Breakfast was the usual excitable affair [this] morning; the [Phillies fans] hissed and booed loudly as every member of the [Padres] team entered [Citizens Bank Park]. [Cory Luebke] glanced [up] and saw a clear, pale blue sky: a good omen.
The [Padres family section], a solid mass of [navy blue], cheered as [Cory and the rest of the team] approached. Harry grinned and waved; [Cory] grimaced weakly and shook his head.
"[Cheer up, Cory]!" called [a fan]. "I know you'll be brilliant!"...
"Tea?" Harry asked him. "Water? [Gatorade]?"
"Anything," said [Cory], taking a moody bite of toast...
"How are you both feeling?" [Hermione] asked.
"Fine," said Harry, who was concentrating on handing [Cory] a [cup] of [Gatorade]. "There you go, [Cory]. Drink up."
[Cory] had just raised the [cup] to his lips when Hermione spoke sharply.
"Don't drink that, [Cory]!"
Both Harry and [Cory] looked up at her.
"Why not?" said [Cory].
Hermione was now staring at Harry as though she could not believe her eyes.
"You just put something in that drink."
"Excuse me?" said Harry.
"You heard me. I saw you. You just tipped something into [Cory]'s drink. You've got the bottle in your hand right now!"
"I don't know what you're talking about," said Harry, stowing the tiny little bottle hastily in his pocket.
"[Cory], I warn you, don't drink it!" Hermione said again, alarmed, but [Cory] picked up the [cup], drained it in one gulp, and said, "Stop bossing me around, Hermione."
"She looked scandalized. Bending low so that only Harry could hear her, she hissed, "You should be [suspended] for that. I'd never have believed it of you Harry!"..
She stormed up the table away from them. Harry watched her go without regret. Hermione had never really understood what a serious business [baseball] was. He then looked around at [Cory], who was smacking his lips.
"I want a word with you, Harry." She took a deep breath. "You shouldn't have done it. You heard [Selig], it's illegal."
"What are you going to do, turn us in?" demanded [Cory].
"What are you two talking about?" asked Harry, turning away to hang up his robes so that neither of them would see him grinning.
"You know perfectly well what we're talking about!" said Hermione shrilly. "You spiked [Cory]'s [Gatorade] with lucky potion at breakfast! Felix Felicis!"
"No, I didn't," said Harry, turning back to face them both.
"Yes you did, Harry, and that's why everything went right, there were [Phillies] players [striking out a lot], and [Cory pitched lights out]!"
"I didn't put it in!" said Harry, grinning broadly. He slipped his hand inside his jacket pocket and drew out the tiny bottle that Hermione had seen in his hand that morning. It was full of golden potion and the cork was still tightly sealed with wax. "I wanted [Cory] to think I'd done it, so I faked it when I knew you were looking." He looked at [Cory]. "You [pitched a great game] because you felt lucky. You did it all yourself."
GO FRIARS!! KEEP THE FAITH!!