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The Writing on the Wall
"AndHermione’sdonefourfeetseveninchesandherwriting’stiny."
"Whereisshe?"askedHarry,grabbingthetapemeasureandunrollinghisownhomework.
"Somewhereoverthere,"saidRon,pointingalongtheshelves."Lookingforanotherbook.Ithinkshe’stryingtoreadthewholelibrarybeforeChristmas."
HarrytoldRonaboutJustinFinch-Fletchleyrunningawayfromhim.
"Dunnowhyyoucare.Ithoughthewasabitofanidiot,"saidRon,scribblingaway,makinghiswritingaslargeaspossible."AllthatjunkaboutLockhartbeingsogreat—"
Hermioneemergedfrombetweenthebookshelves.Shelookedirritableandatlastseemedreadytotalktothem.
"AllthecopiesofHogwarts,AHistoryhavebeentakenout,"shesaid,sittingdownnexttoHarryandRon."Andthere’satwo-weekwaitinglist.IwishIhadn’tleftmycopyathome,butIcouldn’tfititinmytrunkwithalltheLockhartbooks."
"Whydoyouwantit?"saidHarry.
"Thesamereasoneveryoneelsewantsit,"saidHermione,"toreaduponthelegendoftheChamberofSecrets."
"What’sthat?"saidHarryquickly.
"That’sjustit.Ican’tremember,"saidHermione,bitingherlip."AndIcan’tfindthestoryanywhereelse—"
"Hermione,letmereadyourcomposition,"saidRondesperately,checkinghiswatch.
"No,Iwon’t,"saidHermione,suddenlysevere."You’vehadtendaystofinishit—"
"Ionlyneedanothertwoinches,comeon—"
Thebellrang.RonandHermioneledthewaytoHistoryofMagic,bickering.
