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Demitea (11/4/12) – Omg u have no idea how excited i was when I got the email saying u updated! And I loved this chapter! Great work and please update soon! :) ***** Sorry about my lack of "soon"...though I'd like to be able to claim I've been busy, I cannot. *sigh*

Lori94 (11/4/12) – Good one! Loved Pansy's craziness! ***** Crazy Pansy is always fun to write! =)

potterbuncker (11/15/12) – Hmmm not a bad fic so far, your spelling and grammar seem to have improved. Um quick question I know in the book out took lupins friends years to become animagus and here you want Harry and co. to learn it in a month? Thanks for sharing your work. ***** Hmm. You didn't really let me get to that yet, but...you do get some of that in this chapter. There'll be more later...and an explanation as to why/how they do it faster. Thanks for reading and reviewing though...it's definitely appreciated. And, if you see glaring mistakes (spelling and grammar), point that shite out...either in your review or in a PM…sometimes I read my chapters so many times that I just don't see them anymore. *sigh*

Author's Note

Hi all...sorry it's been so long. My only excuse is that I've been reading a lot and not writing at all... *sigh* ...and dueling on Pottemore (though not doing much of that this week either).

Okay, here's Chapter Twenty-two...if you find typos, please let me know (I couldn't stand to do a final reread!

Posted: 30 December, 2012

Word Court: 4,421 (shorter than I like and VERY dialogy)

Class of Ninety-nine

Chapter Twenty-two

"Conversing Yet AGAIN!"

"Oi, mate! Do you mind?!" Ron burst, immediately covering his eyes with one hand and holding the other up to block his view line of sight. Then, clearly changing his mind, the red-haired young man dropped both hands, while simultaneously turning away, then hobbled toward the door to leave the dorm room he shared with Blaise Zabini. Not so quickly, Ron crossed the upstairs hall and began his descent of the stairs, side-stepping Neville, who was on his way up. It was the Saturday night following his mishap on the Quidditch pitch and his leg was mostly healed—though still a bit stiff and sore—and he was irritated because Hermione insisted they study. On a Saturday night!

And now this! Ron thought as he stumbled a little, then quickly righted himself on the railing and tried to continue on.

"What's your rush, Ron?" Neville asked, putting a steadying hand on the redhead's arm.

Pausing, Ron looked at his long-time dorm mate and friend, then flung a hand upward. "Blaise is wandering about our room completely starkers. Again! I've had it!"

Neville laughed—he'd seen the darker young man's wanderings on more than one occasion—then glanced in the direction of Ron and Zabini's room and grinned. "Um...I'd say your roommate's...not at all shy, yeah?" he said with an upward nod.

Blinking at Neville, Ron followed the man's gaze to see what he was staring at—Blaise was standing just outside their door, leaning on the railing, still stark bollock naked—then squeezed his eyes shut. "What the bloody hell is the matter with you, mate?!" he hollered at his roommate, then gestured to Lavender and Lila, who'd just come out of their rooms and were now gawking at the naked man. "There are girls present!"

Blaise looked across at the girls and waved in his typical flirtatious way. "Good evening, ladies."

Lila laughed, then returned to her room—but Lavender giggled and wagged her fingers back at the man. "Hello there, Blaisy," she said, calling him by the name she'd adopted since he'd carried her back from the Three Broomsticks the weekend before.

Ron looked from Lavender to Blaise, then rolled his eyes. "Would you cover yourself up already?!" he whinged. "They may not be offended, but I am!"

"Oh, lighten up, Weasley, we all know what a cock looks like," came Millicent Bulstrode's voice from above him. She and Pansy were just coming out of Pansy's room and both were snickering.

"Yeah, and...Blaise strutting his stuff isn't at all new to us," Pansy quipped—then paused. "You know, Weasley, for someone with so many siblings, I wouldn't think you'd be such a bleeding prude."

After glaring at the two young women, Ron huffed and continued down the stairs to the Common Room.

"Bring me up some snacks, would you, mate?" Blaise called out from the railing above as his angry roommate disappeared. Then, to the girls, he said, "Do you think he will?"

Millicent snorted. "I wouldn't bet on it!"

Pansy shook her head. "Not a chance, Blaisey," she said with a laugh.

Frowning, the dark-skinned man turned and took his naked arse back into his room.

Sighing dreamily, Lavender said, "I never noticed before, but...he's really hot."

Millicent glared at the blonde. "I think you're drooling, Brown. Might want to close your mouth."

At this Pansy snickered. "Or follow Blaise into his room and open your mouth wide enough to—"


"Ouch! What the fuck, Millicent?! That hurt!" Pansy complained as she rubbed her sore shoulder and scowled at her friend. But she quickly noticed that her friend wasn't at all paying attention. Instead, she was staring after Lavender Brown, who seemed to be taking her advice and was making her way up to Blaise's room. Frowning, she studied her brick-like friend, then she let her eyes follow the blonde ex-Gryffindork—until she disappeared, closing Blaise's door quietly behind her. And then she blinked.

"Mill, are you still lusting after Blaise?"

Millicent blanched at Pansy's words. "What?! Pfft! Absolutely not!" she scoffed—then turned and disappeared into the room she shared with Lavender.


Down in the Common Room, Ron flopped onto one of the empty sofas, then raised his eyes to see who was sitting across from him. Partially blocked by an open newspaper, Ron scowled. Knowing the person by posture alone, he said, "Someone's got to control your friend, Ferret," he complained at the former Slytherin boy.

Narrowing his eyes, Draco lowered his reading material. "What are you on about, Weasel?" he snapped.

"Your friend...someone ought to control him," Ron repeated.

"And which friend would that be?" Draco asked, deliberately feigning ignorance.


Draco couldn't help but chuckle. "Naked?"

Grimacing, Ron nodded. "What the fuck is up with that anyway?"

Shrugging, the blond when back to reading his paper. "No idea."

For several minutes, the two sat there in silence; Draco reading and Ron, his head tipped back onto the sofa back, had his eyes closed. "Where's Harry?" he asked after a minute or two.

Frustrated, Draco sighed and lowered the paper again. "Excuse me?"

Ron's eyes were open again. "Harry. You know, your roomie...where is he?"

The blond rolled his eyes. "Do I look like Potter's keeper to you, Weasley?" he asked.

And then Harry appeared beside Ron—a glass of something alcoholic-looking in his hand. "Looking for me?"

Draco scowled and went back to reading, but Ron smiled and nodded. "Harry. Mate." Still grinning, the redhead moved over and patted the sofa beside him. "I've hardly seen you this week," he complained—then grabbed Harry's drink and took a healthy gulp.

Sitting down next to his friend, Harry chuckled. "Yeah...well, that's what happens when you let Hermione guilt you into studying 24/7," he quipped as he snatched his glass back and raised it to his mouth.

Ron pulled a face. "She's been...insufferable!"

Laughing again, Harry said, "You could find better places to hide."

The blond snorted, but Harry and Ron both ignored him.

Ron shook his head. "Right, mate, because...that works. She finds me anywhere."

"True that," Harry agreed.

Again Ron confiscated Harry's drink, took a swallow—and then another—then handed it back. "It's Saturday night and she wants to study...I'm telling you, the girl's mental."

Harry nodded. "Always has been," he said as he raised his glass and drank. "Hey. Where's Fred?" he asked after swallowing. "I haven't seen him in a while."

"McGonagall banned him from our Common Room for two weeks...and told him that, if he refused behave, she'd find a way to have him removed from the castle permanently. She even owled mum."


"Loads of complaints. I heard Ernie tell Lila that Neville was grumbling about Fred pushing their dorm room door open and spying on his...ahh...bedroom activities. Apparently Hannah was completely mortified when Fred started rating their technique...though that had Ernie doubled over in hysterics. And Zacharias has been carping on about being followed, claiming that Fred's been calling him names," Ron said with a roll of his eyes. "Something about him not sticking around for the battle last year."

Harry snickered at this. "Git."

Ron grinned. "I know, right? The git's a bloody coward! But Fred's gone too far. He's been calling Michael and Justin, Fruitcake One and Fruitcake Two...and telling Morag that he's dying for a blowjob and begging her to off herself so she can give him one. He even asked her to bring a friend so they can have a threesome."

His eyes wide, Harry let out another laugh. "Really?"

"Yeah...and he keeps warning Bulstrode that she ought to at least forego dessert if she hopes to ever get laid again," Ron continued. "Hmm. Again. That makes me wonder how my brother knows anything about Bulstrode's sexual activities."

Instantly, Draco dropped his paper again and glared at the two former lions with disgust. "Oh, for Salazar's sake, you two are worse than a gaggle of gossiping Gryffindork girls!" he said, his gray eyes flashing angrily. "But, in this case, I'll gladly satisfy your curiosity, Weasley. During our fifth year, before your idiot brothers got themselves tossed out of school, I happened on them. The both of them were in an alcove with Millicent." He shuddered. "It wasn't pretty at all, let me tell you. Let's just say that Hogwarts isn't all they got tossed from."

Almost choking on his drink, Harry swallowed hard, then burst out laughing—but Ron turned green and made a few retching noises. "That's just...way too much information, Malfoy. I think I'm going to be sick," he whinged, making a show of gagging again.

His paper up in front of his face again, Draco said, "Curiosity killed the Kneazle, Weasley."

Once again, Ron shuddered, then tried to remove thoughts of Millicent Bulstrode in alcoves with Fred and George from his mind and made every attempt to focus. "So, before we were so rudely interrupted," he said, sending a glare over at the newspaper wall that separated them from the snarky blond, "where was I?"

"Fred's banning. Malfoy just gave us images of—"

"Right! Don't remind me," Ron said, cutting him off. "So, Sophie said Fred's been hovering on the upstairs landing outside the girls' dorms, chucking things into their rooms if they leave their doors unlocked. Evidently he can't push open locked doors...according to Quincy, who's been actively assessing Fred's abilities."

"He's such a Ravenclaw," Harry said, "but, good to know."

Ron nodded. "Definitely. As good as it is to see and talk to Fred again, he's been a right pain in the arse! And not just in our House. Gin told me McGonagall's banned him from Gryffindor tower as well...for a month! She didn't elaborate on his shenanigans there, but I suspect it was worse than here...and I heard it's the same in Hufflepuff and Slytherin."

Harry chuckled. "Well, that's just like Fred, isn't it?"

Ron nodded. "Absolutely!"

"I'm just surprised that George isn't here joining in."

"Oh, didn't I tell you? After George's initial visit, with the family that first day Fred was back, he's refused to come again. He says it's not his Fred. I actually think that's why Fred's acting up so much."

Harry nodded. "Makes sense."

"So, Fred's also managed to maneuver himself into Lila and Morag's toilet and...somehow threw a cauldron of toilet water all over Parkinson's bed."

Harry couldn't help but laugh at this.

"That's not very nice, Potter!" Draco snapped from the other sofa. He'd dropped his paper to his lap again and was glaring at the other two boys—who snorted in unison. "It was a sodding mess! Pansy was quite upset."

"It's not like she doesn't bloody well deserve it, Malfoy," Ron said. "You and your Housemates have been insufferable throughout the years."

"Do you even hear yourself, Weasley? It's not as if your lot has treated us any better."

Ron just rolled his eyes and turned back to his friend. "So yeah, loads of complaints."

"Can McGonagall really remove him from the castle?" Harry asked. Having Fred here might be hard on them, but what would removing him from Hogwarts do to him?

Ron shrugged. "Who knows...maybe she can box him up and give him to mum...or George. That would sure make it real for George, yeah?"

"I suppose, but...seems like the castle is a better place for him though. It's bigger and has more places for him to go. George's place, or even the Burrow, would be so...cramped. Don't you think?"

"Might, yeah."

"Better tell Freddie Boy to behave himself, Weasley, or he might find himself itinerant," Draco put in.

"Shut it, Malfoy!" Ron quickly barked. "This doesn't concern you."

Sighing, the blond neatly folded his paper, set it down beside him, then sat up and leaned forward. "That's where you're wrong, Weasel. If that ghost brother of yours is in my space, harassing people I have to live with, then it's absolutely a concern of mine...even if I don't particularly like some of you twats! And further—"

"All right, Malfoy, we get it," Harry cut in. "Let's not quibble over this. Drink?" he asked, holding out his half-consumed glass.

For a moment, Draco stared at the dark-haired boy's beverage. He wanted a drink, but wasn't quite used to sharing with others...let alone Potter. "Um. No thank you, Potter," he said—then picked up his belongings, got up, and headed toward the door that would take him out of their Common Room.

Harry and Ron watched him go, then grinned at one another. "What do you suppose is eating him?" Ron asked.

"Dunno," Harry said with a shrug. "He's been pretty grumpy this week."

Ron snorted. "How can you tell? Malfoy's always grumpy."

"He received an owl at the beginning of the week," Harry said. "He didn't say so, but...I think it was from Lucius."

"Hmm. That would make me grumpy too."

"Yeah. And, speaking of grumpy...Hermione's headed this way and she doesn't look pleased at all."

"Oh fuck! She wants to study, of course, and...I'm sick to death of studying," Ron groused. "Hide me or something."

Harry laughed. "It's a bit too late for that, mate," he said, standing up in preparation to leave. "She's already seen you and...hey there, 'Mione," he greeted pleasantly when the girl stopped beside him.

"Hello, Harry. You joining our study group tonight?" she asked hopefully—and with a tone that told Harry one of her eminent lectures was imminent.

"Er...wasn't planning on it," he answered and started looking for a way to escape.

"Well, you should," she lectured—then lowered her voice to barely audible. "I would like to assemble our Animagus training group...since we did so poorly in our first session last week...Lavender's going to need us in just ten days and there's only one of us who can change. I don't want to let Lavender down and...it's not really fair to expect Millicent to do the job every month."

Ron's nose wrinkled up and both Harry and Hermione thought he was going to make a rude comment about Millicent Bulstrode—but he didn't. "Since when are you a supporter of Lavender, 'Mione? I thought you couldn't stand her."

The brunette's brow creased. "I'll be the first to admit that she's not my favorite person, but...you know very well that I don't dislike anyone, Ronald," she reminded her boyfriend—then folded her arms over her chest. "And...well...I'm sure you're also aware that the only reason I didn't care for her much was because...you were dating her." Hermione blushed as she said the last four words and glanced down at her feet, clearly embarrassed.

Ron grinned at this—her confession, not her embarrassment. "Yeah, I did know that...though, not at the time." It made him feel good that Hermione liked him enough to have been jealous over him dating Lavender, even if it was years ago...and that she was admitting it, though it obviously pained her to do so.

"So...since that's no longer the case..." the brunette started, but let her voice trail off.

Ron sighed. "All right. Where did you want to meet?"

Looking up from her feet, Hermione beamed at her boyfriend, then slid onto his lap and kissed him full on the mouth. "I have Daphne gathering people, but...I haven't seen Draco."

"He just left," Harry informed her, nodding at the Common Room door.

Reaching out, Hermione put her hand on Harry's arm and said, "Be a dear and fetch him, would you? I want all of us."

Harry wanted to protest, because...why did it always have to be him who had to deal with his moody roommate...but Hermione gave him a stern look.

"Come on, Harry...we need him," she said.

"Oh, all right!" he snapped—then got up and started for his room...to get his map.


After grabbing his map and quickly checking it, Harry stuffed it into his back pocket and made his way out of the Common Room. Closing the portrait door behind him, he turned left and head down the steps that led to the small sitting area just around a bend from the Forbidden Corridor on the third floor. Once there he stopped and silently watched at the other boy.

"You ought to take a picture, Potter, it'll last longer," the blond said without looking up from his book.

Surprised, Harry said, "How'd you know it was me?"

Without looking up from his book—and ignoring the question—the blond posed his own. "You following me around again?"

Frowning, Harry slowly approached his roommate. "No," he said simply as he sat on the sofa next to the one Malfoy was sitting on. "Hermione sent me out to look for you...she wants us to work on our Animagus training."

Glancing up over the top edge of his book, Draco leveled a glare at Harry. "It takes years of training to become an Animagus, Potter...do you really think a little practice is going to get us there?"

Harry shrugged. "Might. My father did it."

Draco rolled his eyes. "Yeah, after years of trying. Do you think that, just because you're the Chosen One, you'll be able to do it right from the off?"

"Well, obviously not, yeah? Since I failed in our first attempt last week and all, but...we still have to try."

"We don't have to do anything, Potter!" Draco snarled, snapping his book closed and tossing it onto the sofa beside him.

Frowning again, Harry said, "What's got your knickers in a twist, Malfoy?"

Glancing away, Draco stared at the one-way mirror, which gave him—both of them—a clear view into the Forbidden Corridor; it was empty.

"Come on, Malfoy...you're being more arse-like than you usually are...what the fuck's wrong with you?"

Resisting the urge to fidget—because Malfoys did not fidget—Draco gritted his teeth, then looked Harry in the eye. "Father owled at the beginning of the week. His letter basically said that, though recent events have changed some things, I am to behave like a proper Malfoy."

Harry snorted. "Why am I not at all surprised?"

Draco frowned, but verbally ignored the other boy's cut. "The thing is, I'm not really sure what that means," Draco continued. "Mother attached a short note to Father's letter...she wanted me to know that Father's in a bad way and that I should do nothing to upset him. What the fuck does that even mean? I'm all the way up here at Hogwarts...how could I possibly upset him?"

Harry frowned. "Hmm. No idea. I'm sure you'll think of something...must be a million ways piss off Lucius Malfoy," he said with a grin.

This made Draco scowl. "This isn't supposed to be amusing, Potter. I've been in a state all week and you're making jokes!" Again, the blond turned to stare through the one-way mirror. "Tell Granger I'm not practicing today."

Harry sighed. "Fine...don't practice, but...you can tell her yourself! I'm not doing your dirty work," he said as he stood up. "Come on. Let's go."

Draco glared up at his green-eyed roommate for a second, then sighed again and stood up. "Fine."


"Okay, Malfoy," Harry said with a barely stifled snicker as he and his roommate reached the entrance to their House. "Let's hear another piece of that extensively lengthy pure-blood name of yours."

Folding his arms over his chest and leaning against the banister behind him, Draco glared at the dark-haired young man. "Redundant much, Potter?" he queried petulantly. "If you think I'm going to satisfy your desire to know more about me, just because you're The-Boy-Who-Lived, you're sadly mistaken."

"Oh, come on, Malfoy, don't be a prick!" Harry snapped, leveling the blond with an equally snappish glare. "It's been at least a month since I've made you do this...the least you could do is cough up another name. And don't call me that!"

This made the blond produce one of his well-known sneers. "All right. How about this? I'll pretend you didn't call me a prick, if you do the same about what I called you. Deal?"

Lifting his hands and placing them on his hips, Harry gave a stiff nod. "Okay. And?"

"And what?"

"Names?" Harry reminded, his green eyes twinkling.

At this Draco huffed. "Why can't you just say yours, Potter? Common though it is, it's shorter...and faster. We could be inside in a second, if you'd just open the damned door."

"We'd already be in if you'd just do what I've asked you to do," Harry countered, then pointed at the door. "Go on."

"Why can't you just say yours?" Draco repeated, almost pleadingly.

"Because, like you've already established, I have a desire to learn more about you...and so you're going to stop being a brat and satisfy said desire," Harry said with a grin.

Draco ground his teeth and pushed off the stair-railing. "Fine, but...just one more name."

Harry shrugged. "Fine."


"Today," Harry added...just as the blond began to face the portrait.

Stopping, Draco looked at his roommate. "What do you mean by, today?"

"I mean that, the next time the two of us are out here together...on another day, perhaps...I'm going to ask you for another part of your massive long non-common name and you're going to give it to me," Harry said confidently.

"How do you figure?"

Harry shrugged. "Because, not even you can resist me, Malfoy. Admit it."

Draco felt himself blushing and quickly turned away from the other boy. "I hate you, Potter!"

"Yeah, tell me something I don't know...like your name!

"Fine, but...only one more and...you're going to owe me something. Something big."

Again Harry shrugged. "Fine. Now stop stalling, Draconis Scorpius Lucius A-million-something-elses Malfoy!"

"Not a million," Draco argued, his eyes on Harry again.

Crossing his arms, Harry just stared at the blond.

Huffing, Draco said, "Draconis Scorpius Lucius Abraxas Malfoy," and waited. Nothing! He knew the portrait door wouldn't open for him, because he'd not used his full name. Damn his pure-blood parents and their pure-blood naming practices! And damn Harry bloody Potter for doing this to him!

Snickering, the dark-haired boy said, "Harry James Potter," and they both watched as the portrait swung open. "Don't you just love common names," he teased.

"Fuck you, Potter...you suck!"

"Yeah, yeah, I know," Harry said. "That's what you said last time."

Frowning, Draco considered mentioning what Potter could suck—but he didn't dare. Instead he said nothing.

"So, that was your grandfather's name...Abacus?"

"I said, Abraxas, you idiot!" the blond snapped. "Are you deliberately obtuse or just a moron?"

"Um. Would you like me to talk to Hermione for you...as the thing I owe you...or do you have something else in mind?" Harry asked instead of answering the question.

At this Draco smirked. "Oh no, Potter, I'm going to expect far more than you conversing with Granger in my stead. And it'll be when you least expect it," he threatened, then turned and went inside.


"That was a disaster!" Hermione complained dramatically. Not one of them had been able to turn—except Millicent and she already knew how—and the brunette was extremely disappointed.

"I wouldn't quite use the word disaster, Hermione," Daphne said. "I mean, none of us got hurt or anything and...I've read that's actually a possibility."

Hermione bit her lip, then nodded. "Yes, that's true, but...I was just hoping—"

"That you'd be better at this than most people?" Millicent asked curtly, cutting Hermione off.

Frowning, Hermione shook her head. "No, of course not!" she said at the same time both Ron and Daphne came to her defense.

"Shut your mouth, Bulstrode!" Ron snapped right when Daphne said, "Millie, that's not fair!

Placing one hand on her boyfriend's arm and squeezing—to shut him up—then slipping her other hand into her roommate's, Hermione tried to smile at Millicent Bulstrode. "What I mean...Millicent," she said, "is that I'd really like to be able to help Lavender and we're hurting for time. I was hoping we'd have more success than this, but...I do understand that this is quite the endeavor. I am, however, truly grateful that we at least have you to be there for her. I'm sure it means the world to Lavender that you are."

For a second, all Millicent could do was stare, then she gave a stiff nod and glanced away.

"You know, Hermione, I was just thinking...maybe we could invite the rest of our House to join us in this," Daphne suggested.

Hermione frowned. "I don't know. McGonagall wanted us to keep this to ourselves.

Daphne laughed. "And do you Gryffindors always do what you're told?" asked the blonde.

Hermione looked affronted. "Of course, we do—"

"NOT!" Ron and Harry bellowed in unison—causing some laughter.

"Well then," Daphne said with a grin, "maybe there's actually another in our House who's already an Animagi. It's unlikely, but...maybe."

"Don't you think McGonagall would have already known and told us to seek the person out?" Hermione asked.

Millicent shook her head. "I don't think so...she didn't know about me until I told her. I think it's a good idea."

"Of course you do!" Ron snapped. "Since the idea came from a fellow snake."

The three girls rolled their eyes, but it was Harry who spoke. "I think it's a good idea too, Ron...Lavender could use all the help she can get, yeah?"

Ron frowned. "I suppose. All right."

"Wait! Shouldn't we at least run this by McGonagall?" Hermione asked.

Harry shook his head. "And give her a chance to say no? No way. We can tell her later, if someone's successful."

Daphne, Millicent, and Ron all nodded.

Reluctantly, Hermione finally agreed. "All right then. Should we gather everyone now?"

"I think we should," Daphne said with another nod—then glanced at Harry and Ron. "Why don't you two go get you roommates."

Both boys frowned—and so did Hermione. "Speaking of which, why wasn't Blaise here practicing with us?" she asked.

At this Millicent's face fell and she stomped out of the room.

"What's eating her?" Ron asked after the door had slammed.

Daphne didn't like gossiping, but felt she should explain. "Pansy mentioned that Lavender went up into yours and Blaise's room earlier and...Millie's sort of had a crush on Blaise for years. I'm sure she's just upset about that."

"Well then...let's not collect them then," Ron suggested with a shudder; the last thing he wanted to do was walk in on his ex-girlfriend and his current roommate. Nope! No, thank you!

Here's a bit of sum up for the month of October (in this fic)...just in case anyone is confused.

Week #4 (Sept 28th – Oct 4th)
* 4th – the first time Lavender Brown had an issue with turning into a werewolf since her bite on May 2nd (Chapter 19)

Week #5 (Oct 5th – Oct 11th)
* 5th – the first full moon Lavender changed (she changed on the 6th as well), (Chapter 20)

Week #6 (Oct 12th – Oct 18th)
* 14th – first time the Animagius group got together to train (didn't write about it...sorry)
* 17th – the Eighths vs. Gryffindor Quidditch match (Eighths win...this was in Chapter 21)

Week #7 (Oct 19th – Oct 25th)
* 24th – second meeting for Animagius training

Week #8 (Oct 26th – Nov 1st)
* 31st – Halloween (may or may not write about it)