Hey Peoplezzzzzzzz!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
It came to me in 2 seconds, and I just had to get it down on paper.
My first name is not Joanne, I have not had a book published (but I have had poems), I do not like in England, I am not on the best sellers list (yet) so I'M NOT J. K. ROWLING!! I NEVER WILL BE!!! THEREFORE, I WILL NEVER OWN HARRY POTTER!!!!!!!!
This, people, is Mai Potter's grand entrance to my stories. To learn more about Mai Potter, there is a section in my profile that's all about Mai.
"It was utterly irresponsible. Mai, you're a model student. I can always count on you. What in the name of God's green Earth compelled you to attack Mr. Malfoy?" lectured Professor McGonagall. Mai had tackled Draco Malfoy to the ground only three quarters of an hour (45 minuets) ago when he insulted Mai and her two best friends , Ron Weasley and Hermione Granger. Naturally, Mai defended herself and her friends, which ended up leading Draco on the Quidditch Pitch sporting a very nasty black eye.
"Professor, he called Hermione a mu- a mu-"she sighed. Mai couldn't find in herself to repeat the vile word.
Professor McGonagall sighed as well. "I'm sorry Miss Potter. Twenty-five points from Gryffindor," she cringed slightly. "and a week of detention. You're dismissed."
Mai sighed, stood up, and walked out of her head of house's office. As she walked down the hall, she had a slight spring in her step. She knew that her professor could have done much worse for harming another student. 'That's where favoritism comes in handy,' she thought.
"Hey Potter!"
She stopped dead in her tracks, her happiness suddenly gone. 'Not now,' she thought as she desperately searched for an empty classroom to run into and lock the door. Finding none, she had one option, and that option wasn't one of her favorites.
She turned to the voice. "What do you want, Weasley?" she asked, gathering up as much venom in her words as she could. It was a worthless question though. She knew the answer.
"I was wondering if you wanted to go with me to Hogsmead this weekend." said Fred Weasley. He should have graduated a year ago, but he and his brother George managed to be the first people ever to be held back a year in Hogwarts.
"Forget it Weasley." she said as she turned on her heel and walked at a rather fast pace down the hall. Fred kept step with her easily. "I wouldn't EVER go anywhere with someone who was as self-centered, arrogant, and completely oblivious as you. "
"Come on Potter. I know that you like me." Fred walked faster, and stood where he was standing in front of her. Mai tried to walk around him, but he held his arms out, preventing her from getting anywhere. Eventually she gave up and sighed. She was still standing directly in front of Fred, so she could see the knowing spark that had entered his eyes. "You just don't know you do yet."
Mai threw her head to the side to get the lock of curly black hair put of her eyes. "Shove off Weasley." she said as she pushed his arms away and walked on. By now, she could see the portrait of the Fat Lady, and she was eager to get into her dorm, where Fred couldn't bother her anymore.
"Come on Mai," Fred called as he desperately tried to catch up with her. Mai was just a little too fast for him, despite him having the longer legs. But what Mai wasn't good at, was watching her feet. She stepped on the hem of her cloak, sending her tumbling to the marble ground. That gave Fred the advantage.
Mai mentally sighed when Fred's feet came into view. He held out a hand to help her up, but sh pushed it away. She stood up and grabbed her bag, which she had been carrying all along due to the fact that she had left it in her Professor's class. She grabbed for her books (most all of them had fallen out when she fell), but Fred seemed determined to help her. He grabbed her Arithmacy book, Ancient Runes book, and her Divination book. One glance at all the books she carried had him confused.
"Mai, how do take Ancient Runes? The class is at the same time as Arithmecy, isn't it?" he asked.
"Of course it is." she said, too preoccupied with fixing her bottles of ink to realize what she had just let slip.
When all her books were in her bag, ink bottles fixed, and quills neatly in place, she stood up. She felt along the neckline of her cloak for something. When she couldn't find it, her eyes widened. "Oh no." she said.
"What?" asked Fred as he hoisted her fifty pound bag over his shoulder with a slight groan. Mai was to horror struck to notice what he did. That or she noticed and didn't really care.
"My time-. My necklace. I've lost it." she stated as her eyes searched the ground frantically.
Something gold and shiny caught Fred's eye. He picked it up, and found that a strange gadget was on the chain. He began spinning the cracked golden hourglass that was on the gadget. "Is this it?"
"Weasley!!!! Don't!!!! Stop!!!!" Mai cried.
But it was too late. In a sudden blur, everything around them moved, as if they were watching a tape rewinding.
"You idiot!!!" Mai yelled. Then everything went black.
Again, for more information on Mai Potter (and Fred's peculiar behavior) go to my profile. There's an entire spot for Mai Potter.
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~Clair~
Two days past eighteen
He was waiting for the bus in his army green
Sat down in a booth in a cafe there
Gave his order to a girl with a bow in her hair
He's a little shy so she gives him a smile
And he said would you mind sittin' down for a while
And talking to me,
I'm feeling a little low
She said I'm off in an hour and I know where we can go
(!) (!) (!)
One Friday night at a football game
The Lord's Prayer said and the Anthem sang
A man said folks would you bow your heads
For a list of local Vietnam dead
Crying all alone under the stands
Was a piccolo player in the marching band
And one name read but nobody really cared
But a pretty little girl with a bow in her hair
(I just thought that this heart-felt song should be shared whith everyone else. It reflects one of the reasons I'm against war, and why many others come home to empty appartments at night. The song is called Traveling Soldier by the Dixie Chicks.)
Someday I will find my Edward Cullen. I will make him dye his hair bronze if it's not already. If he doesn't sparkle in the sun, I will pour glitter on him. If he isn't pale, I will forbid the sun and tanning salons. If he's not tall and strong, it's time to visit the gym.