Harry Potter Dribbles and Drabbles

I don't own Harry Potter. Rowling does. If I do, I would have married Mr. Rowling.

Professor Boonlong was new this year. She had many things to learn about Hogwarts. Like children, money and fashion. She had first–years next class and oh how much she loathed them. She had been warned they were descendants of famous families who parents were Harry Potter and friends. She has yet to find similarities between these stupid children and they're legacy parents, or grandparents.

Time-wise, in order to have 'these stupid children': it has been years since Voldemort was pushed off a cliff and Harry Potter claimed victory. So he married Luna Lovegood and had babies. It was rumoured that one of these babies were in Professor Boonlong's class. But she wouldn't expect that baby to be a stupid first year.

Professor Boonlong wore a turban of white that wrapped up like a McDonald's vanilla ice cream cone, veiling her pitch black hair. Her skin was dark, and tanned so it was darker, and darker than dark and dark of tan tanned dark. She remembered her first day;

"Are you Preffsheser Quiffle?" (Mind you, those stupid children can't pronounce either. She thought eleven-year-olds were at least sane.)

Of course, Professor Boonlong paused in her tracks. Her… a physical remnant of that imbecile professor! No way! She cleared her throat.

"No, Neil… I'm not."

With a finger in his mouth and she noticed freckles sprinkled over his face, he ran away snuffling. "Oh my gosh! Oh my gosh, she is Preffsheessor Quifffffthle!"

A blonde boy with sharp and exotic features stepped forward and his arm stretched to his right side. Neil ran straight towards it and he fell backwards with a loud thump!

"Malvin!" I yelled and then it was then it started as 'Professor B's chaotic Divination classes'.

Today was going to be no different. Professor Boonlong sighed.

"Hello Professoooor!" The first deprived child chirped, entering the room.

She smiled weakly. "Hello Louis."

Now, this boy wasn't deprived. He was actually very smart, despite knowing Neville was his father. Next came a group of friends.

"Hello Van, Lisa and Ebony!" Professor Boonlong tried after Louis got her hopes up. Neither of them answered. Half of the class was in before someone even began to say anything to her. Professor Slughorn walked pass and saw her dejected face. He opened his mouth to say words of encouragement but it gaped when he saw Mercedes showing off her belly dancing. Professor Boonlong mouthed 'I'm sorry'.

"Ahah! Hullo, prof!"

"Ahah! Hullo, proff!"

Karla hit her twin on the head. "You put an extra 'ff' sound in!" She growled as Karton rubbed his head. "If you want to be like those tv twins, we have to talk with at the same tiiime, corrreeeccctttlllyyyy!"

Karton nodded and was forced to continue walking because his slightly older sister had tied two of their legs together, three-legged-race style in determination to be a stereotypical, 'tv' twin. They were as different as eggs and chickens…

"Um, hello Karla, Karton." Professor Boonlong sympathised as she saw Karton limp, trip over, limp, limp, trip over, undid the string, trip over nothing, then sat down at the desk next to his sister.

"Alright, class. Let's start. Ge–"

"HAH! Sorry I'm late, miss!" A black-haired boy cried as he skidded into the room. It was a cool effect, the woman had to admit, but his glasses fell and he crunched it with his foot. Wincing, he tentatively lifted his foot, picked them up and scurried towards Neil and Louis.

That boy was Thomas. He was the cause of trouble, most of the time. Take;

Thomas managed to burn Neil's robe and being the alert boys, didn't notice his robe was on fire until they both realised he was naked. Malvin, being ever so friendly to his best friend, Thomas' friend, cast a spell so Neil thought he wasn't wearing any clothes for the rest of the lesson. At first, Professor Boonlong hadn't noticed he had been hexed.

"Hurry up," she tutted as Thomas rummaged in his bag to find his homework like the majority of the class. Taking out the book, he set it on the table and in his utter stupidity, unbuckled the book entitled –

"THE MONSTER BOOK OF MOOONSTERRRSSS!" Lucia screamed.

"AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!" The whole class screamed.

"AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!" Professor Boonlong screamed.

Thomas cowered under his desk, and being popular, every one else copied him as the book snapped around on the desk. Professor Boonlong slowly crept up from under her desk then she gasped as Louis bravely pointed his wand at the book.

"No… Louis!"

Louis' eyebrows knitted.

"RAWR RAWR RAWR." Went the book.

Psshzt!

…

"Hey… The Monster Book of Monsters is dead!" Someone moaned and bolted up. There were cries.

Professor Boonlong sighed as she watched the children give The Monster Book of Monsters a funeral ceremony, Neil leading the way as the other half of the class condemned Louis to thirty years in jail.

As everyone slowly crept onto their feet to mourn or accuse, one stayed under his desk. Professor Boonlong rolled her eyes and stared at Thomas. His small frame was still shivering, arms wrapped around his legs despite the comfort of his Hufflepuff robe. His green eyes were stroked by locks of hair but they shone wide with fear. His pupils slowly dilated as he slow relief overcame him.

Professor walked in front of her desk to contradict her thoughts, and admit this generation born a weak boy. She outstretched her arm to the Potter who took it eagerly.

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