“Oh come on Ron!” said Hermione, hitting him on the arm. “Try and look on the bright side of life.” “Anyway,” said Harry, trying to follow Hermione’s advice and change the subject, “what are you two doing down here anyway?” To this, Hermione and Ron looked at each other and grinned. “Oh Harry…” said Hermione. “You know we’d never pass up a chance to hear how it went with you and Cho.” The weeks went by, and the excitement for the field trip was building to almost the point of explosion. All that anyone was talking about, except for the first years of course, was the trip. Even Harry, Malfoy, Ron, and Hermione were drawn into a few conversations. From these, they figured out that it would actually be a very exciting time. Students would form groups of five, and along with a guide, they could go anywhere they wanted inside the pyramid. In fact, the only bad part about the trip was that it started the day after Christmas. Even though this didn’t affect Harry too much, students that would like to see their families over the winter holidays were a little hurt. But, their pain was short-lived. Once they remembered why they would not be seeing their families this holiday, they practically forgot all about them. Despite all of this excitement, December twenty-fifth rolled around, much faster than Harry expected it to. As usual, and it was practically a tradition now, Harry was awoken by a forcefully thrown present from Ron, right on his face. “Arg!” groaned Harry from the impact. This year, he had perfected his aim and had hit Harry’s face with a corner of the box. “Stop doing that!” “Sorry,” said Ron, not very apologetically. “Force of habit.” Harry sat up and pulled his glasses on over his face, letting the world come into focus around him. He saw that Ron was at the end of his bed, piling his presents up in one massive stack. Seamus and Dean were getting right down to the point and tearing the paper off of their gifts, revealing the goodies hidden within. Harry looked down at Neville’s bed and was unsurprised to see that he wasn’t there, and neither were his presents. He was probably spending his Christmas with Voldemort…. In fact, that’s probably where he had spent the nights for the past two months, no one had seen him anywhere but classes since the last Dueling Club meeting.