Disclaimer: No I don't own any of the characters or places of the HP universe. (Although if JK Rowling mysteriously gave them to me then who am I to object?)
A/N: Here's something that I wrote to make my writer's block go away so I can finish another chapter of a different story I'm working on. It's short and cute and I hope you like it.
He cursed blackly as he threw another book across the room. Pushing back in his chair hard enough for it to topple over he flew to another bookshelf. Yes, that's right flew, not flittered or fluttered or any other type of disgustingly cute adjectives. He flicked his hair out of his eyes and snarled when his hand got caught in the headband. No matter how hard he tried to pull it off his head the pink glitter headband just wouldn't come off. It wouldn't be so bad if it didn't have two springs protruding from the band that was capped off with fluffy pompoms. He supposed it was some kind of antenna that they had made to humiliate him even more.
He flapped his shimmering pink wings in agitation as he flipped through another book. There had to be some sort of counter spell in here somewhere. He couldn't be stuck like this forever. The lime green leotard hung loosely on him and emphasized his very skinny and slight frame. The light pink tulle tutu and matching pointed shoes made his skin appear even more pale and sallow. Overall it was not a very good look on him that would cause him no end of embarrassment if anyone else besides them saw it.
He snarled as he slammed another book closed looking completely at odds with the bright and carefree costume. When he got his hands on those, those hooligans they were going to pay. He grabbed another book off the shelf and flipped though it in search of the spell, any spell to rid him of this horrendous outfit.
He smirked as he found the counter spell and quickly pulled out his wand. The smirk was wiped off of his face when he saw the silver star wand in his hand. He seethed as he snapped it in two and threw it on the floor, where he stomped on it for a few minutes, before pulling out his real wand. He muttered the spell and the clothes vanished, replaced by his usual silver and green school uniform. He put the book back on the shelf and stormed out the door already thinking of ways for revenge.
Unbeknownst to him, he failed to see the tiny delicate wings that had unfurled from his back. A boy who had watched the scene from behind a bookshelf snickered and pocketed his wand as he turned towards his three equally snickering friends. "That'll teach that git not to make fun of fairies again."
A/N: End! Thanks for reading and reviews greatly appreciated. (And thank Whatsinthecloset for betaing this. You wouldn't be as happy if she didn't.)
