𝔭𝔥𝔦𝔩𝔬𝔭𝔥𝔬𝔟𝔦𝔞 | (noun) An overwhelmingly and unreasonable fear of falling in love
❝𝐈 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮.❞
❝𝐖𝐞𝐥𝐥 𝐈 𝐜𝐚𝐧'𝐭 𝐬𝐚𝐲 𝐢𝐭 𝐛𝐚𝐜𝐤.❞
❝𝐈 𝐤𝐧𝐨𝐰.❞
𝘐𝘯 𝘸𝘩𝘪𝘤𝘩 𝘍𝘳𝘦𝘥 𝘎𝘪𝘥𝘦𝘰𝘯 𝘞𝘦...
Oops! This image does not follow our content guidelines. To continue publishing, please remove it or upload a different image.
+++++++++++++++
Ron and Harry have been mad at each other for a few days now. Over what, I don't understand. Why Ron's mad at him for having his name drawn? But Harry didn't do that, but Ron believes otherwise.
As I'm walking with Ron, Hermione, and Ginny to the black lake, Ron tells us what he wants us to say to Harry.
"We've already been through enough people why don't you just go and do it yourself?" Hermione whispers to Ron. "Ughh. What do you want us to say again?"
Ron whispers what he wants us to say. It's clear Harry and Ron aren't on speaking terms.
Hermione and I walk up to Harry. "Ron would like me to tell you that Seamus told him that Dean was told by Parvati that Hagrid was looking for you." Hermione explains.
"Is that right? Well.... what?" Harry asks confused.
"Uhh...." Hermione turns back to Ron.
"What Ronald wants to tell you is: Hagrid is looking for you." I dumb-down.
"Yeah, that." Hermione says.
"Well you can tell Ron—"
"We're not owls!"
+++++
Today is now the day of the first task. Harry told us what Hagrid showed him. Dragons.
As we walk to the arena, I have an idea. "Why'd don't we go visit Harry and wish him luck, Hermione?"
"Yes! Let's go, Lin."
We walk to the champions' tent and Hermione leans against the canvas opening of the tent. "Psst. Harry." she whispers.
"Hermione?"
"And Lin." I say.
"How are you feeling? OK? The key is to concentrate. After that you just have to...." Hermione trails off.
"....Battle a dragon." I finish.
Hermione and I then enter the tent. Hermione and Harry hug and I pat Harry on the shoulder.
