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Harry was getting anxious and chilly. Next to him, Hermione shivered as well. Bracing himself against the rushes of crispy chilling wind, he took off his cloak and handed it to Hermione. She gave him a grateful smile. Ron's teeth chattered as he leaned closer to the wall for warmth. A state of disbelief and fear was entering them. They sat, numb and frozen to the bone, waiting for Professor McGonagall to retrieve them, long after they knew their hopes were futile. It was evident she had forgotten.
However hopeless they were, they continued to wait, patiently. They stood like manikans, still and motionless. Their lips had faded to a pale blue and their toes and fingers were stinging from the bitter cold. Although still October, winter had arrived, greeting them with the chills of cold air. Harry's legs took turns falling asleep, supplying him with a full supply of pain. Ron's back was suffering from a dull ache as he struggled to get into a more comfortable position in the cramped room. The girls were silent, but experiencing pain of their own.
Hunger met them on the way into the night as well. Ron groaned as an enormous rumble shook from his stomach.
Harry was hungry, but decided to ignore the acute pains in his stomach that were protesting from a lack of room. He looked around at the empty tiny room. They were in a broom closet, a broom closet, for pete's sake, who would punish students to a BROOM closet, he thought, a BROOM---
Harry jumped up into the air. "RON! HERMIONE! SU! HOW COULD WE HAVE BEEN SO STUPID?!?!? WE'RE IN A BROOM CLOSET! A BROOM CLOSET! WITH A WINDOW TO GET OUT OF! A BROOM CLOSET HAS BROOMS! WE CAN FLY OUR WAY OUT!" |
