Written for Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry
APRIL EVENT: Spring Themed Bingo
Prompt: (month) April
Hard Days At Shell Cottage
"Harry, it is April the eighteenth already," said Hermione.
"I know," he replied through gritted teeth. He knew she was worrying about the task at hand, but sometimes she just got a bit too annoying.
"When will we leave? We've been here for weeks," she said.
"So?" said Ron, taking another bite of his sausages. "Atleast we do not have to eat burnt mushrooms."
"Honestly Ronald, all you care about is food!"
Harry sighed; he did not want them to start fighting again. "Hermione, we'll leave as soon as Griphook answers."
"And what are we supposed to do until then?" she asked.
"Think of what the thing from Ravenclaw might be, and where it could have been hidden," said Harry.
With his mouth full, Ron added, "And think of how to—"
He stopped abruptly, noticing long fingers holding the door. Following his gaze, Hermione sighed, "Oh dear!"
Normally, Harry would have been irritated by Griphook's behaviour; but for now, he was thankful—atleast his friends weren't fighting again.