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Dark And Difficult Times Lie Ahead

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Cadoan Berkeley

Dark and Difficult Times Lie Ahead

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David Bane

Cadoan Berkeley

Rain had cancelled all outdoor classes and activities. Ever since yesterday it had been pouring down, faster and harder the drops fell as the hours ticked away. It seemed like students had sheltered inside the Great Hall, or at least a few whose classes had been rescheduled. Most of them played a wizard’s chess match, or chatted as above them thunder rolled and roared outside.

 

The hall was abnormally dim due to the changing ceiling. *Cadoan Berkeley wondered if Headmaster Weasley would reverse the spell as dinner neared the hour. As the young wizard sat at the Gryffindor table with a few others, he remembered the plans he had made with the Hufflepuff co-captain, Camden. Stupid rain, it had ruined everything. Keegan and he were supposed to head to the Forest along with Benny. They’d have to reschedule though, all because of the weather.

 

Just yesterday morning, a Gryffindor girl had announced to her housemates at breakfast that Hogwarts was expected to receive least ten inches of rain from the incoming storm. Or, now that he thought about it, the info had come from her copy of the daily prophet, which the pages, along with the owl which delivered the paper were soaked. Cadoan had been expecting a letter, but he wondered if he would be able to get it due to the storm. It was from his eldest brother, Charles Berkeley, also a mediwizard at St. Mungo’s Hospital. They had been discussing the recent attacks on Hogwarts over the holiday.

 

It was a shocking column that had been published in the Daily Prophet by none other than the notorious Rita Skeeter. That woman didn’t miss a beat, did she? The final bell sounded, and soon chessboards vanished as they were replaced by drinks. Later the dinner would appear, when everyone had time to reach the Hall for the meal; it had always been that way.

 

Cadoan helped himself to a drink as he awaited friends to make their way down from the tower, and hopefully for an owl to swoop down and deliver his parcel. Only a tough owl could make it through such rough weather, however.

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David Bane

Rain, rain, go away… come… no, just go away.

 

David could hear the rain against the windows as he made his way down from the Gryffindor tower. Apparently everything involving going outside was cancelled or at least that’s the word that was spread around the school. David paused for a moment to look out one of the windows. Holy Wowzers! It was raining hard. The castle could build a moat with all that water, albeit it would look pretty tacky. He made a face and sighed, the rain not looking like it would end anytime soon. Not that it really mattered all that much to be honest. David wasn’t really planning on going out any. He didn’t really have any need to anymore. No quidditch. Moving away from the window, he started making his way down the stairs once again.

 

Eventually David had reached his destination: The Great Hall. Yes, as a growing boy he needed to eat, so when he was hungry… he ate. Although when he entered the great hall he paused for a moment. It was rather dark for a place that served food. Okay, well it wasn’t dark-dark, it was just dim. Not what David was expecting, but no matter, that can’t stop him from eating a muffin. He headed for the Gryffindor table, but with no pep in his step.

 

Oh, he wasn’t going to be alone. That was good news. As David got closer to the table he recognized who the student was. One Mr. Cadoan Berkeley. You know what? They hadn’t talked for awhile. Perhaps it was time for some catching up… and David could eat a muffin at the same time. Life was good. Well, you know, minus no quidditch. That kind of made things sad. Oh, and the dimness in the Great Hall. Why was everything so dark? The castle needed some light and life. Everyone walking around gloomy wasn’t good.

 

“Hello,” David said sliding in beside the older Gryffindor. He rested his elbows on the table and leaned forward. “You don’t mind if I sit here?” He smiled and sat completely down; elbows off the table. “So, how’s it going Cadoan?” He asked nonchalantly, while looking for… a muffin. “I haven’t talk to you for awhile. Anything new?” Hmm, well that sounded like every other normal conversation that any other normal person would make. At the moment… he didn’t mind so much. “What did you do over the break? Umm, do you know where the muffins are?” He smiled nervously and drummed his fingers on the table.

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Cadoan Berkeley

Things hadn't changed too much within the next moment, except for the rain perhaps. The downpour either poured down in three variations, one was hard, the next very hard, and then there was really hard, so hard in fact that *Cadoan Berkeley couldn't himself think as the drops tackled against the castle's ancient framing. Students had begun to file into the hall, as it was dinner time, and nobody had wanted to miss the meal did they? Besides, it wasn’t like there was anything to do outside. A miserable sigh exhausted from the young boy as he had took a swallow of a cup of water that he had poured for himself just a minute ago.

 

A familiar voice had greeted Cadoan at the Gryffindor table. Turning at the side, he recognized it belonged to one David Bane, and he nodded with a slight grin in welcome. Bane was a boy that he met last year in the Hogsmeade village. It was a real blow that now he would have to wait until the term was over to village once more. Stupid death eaters had done this, he thought. The thought had only made him to want more justice for the castle, partly reason why he had aspired being an auror.

 

“’Course not,” Cadoan had replied softly, ensuring David it was right that he had sat here. It was bit of a relief anyway, now that Reginald was gone, and Keegan or Jordan was nowhere to be found, he needed someone to sit with. David seemed a bit cheerful compared to most the others. They hadn’t spoken in a long time, or at least gotten a chance to have a conversation. Spare waves in the hallway never counted as much.

 

“Nope, not much is new,” he answered in the same soft tone, a bit bleak. In fact, a lot of stuff was new. Things had changed a great deal since they had last met up, and perhaps if Cadoan was in a usual mood, his outgoingness surely would’ve naturally brought out most of the occurrences.

 

As the first year searched the table for who knows what he asked about the winter break. Besides a living hell, Cadoan thought to himself. “It was alright,” he lied. “That extra few weeks were really boring though- didn’t do much.” Memories of being cooped up in by fireplaces reignited in his head. There was old muggle movies that he had he watched, and leftover turkey from the Christmas dinner for a lunchtime snack. Ha- but the best times were the trips to Diagon Alley.

 

The food had popped in vision onto the table as the hall had filled. Conversation was a lot lower than it normal. Glaring at the high dark ceilings, Cadoan looked up, patiently awaiting his letter, if he would get it at all. “The muffins?” He had spoken quietly once more, but this time his eyes gaze was fixed above him as he looked up. “They’re right there.” Unconsciously he pointed at basket of muffins, nearly poking one. He had always eaten here, and the muffins were in the same place every time.

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David Bane

Well at least Cadoan didn’t care that he was going to be sitting there. He didn’t think he would, but never hurt to ask, especially with a lot of people being all depressed and moody lately. Back in the common room David had asked to borrow some parchment from someone and you know how they responded? ‘Bloody Hell! Why don’t you get your own parchment’. True story. Right after that was said, the person stormed up to their dorm, leaving David to just stare at the wall with a bewildered look. Seriously, did they have to snap like that? Something was definitely going on. Either that or the rain just amplified everything. Which was very plausible actually. However spring usually had its high amount of rain and if this is how it was going to be every time it rained… well, David would just hide in the dueling chamber.

 

Cadoan’s response to David’s question even sounded a bit melancholy. David said nothing, just rested his elbow on the table. Cadoan went on to explain to David how his break was. He didn’t do anything. Didn’t sound very exciting, but then again David couldn’t say much else. The only interesting thing that happened to him was that he was moved out of the castle before the Death Eaters attacked. Not really all that exciting. Maybe if he got to stay it would’ve been a little exciting and a whole of scary. “Mine wasn’t very fun-filled either.” David added in quickly after Cadoan had finished talking.

 

Finally the food appeared and Cadoan had pointed out the muffins. “A-ha!” David said reaching over and grabbing one. What flavor was this one? David broke off a piece and stuck it in his mouth. Blueberry it was. David grinned and grabbed some more and stuck it in his mouth. “The muffins are good.” David commented more to himself, but he said it loud enough for Cadoan to hear it. He turned back to the boy and sighed. “You know I had to finish a three page essay yesterday. Let me tell you it was not fun.” He chuckled a bit, trying to lighten the mood somewhat, but something seemed to be bugging the older Gryffindor boy. So… David was going to be blunt. He rubbed the back of his neck and then just came out with it. “Is, umm, something wrong?” Or was David just imagining things?

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Woden

Wodie was rather surly. The rain had dampened his flying feathers and his insulating ones as well. He was chilled and harried. The distance from the magical hospital to Hogwarts was lengthened by a strong wind blowing him of course. He had hit a windsheer over Bristol and had nearly hit the side of a business building. Those muggles build so high his dismal hooting seemed to say. Finally he landed in the Great Hall and flew around a few times, just to warm up. Spotting his charge, he descended and landed, wetly on the table beside Cadoan Berkeley.

 

"Hoot!" he said with a look of mild frustration, flapping the rain from his wings. There was a rolled up copy of the Daily Prophet and the following note.

 

 

St. Mungo's Hospital for Magical Maladies and Injuries

Charles Berkeley- Medical Wizard

 

 

Dear Brother,

 

Not much has happened since I had last written. A few new patients have come in injured from battles from encounters with death eaters, but nothing out of the ordinary. I don't have much connection to the ministry, but mom would probably be of best luck to ask. Maybe she's heard something, but if you really want to know I might could write to her. There is talk around the 4th floor though. People are saying there's no way that the Dark Lord is dead- no matter what those aurors at your school say.

 

Anyways, I sent the evening edition of the prophet- its free here.

 

P.S. You do plan on trying out for Quidditch next year don't you? Have you been able to practice any?

 

-Charles

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Cadoan Berkeley

“Is something wrong?”

 

The second year continued to stare into the high ceiling. Cadoan was about to answer, but then as he spotted an owl darting above, a smile stretched across his face. “Not anymore,” he looked to David, a bit more cheerful now. “Are these cookies?” The boy grabbed a couple of large round warm cookies, freshly baked. Woden was the owl, Cadoan recognized as it came closer towards the Gryffindor table. ‘For me, for me,’ he pleaded in subliminal thoughts.

 

In a moment or so, the fowl swooped down towards him. Cautiously, Cadoan snatched up the basket of cookies so that Woden wouldn’t get his feathers in them- or even worse, get them wet. The owl’s feathers were soaked when he landed, no doubt from the rain that could still be heard above. "Hoot!" …Umm, did birds have emotions? The young Gryffindor could’ve sworn he looked a flustered.

 

“Thanks,” he held out a bitten piece of cookie to Woden, hoping the treat would somehow comfort him. Before grabbing his wet parcel, he withdrew his wand and conjured a cleaning charm, although feathers continued to leak water on the Gryffindor table. There was a Daily Prophet, and the letter from his brother Charles. Charles worked at St. Mungo’s, well he interned there at least.

 

Anxious, he ripped open the message and read it quickly. A sigh exhausted from the second year once he realized that there was nothing too interesting there. Oh how badly he wanted to know more about the attacks over the winter, and the Dark Lord’s so called death. According to Charles, the dark lord wasn’t even dead. Now whatever happened to that school governor?

 

Turning to David once more, it hit him. The first time the pair had met was in Hogsmeade village- and David wasn’t even sorted then. Perhaps it was all the thinking that had helped him compose his memories so correctly. So, was David a person of the village- did he know anything about what happened over the winter?

 

“Hey, where did you go over the break?”

 

“Want a cookie?” He placed the basket back on the table and beckoned for his friend to have one.

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David Bane

Apparently whatever had been wrong with the older Gryffindor boy was no longer a problem. “Yeah, those are cookies but---” The boy took the cookies and turned his attention up towards the ceiling. Oh, it was mail time. David watched a few of the owls overhead as the moved closer to the tables. David quickly grabbed the muffins and pulled them towards him in case the owl wanted to make a crash landing. It was good timing on David’s part, for as soon as he moved the basket one of the owls landed and spread its wings. Probably would’ve knocked them all over too. Cadoan seemed to be thinking the same thing as he had snatched the cookies away. The owl even went into some hooting, which Cadoan replied too by shoving cookies down its beak giving it a piece of a cookie. David would’ve given it a muffin had he not been distracted by the puddle that was forming near his edge of the table. He was a water magnet of sorts it seemed.

 

Cadoan read his letter and David kept quiet by breaking off a piece of the muffin and chewing on it. Where did Hogwarts get all this food? David looked around the Great Hall and the thing is that every table had tons of food on it. There wasn’t exactly a shortage on students and their hunger. Could the house elves really make all these food? Oh hey, wait, Cadoan was talking to him now. It would probably be best to pay attention to what the older boy was saying. Or… David could just sit there and eat his muffin and pretend to listen? No, that would be bad. What kind of friend would that make him? Not a very good one that’s for sure.

 

“Well,” David began, swallowing the muffin piece he was chewing on. “I was suppose to stay here at the castle, but remember that we all got ushered out and what not. So, me not wanting to go back to the orphanage, stayed in a little inn at Diagon Alley. Luckily, I wasn’t the only student there. Some were there with their parents. Mostly foreign parents, because their son or daughter didn’t want to go back to France or Germany or whatnot. And--- No thank you, I have a muffin--- where was I? Oh, right. So I stayed there for the remainder of the break. So yeah, that was about it. I wish I could’ve stayed though and watched. I talked to Merrick about the whole thing the other day and yeah.” He crossed his arms and gave a little nod. “Why do you ask? What did you do? Anything exciting?” There really wasn’t much else to tell. He wanted to stay, but couldn’t, so was moved to another location and had to wait till everything was all cleaned up. Sad thing really. He just wished they were able to save the quidditch pitch… and we digress. Time to move onwards. Or try at least.

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