Aug 17, 2007 16:20
I'm going back to Hogwarts.
I have to give a lecture/speech/whatever you wish to call it to the seventh year Arithmancy class. And Professor McGonagall wants me to speak to the Gryffindors and her younger Transfiguration students as well as watch the Gryffindor vs. Slytherin quiddich final. But as I said, I don't have too much of an interest in Quiddich. I mean, I understand the rules (how could I not with Ron and Harry as friends?) and I know enough to understand just how good Harry is. And Ron and Ginny, of course.
But anyway, I was going to decline the invitation to the Quiddich Cup match and extra speeches (even though I was promised a rather comfortable seat in the Professor's Box as well as a rather delicious lunch and dinner during the extra day I'd be spending there) when Professor McGonagall tried one last attempt to make me stay.
"Well, why don't you bring young Mr Weasley? I'm sure you two must be engaged by now!"
And do you want to know something? That actually hurt. And I don't exactly know why. I mean, I don't really think about it all that much. I've very much moved on. I think.