"Where are you going?" Quen asked curiously, that same morning.
"Hogsmeade," Ginny replied.
"Hogsmeade?" Quen dropped the book she was reading. "As in, Hogsmeade the historical village?"
"Yes," Ginny replied. "But first years aren't allowed," she added gloomily.
"Oh."
"Don't worry, I'll bring you something back," Ginny said quickly. "Bye,"
Then she left.
Galagan stood hidden behind a shelf full of sugar quills and sherbet balls.
He was in Honeydukes, waiting for just the right moment...he needed the Flame Haired Boy to come to just the right spot.
And then he did. He came along with Harry Potter and a girl.
Galagan waited until the boy was looking at chocolate frogs before raising his wand.
This opportunity was too good to miss.
"I'm back," Ginny said cheerfully. "Aren't you going to get ready?"
Quen looked up from her book. "Ready for what?"
"The Halloween feast, silly." Ginny chuckled.
"Well, I am dressed, aren't I?" Quen demanded with a smile.
Ginny chuckled again. "Here, I bought you something from Hogsmeade..." she pulled out a little butterfly. "It's a pin," she pinned it onto Quen's robes. "There."
"Thanks," said Quen, and she walked toward her dormitory.
"Where are you going?" Ginny called after her.
"To put my book away," She walked up to her dorm, put away her book, made a face at the mirror ("you don't have to be so rude," cried her reflection), and came back to the common room.
"What are you waiting for? Come on!"
They entered the Great Hall around 6:30.
"We're the first ones here," Ginny said, grinning.
About five minutes later, people began pouring in.
"Ginny, have you seen Ron?" Harry asked when he came in.
Ginny shook her head and continued playing with her fork.
They were interrupted by Dumbledore's speech.
"Ginny, where is he?" Quen asked anxiously.
"Maybe he's caught up in Hogsmeade," Ginny offered nervously, looking seriously doubtful.
"Hello, Green Onion," a voice whispered over Quen's shoulder.
It was Galagan, the from Quen's potions class. He was holding a terrified looking rabbit.
"Um, hi," Quen grumbled.
"Oh, what a cute rabbit!" Ginny squealed. "Where'd you get it?"
"Hogsmeade," Galagan announced, taking a seat across from Quen.
Quen shifted in her seat. She pulled Ginny over and whispered in her ear: "I'm going to look for him,"
Ginny looked stricken "What-"
"Look, you don't have to come with me!" with that, Quen walked quietly out of the Great Hall.
It seemed like a long walk down the hall.
"Shouldn't you be at the feast?" the Fat Lady grumbled when Quen arrived at the portrait hole.
Quen muttered the password and stepped into the empty common room.
"Ron?" she hissed. "Ron!"
PING!
Quen jumped. The fallen lamp blew out.
"Hello?" she called. "Who's there?"
She stepped back.
The lights went out.
WHAM!
Icicle Delantey appeared right in the center of the floor.
"I love doing that!" she crowed turned on the lights and laughed at the look on Quen's face.
"What are you doing?" Quen gasped.
Icicle pretended to look insulted.
"Well I only found what you were looking for, but..."
"Where is he?" Quen was practically hysterical. "What did you do to him? If you-"
Icicle sighed and held up a hand.
"Allow me to explain," she cleared her throat. "You see, people get angry, and some people use transfiguration too calm anger..."
"Icicle, please!" Quen could feel her anger welling up. In a softer, pleading tone she added, "What did you do?"
"What did I do?" Icicle laughed. "I didn't do anything,"
She drew a rabbit from her robes and handed it to Quen.
"Very funny," said Quen with tears in her eyes.
"Yes, very funny looking creature, isn't he?" Icicle grinned.
"You know very well this isn't Ron!" Quen howled angrily.
Icicle ignored this and placed the rabbit on the carpeted floor.
"Regulara Nemesis!" she hissed.
The rabbit twitched, and to Quen's horror, it grew larger, it's fur disappeared, it slowly melted into the form of-
"Ron?" Quen shrieked.