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ALTHEA'S QUILL SCRATCHED against the parchment in her notebook as she drew, no, she didn't have another vision but she enjoyed drawing in her notebook when she was bored.
Ron and Harry were next to her, across from each other researching Nicholas Flamel, seeing if they could find anything.
Althea wasn't really bothered, she didn't care about Nicholas Flamel. He was just some old guy that had no significance to her. "I had you looking in the wrong section! How could I be so stupid?" Hermione dropped a really heavy book in front of the trio, "I checked this out a few weeks ago for a bit of light reading."
"This is light?" Althea and Ron chorused.
Hermione nodded, "Of course! Here it is!" She opened to a page, ""Nicholas Flamel is the only known maker of the Philosopher's Stone!""
"The what?" Ron and Harry asked in unison.
"Honestly, don't you two read?"
Althea shook her head, "No, Hermione, they don't."
""The Philosopher's Stone is a legendary substance with astonishing powers. It will turn any metal into pure gold and produces the Elixir of Life, which will make the drinker immortal.""
"Immortal?"
"It means you'll never die." Althea piped up, shading in her drawing.
"I know what it means!" Ron exclaimed, hitting her in the shoulder.
""The only stone currently in existence belongs to Mr. Nicholas Flamel, the noted alchemist, who last year celebrated his 665th birthday!" That's what Fluffy's guarding on the 3rd floor. That's what's under the trapdoor...the Philosopher's Stone!"
Althea sighed, this was not good news but she hoped and prayed that if something big was to happen she would get a vision.
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The golden trio ran along the trail to Hagrid's hut, it was dark outside and Althea would really like to be in bed with a muggle book Hermione had suggested but Ron and Hermione had insisted she come along.
Harry knocked loudly on his door, it opened and revealed Hagrid in a pink apron and oven mitts. "Hagrid!"
"Oh, hello. Sorry, don't wish to be rude, but I'm in no fit state to entertain today."
