by Hermionie Miranda
I’m not having the best time currently, as some 2nd year girl smacked my foot while looking for her shoes under the bed, where I was hiding. She kept searching for what felt like countless hours. Finally, annoyed, I nudged her shoes towards her, just a bit. I took this as an opportunity to see who the annoying smacking shoe-searcher was. My heart started pounding when I realized who it was: Destri Weasley.
Destri was the one who demanded to inspect my paw prints last time. I couldn’t believe my horrid luck – I had run into her AGAIN! She wasn’t in her tree costume this time, at least. As I tried moving back towards the wall, I hit my head against the bed frame. Not only that, but my lion head fell off too! So now here I was, without a lion head, and with a horrible headache. I muttered some wizard swears, but in barely a whisper, because I knew Destri was still in the room.
Honestly, the only choice I had now was to wait until Destri left the room. I watched from under the bed as she grabbed her pom-poms, a megaphone, and a banner. Obviously, she was going to Spice Squad practice. Suddenly I realized I was kind of stalking her… and that just made me feel
I inched my way out from under the bed slowly, careful not to hit my head again. Then I looked both ways, and looked at the window. I ran to it, and in record timing opened it. I climbed through with some slight struggle, but I made it in the end. Only then I realized I dropped something: you, Diary! I reached my arm back out of the window, frantically trying to pick you up. Godric knows how silly I was looking. I finally got you, and I climbed out of the window slowly.
I decided my best bet now was to go back home, to the Hufflepuff Common Room. It was too risky staying here for now. I took off my lion costume (paws, tail, mane, and of course, fur) and held it along with my lion head. I started to run down to the Sett, when my dumb lion head HAD to fall down. As I bent down to pick it up, I realized I was facing Chadwick Cadet, one of the Paw Print’s heads. I prayed he didn’t notice the costume I was holding.
“Hey Herms! Remember to send in a submission for the Paw Print… the next issue is going up soon!” Chad said, and he left.
That’s literally all he said. He didn’t even ask about the costume. Did he even notice the costume? Apparently my luck with encountering Chadwick was golden.
I ran and ran and ran until I finally reached the common room. I gave the password, and as soon as the doorknob showed itself, I turned it and barged in.
Except I wasn’t prepared to have dozens of Hufflepuffs stare at me the minute I came in. What looked so odd about me, anyway? A lot of people owned lion costumes.
Then I realized… my whiskers. I forgot to take off my whiskers!
Humiliated, I quickly rushed off to the girls’ dormitory, face down the entire walk. I collapsed on my bed with a sigh.
Invading was such hard work! All I wanted to do was just learn more about the lions. Instead, I get injured, caught with a lion costume, and caught in whiskers. Sheesh! Nonetheless, I was happy about one thing – I was home! As the badgers say, home is where the Sett is.
But the adventure of invading Gryffindor is far from over.
-Herms the Badger “Lion”