Sorry I took so long! T-T

CHAPTER TWENTY: Diversions

Envy stretched on the bed, seeing how the room had suddenly sprung into life in a rather violent way. He lifted an eyelid and let it fall again.

"Wherever and whenever in the world I am, humans are and will be disastrous," he thought. There was a general pandemonium he'd finally discovered he could avoid if he laid quietly and stood out of the way.

"Harry, watch out!" Ron squeaked, as a rather heavy cloak was thrown at him at random.

"Sorry man, I just can't find the right one...!"

"Tell me," the redhead whined, tossing the dark piece of clothing aside. "Tell me, my mother sent MINE by mistake to Romania!"

A couple of laughs were heard. "Take mine," Seamus offered, "It gets too stuffy in the ball to wear a cloak anyway..."

"Thanks," Ron offered meekly. Envy rolled his eyes.

"And you, 'Neid?"

"Mmmmm?"

"Why aren't you chaotically trying to coordinate the color of your clothes like us?" Harry smiled amongst a pile of socks at Ron's question.

"Maybe he's just more organized than us," he suggested.

Envy forced a smile. "There isn't much to combine when all you're gonna wear is black..."

The room fell into silence.

"Damn..." Ron finally said. "He's right."

The undercover homunculus felt the sudden urge of slapping his forehead. He really did...

Ed, sitting on his bed too, for once probably shared Envy's feeling.

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"Hermione, why are you so absentminded?"

The brunette almost jumped in surprise. "G-Ginny! When did you come into the room?"

Luna, Lavender and Ginny looked at her as if she were crazy.

"I've been here all the while..."

Hermione sighd. "You're right, sorry. I'm absentminded today."

"I was saying," she continued, "That you have to watch out for the pumpkins, because Fred told me they bewitched some of them."

"What did they do?" Luna asked.

"They said," she dropped her voice, to make it sound like Fred's, " 'You'll be seeing violet for a week...' I don't know what he meant though..."

Lavender sighed. "Well, better safe than sorry. Each Halloween with them is more tragic than it should be..."

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Ron gulped.

"Do you think Hermione will want to dance with me if I ask her?"

"The way you've been eyeing her, I bet she'll be disappointed if you don't," Ed said a bit bored, halfway through a bat-shaped blueberry lolipop.

"Right. Thanks a lot, pal... Ed? Where...?" He blinked.

"Hey Harry..."

Harry hmmed.

"Is that Luna taking Ed to the dance floor...?"

Harry grabbed his friend's shoulder and turned him round. "Pretend you didn't see anything"

"Ooooooooooooooook..." Ron was about to pour himself some pumpkin juice, but then he remembered he'd been right about to ask Hermione to dance. His eyes scanned the merrily decorated room, but though the floating candles, pumpinks, and myriads of bats made it hard to see clearly, he concluded she was nowhere in sight. He tapped Harry's shoulder again.

"Hey man, did you see Hermione?"

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"Proffessor Hohenheim?"

"Hermione, am I wrong?" He took off his spectacles and cleaned them with the border of his sleeve. "Shouldn't you be in the celebration?"

"I should, sir. But there is one thing that has been bothering me..."

He raised his eyebrow, and put the glasses back on. He gestured for head to take a seat.

She awkwardly stood forward, into the light the fireplace gave off. The Defense Against Dark Arts' office changed with the current teacher, and this time she was admired of how large and... old it seemed. A couple of wooden armchairs with red velvet uphostery were placed near the hearth, where the fire crackled gently. To a side, submerged in darkness, was a desk and many bookcases.

"I don't want to bother you, proffessor," Hermione said, "But could polyjuice potion be used on a person twice in a short period of time... let's say, half an hour, to turn that person into two different individuals?"

Hohenheim lifted an eyebrow. "I'm afraid I don't get your point."

"For example, if a person took it to get into a room as one person and come out as another one?"

He shook his head. "Interesting question, Hermione. But no, it's impossible."

"I see..." she said, looking down. "Thank you, proffessor."

Sorry for the delay. In fact, if it hadn't been because LeandroGarel wanted me to continue, I think it'd be still stuck. I'd appreciate reviews that help me improve, and let me know if I have any reader left who'd like me to keep on writing :P