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"Yes, Yes, I will," said Lupin.
"Stand aside, you silly girl... stand aside, now...."
"Yeah..." Face dry, Harry looked up. "Why -- you didn't know my dad, did you?"
He was falling, falling through the icy mist.
"Can we have another go? Just one more go?"
"There's nothing wrong with Malfoy's arm!" said Harry furiously. "He's faking it!"
Harry looked curiously at the goblet. Lupin smiled.
Christmas spirit was definitely thin on the ground in the Gryffindor common room that morning. Hermione had shut Crookshanks in her dormitory, but was furious with Ron for trying to kick him; Ron was still fuming about Crookshanks's fresh attempt to eat Scabbers. Harry gave up trying to make them talk to each other and devoted himself to examining the Firebolt, which he had brought down to the common room with him. For some reason this seemed to annoy Hermione as well; she didn't say anything, but she kept looking darkly at the broom as though it too had been criticizing her cat.
"I don't know," said Hermione pensively. "But I really hope Professor Lupin gets better soon...."
"Dissendium!" Harry whispered, tapping the stone witch again.
Lupin's briefcase slipped from the desk; he had to stoop quickly to catch it.
"Well, get back to your common room where you belong!" snapped Filch, and he stood glaring until Harry had passed out of sight.
With a jolt of panic, Harry threw himself flat to the broornhandle and zoomed toward the Snitch.
"It's not fair, he was only filling in, why should he give us homework?"
He lost track of time. It was getting harder and harder to hold his broom straight. The sky was getting darker, as though night had decided to come early. Twice Harry nearly hit another player, without knowing whether it was a teammate or opponent; everyone was now so wet, and the rain so thick, he could hardly tell them apart....
"Seriously," said Professor McGonagall, and she was actually smiling. "I daresay you'll need to get the feel of it before Saturday's match, won't you? And Potter -- do try and win, won't you? Or we'll be out of the running for the eighth year. in a row, as Professor Snape was kind enough to remind me only last night....";