Going Home Closed

James found it slightly entertaining that Marissa answered his questions without any words at all. Marissa slowly let her box open a crack, which let a small croak escape from within.
“Oh!...” James marveled. Marissa giggled, and pulled out the chocolate frog, that was moving as if it were a real frog. Then, Marissa ate it just like that.
James couldn’t help but laugh. He saw Marissa look inside her Chocolate Frog box, and James spotted some kind of card inside. James became interested in his own box, and opened it slightly to hear a croak almost identical to the one Marissa had echo from inside. James snapped the box closed playfully, and then reached in to pull the frog out. It wiggled in his grasp, which made him feel a little grossed out, but without looking at it too much, he bit into the side of it.
Surprisingly, the chocolate tasted amazing and exactly like chocolate! James was glad it didn’t taste like frog, whatever that tasted like, which he didn’t want to know.
James smiled as he feasted on the now still chocolate amphibian. Marissa was looking out the window, and James was about to follow suit, but then looked down into his chocolate frog box instead. Inside, he saw a picture of a merry, red-haired witch wearing yellow robes and waving cheerily at James from the picture. James was taken aback for a moment, but then remembered that pictures moved. He would have laughed at himself, but he was too busy reading the name: Helga Hufflepuff.
It was a little odd for James to be looking at a moving picture of his house’s founder. Now that he thought about it, he realized he hadn’t much.
“Thanks!” James remembered to say to Marissa.

Whilst James was looking in awe at his chocolate frog, Marissa was glacing outside. She wasn’t really there, but in her own thoughts. Earlier she wondered if Claryssa would meet up with her, but the truth came like a hurricane. Marissa’s twin sister Claryssa had fallen ill during March and had to be sent home. So far her health has been okay, but she was not herself. Mari frowned to herself, worrying about how her sister was back at home. How horrible it must be to be missing out on everything at Hogwarts, especially the classes since she was a Ravenclaw. Claryssa was always the smart one.

Mari snapped out of it and shook her head, looking back to James with a smile. “F-fox ears.” She teased and giggled as she leaned over and played with James’ hair for a second. Marissa remembered when she saw James in the corridor with fox ears. Apart from the bully, it was a positive memory to recall. Probably not for James, but for Marissa it was. She still wondered how he did it without getting caught. Poking her tongue out and then crossing her eyes, Marissa began to laugh at her own joke. She was meant to make a weird face to cheer James up but it probably looked awful!