Emma Potter; Going to War

76: Request of the Lord

Harry and Ron  left the hospital wing first thing on Monday morning, restored to full health by the ministrations of Madam Pomfrey and now able to enjoy the benefits of having been knocked out and poisoned, the best of which was that Hermione was friends with Ron again. 

Hermione and I even escorted them down to breakfast, bringing with us the news that Ginny had argued with Dean

"What did they row about?" Harry asked, trying to sound casual as we turned onto a seventh-floor corridor that was deserted but fora very small girl who had been examining a tapestry of trolls in tutus. 

She looked terrified at the sight of the approaching sixth years and dropped the heavy brass scales she was carrying. 

"It's all right!" said Hermione kindly, hurrying forward to help her. "Here . . ."

She tapped the broken scales with her wand and said, "Reparo."The girl did not say thank you, but remained rooted to the spot as they passed and watched them out of sight; Ron glanced back at her.

 "I swear they're getting smaller," he said.

 "Never mind her," said Harry, a little impatiently. "What did Ginny and Dean row about, Emma?"

 "Oh, Thomas was laughing about McLaggen hitting that Bludgerat you," I said. 

"It must've looked funny," said Ron reasonably. 

"It didn't look funny at all!" said Hermione hotly. "It looked terrible and if Coote and Peakes hadn't caught Harry he could have been very badly hurt!" 

"Yeah, well, there was no need for Ginny and Dean to split upover it," said Harry, still trying to sound casual. "Or are they still together?" 

"Yes, they are — but why are you so interested?"I asked, giving Harry a sharp look. 

"I just don't want my Quidditch team messed up again!" he said hastily, but I continued to look suspicious, and Harry looked most relieved when a voice behind us called, "Harry! Emma!" giving us an excuse to turn his back on me.

 "Oh, hi, Luna."

 "I went to the hospital wing to find you," said Luna, rummaging in her bag. "But they said you'd left. . . ." 

She thrust what appeared to be a green onion, a large spotted toadstool, and a considerable amount of what looked like cat litter into Ron's hands, finally pulling out a rather grubby scroll of parchment that she handed to Harry and me. 

". . . I've been told to give you this." 

It was a small roll of parchment, which I recognized at once as another invitation to a lesson with Dumbledore. 

"Tonight," I told Ron and Hermione, once we had unrolled it.

 "Nice commentary last match!" said Ron to Luna as she took back the green onion, the toadstool, and the cat litter. 

Luna smiled vaguely. 

"You're making fun of me, aren't you?" she said. "Everyone says I was dreadful."

 "No, I'm serious!" said Ron earnestly. "I can't remember enjoying commentary more! What is this, by the way?" he added, holding the onion like object up to eye level. 

"Oh, it's a Gurdyroot," she said, stuffing the cat litter and the toadstool back into her bag. "You can keep it if you like, I've got a few of them. They're really excellent for warding off Gulping Plimpies."

 And she walked away, leaving Ron chortling, still clutching the Gurdyroot.

 "You know, she's grown on me, Luna," he said, as we set off again for the Great Hall. "I know she's insane, but it's in a good —"