Sunset POV
Time passed rapidly. It was Halloween, also the day of the Wingardium Leviosa test. I went into the charms classroom, sitting next to Violet. “You know,” said Violet. “You’d love my younger brother, Klaus,” she said. “Loves books. Very quiet, studious. Brave. You’d get on like a house on fire.”
I smiled. “Hmm,” I said.
Professor Flitwick began to speak. “Okay, let’s see you do it, children!”
“Wingardium Leviosa!” I cried, swishing my wand over the feather. The white feather rose off the table and into the air. “Yes!” cried Violet, high-fiving me. “You did it!”
“20 points to Gryffindor,” said Flitwick.
I lowered the feather. “Go on, Violet.”
Violet raised her wand. Bang. We turned to see Seamus Finnigan had blown up his feather. At the next table, I saw Ron and Hermione fighting.
“It’s Leviohsah!” cried Hermione. “Not Leviohsa!”
Ron snarled. “Oh go on then,” he growled. “If you’re so clever!”
Hermione raised her wand. “Wingardium Leviosa!” she cried, the feather rising off her desk.
Hermione crossed her arms smugly. Ron glared at her.
“Oh well done, Miss Granger!” cried Flitwick. “20 points to Gryffindor!”
The bell rang for dinner. Ron stormed out.
Harry and Ron were discussing the lesson. Hermione brushed past them, in tears. “Ron,” I said. “I think she heard you.”
Everyone went in the Great Hall. We were all eating peacefully, when Quirrel came in, panting. “TROLL!” he shouted. “TROLL IN THE DUNGEON!”
I looked at Harry. “Harry!” I hissed. “Hermione doesn’t know!”
A piece of chocolate flew at Draco’s face. “Silence!” shouted Dumbledore. “Go to the common room in an orderly fashion. Prefects, lead the way.”
Violet and Twilight seemed to be thinking along the same lines. Twilight nodded, as Harry grabbed Ron, as we ran towards the Dungeon.
“NO!” shouted Twilight. “It’s going in the girls’ lavatory!”
“I’m going in,” I said. “I’m an Animagus. I’ll fight it.”
“Sunset, no!” cried Harry. “You’re not going alone. We’ll do this together. This is Hermione we’re talking about. We have to help her.”
“At the very least, I’ll distract it,” I said. “Come on!”
We ran into the girls’ toilets. Hermione was backing away, squeaking. I transformed into my Animagus, a royal bengal tiger. I roared, bounding towards the troll. “What do we do?” asked Harry.
“Sunset’s distracting it,” said Twilight, as she and Violet went towards Hermione. The troll smashed the sinks and cubicles. I circled the troll. “Come on!” shouted Twilight to Harry. “Think!”
Harry climbed onto the troll’s back. Relieved, I returned to my human form. Harry stuck his wand up the troll’s nose. Twilight and Violet were trying to calm Hermione down. “WINGARDIUM LEVIOSA!” bellowed Ron, making the troll’s club fly in the air and onto the troll’s head. The troll fell to the ground.
“Ew,” said Harry. “Troll bogeys.”
I pulled out a tissue. “Here,” I said.
Harry nodded. He wiped the bogeys off his wand.
Professor Snape, Professor Quirrel and Professor McGonagall came in.
“Oh my,” said Professor McGonagall.
“Professor,” said Hermione. “I went looking for the troll. I read all about them and these guys, they saved me. Sunset used a rather complicated spell to distract the troll. If they hadn’t come, I would be dead.”
“You goose, Hermione Granger,” said Professor McGonagall. “5 points off Gryffindor for your stupidity. However, for your bravery, 10 points to Gryffindor each, and 10 points to Ravenclaw each.”
I looked at Ron and Harry. “Seriously?” asked Harry.
“Deadly serious,” replied Professor McGonagall.
When we returned to our common rooms, Hermione was waiting for us. Sometimes defeating a mountain troll can strike up the most unusual friendships.