As harry, pam, edward and susan entered the great hall, the first thing harry noticed were all the glares he was receiving from the slytherin table. Guess they weren't happy with the cook-off results. Harry winked at them, especially catching a shocked malfoy's eye who quickly snapped his fingers and one of the goons (harry had a hard time telling which was which) handed him a book which he promptly opened to the back as if looking something up in an index.
"better watch out, harry," pam teased. "looks like you're on the receiving end of a house glare."
"i'd watch out what i eat or drink if i were you," edward put in seriously, knowing full well what a house glare could do.
"ahh, i'll be fine. No worries. Hey, hermione! Over here! Sit with us."
"hello pam, susan, edward. How are you this morning?"
"my head still hurts," susan groaned, sitting at the table along with the others.
"what? Why?" hermione asked in concern.
Edward grinned at her situation. "she celebrated in the common room with the uppers a little bit too much last night." sniff. "had a bit of fire whiskey too if i'm not mistaken."
"celebration?"
"c'mon, hermione," pam inserted. "harry won! A hufflepuff pulled one over on the potions master. It was great!"
"pam, harry's an apprentice. He technically is in all the houses."
"yeah, true, but yesterday he was in the hufflepuff house so that means we won! Score!"
Hermione had to grin at her friend's cheerfulness.
Harry carefully looked over the breakfast selections and put some fruit on his plate alongside some good looking toast. He skipped over the speckled-jelly slices to go for the butter-only ones as it was easier to see if it had been dropped or not. He knew he was going to have to talk to gimpy regarding what exactly those specs in the jelly actually were.
The friends chatted about the cook-off some more, about how frazzled professor snape appeared during the entire process while harry looked calm and collected, even going so far as to grade a few papers for dada during the course of his contest.
During this conversation, the morning flock of owls came in carrying parcels, letters, papers, and four owls in particular zoomed in towards harry. Three were carrying a long package that harry could instantly tell was broomstick-sized. The other one, lost, was carrying a very red letter.
A howler.
The hall went quiet as it normally did when impending doom for a student was forthcoming.
Harry gulped while susan whimpered out, "oh, harry."
Hermione was perplexed. It was a letter in a red envelope. What was wrong with that?
Edward could sense his friend's confusion. "it's a howler, hermione. You have to open it, or else. Just watch," he said, again back in his serious expression.
As harry's hands slowly went to where the letter was still attached to lost's leg, neville had something sarcastic he just needed to get out in the open. "look, potter has a howler. I bet he's in trouble ." immediately he and some of his friends laughed.
As harry touched the envelope, it exploded and a huge booming sweet voice barreled over everyone in the hall.
Harry, sweetie! We just heard the news! Youngest seeker in centuries! Your father is so proud of you! He cried in joy when he found out! Oh honey, we're so proud of you!
Oh. My. God. It would have been better if they were actually yelling at him. They were praising him in front of the entire bloody school. He never felt more embarrassed in his whole life. Except for the time when his baby picture showing his butt got plastered on the front page of the prophet a year ago (bloody wankers always looking for ways to up their circulation).
Harry blushed a beet red. Neville's face took on a furious expression as he realized potter was being praised versus being chastised. Plus he was secretly envious that the apprentice had been given permission to join a quidditch team as a first year. The rest of the hall started laughing at the beet red harry.
He thought it stopped there, but it continued. Oh, the agony…
Oh sweetie, the last letter we sent you saying how proud we are of you becoming an apprentice just wasn't enough. We wanted your entire school to know how great we think it is that you're able to help out other students as an apprentice! Oh, you're turning out so much like me it's unbelievable. I'm so glad you are taking your studies seriously and not pulling pranks like your father. James! Put that down! You are not sending our son a rubber chicken!
Hi, son, it's dad! I wanted to let you know that i'm… i'm… i'm speechless in saying how proud i am at you becoming a seeker! And thanks for the are-cay ackage-pay of iscuits-bay. Another would be appreciated soon!
Sorry, sweetie, your father just had to say something even though this is my letter. Anyway, i was so worried about how you were going to be away from you family, all alone at hogwarts this year. But it appears you are doing fine. I'm so glad, sweetie!
Leon, your sisters, sirius, amy and their family, and remus all say hi and send their love. You'll be happy to know that leon has moved back to his old room. Something about the hand of doom depantsing him every night for a week helping him make that decision.
Oh yes, thank you sweetie for the flowers on my birthday! It was thoughtful of you to send flowers to me. All my friends are telling me you're such a sweetie for sending your dear mommy flowers. You're such a dear, sweetheart. Congratulations again, sweetie. Love you.
Mommy
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