Lilliana Snape (Book Four)

Part 11

“Lilly!” I’d been shovelling scrambled eggs into my mouth so fast that I almost choked when my name was called.

I looked up, my mouth bulging with the milky, eggy, goodness to see Hermione glowering at me “what?” I asked, accidentally spraying the contents of my mouth over Harry. “Sorry, Harry” I snorted as he wiped white gunk off his face.

“That was the most disgusting thing I have ever seen and yet I still found it oddly sexy” Fred grinned beside me and then winked as Hermione’s expression became even darker.

“Why thank you; I do make it my aim in life to be a sexy pig.” I replied, returning the grin and then turned to Hermione. “Yes?”

“I was asking if you wanted to join S.P.E.W”

“Spew?” I asked, frowning.

“S.P.E.W!” Hermione snapped “it stands for The Society for the Protection of Elfish Welfare.”

“And why would I want to join that?” I replied in exasperation.

“Harry and Ron have already joined” she told me “so I was wondering if you wanted to join too; I need a spokesperson and you seem to have a lot to say about stuff.”

I raised my eyebrows at her “Hermione, for someone smart you are being stupid and ridiculous. House Elves aren’t being mistreated! Ok, Winky was unfairly dismissed and Dobby was working for the Malfoys but that is what they do! They don’t want wages and they don’t want holidays so I don’t see the point in working towards something that they don’t even want!”

The look I received from Hermione was positively murderous “Dobby wants to be paid, Dobby wants holidays” she snapped back.

“Dobby is Dobby, there is absolutely nothing normal about him!” I shook my head “leave it alone, Hermione!”

“So I take it that your answer is a no then” she sniffed.

“A big fat one, yes.”

“Fine” she gathered up her stuff and walked off with her nose in the air.

After a minute or two of silence at the Gryffindor table, Fred says “wow, Lil, you actually said what everyone’s been thinking!”

“Most of you joined” I laughed as I recalled a conversation I’d only been half listening to sometime last week.

“Only to get her to shut up!” George said “worst galleon I’ve ever spent!”

After breakfast Fred, Harry, Ron, George and I went to the Quidditch pitch with our brooms in tow. Due to the fact the Hogwarts was playing host to the Tri Wizard Tournament, there was to be no Quidditch this year and we were already missing it.

Being in the air, I felt so free; I loved the speed and the adrenaline rush…I also loved beating Harry who, incidentally, owns the same broom as I do. “Face it, Potter, I’m just better at flying than you” I told him as we reluctantly trudged back in to get ready for the feast tonight.