Head Table.
Professor Sprout's face was lined with concern. She and Professor McGonagall were leaning their heads toward Headmaster Dumbledore, who had a solemn look, and all their lips were moving quickly. Professor Flitwick looked more resigned than anything else, and Quirrell, face slack, was taking trembling stabs at his soup using a spoon gripped in a fist.
Professor Snape was looking directly at -
Or - at Hermione Granger, standing next to her?
A small, thin smile crossed the Potions Master's face, and he raised his hands, brought them together once in a motion that was too slow to be a real clap; and then the Potions Master turned back to his plate, ignoring the conversations around him.
Daphne felt a little chill go down her spine, and she hastily turned to walk toward the Slytherin table. Susan and Lavender and Parvati peeled off from their group, heading toward the Hufflepuff and Gryffindor tables on the other side of the Great Hall.
It happened as they were passing the part of the Slytherin table where the Slytherin Quidditch team sat.
That was when Hermione stumbled suddenly, stumbled
Everything seemed to happen too quickly then, or maybe it was just Daphne herself who was thinking too slow, as Flint let out a bellow of indignation and his hand yanked Hermione back and threw her into the Ravenclaw table,