Note from Author: I am sure this has been done before, but I thought, hey, the world needs another one. So… here is one.
What is 'it' you say?
Read on…Well, it'll become clear in the first proper chapter…
Prologue
Professor Selby, the Muggle Studies teacher, was sitting in her office this fine sunny Sunday (as all Sundays should be) chewing her top lip. The reason she was chewing her top lip? God knows. But hey, she was, although people usually chew their bottom lip now I think of it, so why am I writing that she is-ERK!
The Author has fallen off her chair from lack of Sugar. Please dial again…The Author has fallen off her chair from lack of sugar. Please dial again…The Author has fallen of her chair…
Okay. Three packets of Haribo, three demon lollies and a large packet of sherbet later I am ready to resume.
Professor Selby had been thinking long and hard (hence the afore-mentioned lip-chewing). Hardly any students were applying for her Muggle Studies class, in fact, this year no-one had. 'I really need to think of a way to get people in my door, some clever advertising ploy. Hmmmmmmm'
And there she sat until most of her top lip had been digested and she had to start on her bottom one. Then she stood. Therefore she was no longer sitting.
'EUREKA!' Professor Selby cried waking the whole castle up. This had devastating knock-on effects, surely you realise waking a bunch of hormonal, spotty, wand-wielding adolescents in the middle of their beauty sleep is a very bad thing.
The Gryffindors, truly brave, all had their wands out and were all fighting to be the first out the portrait to 'save-the-day'.
The Hufflepuffs, always loyal, went out their common room with their friends to discover what was happening, and stuck together even when the vewy scawy shadows leapt about them.
The Ravenclaws, ever smart, stayed in their beds, knowing that it was just a teacher. But they were still running spells through their heads just in case
The Slytherins, as bloody usual, were checking their reflections in their mirrors. Oh, and they were pushing the First-years out the common room to see what was up.
Beauty Sleep is named that for a reason. The horrors the teachers woke up to were, (shudder) so gruesome they were indescribable. They seemed to speak a very primitive language, namely grunts and vague mouth movements.
But apart from that, Professor Selby had come up with an idea. One of the reasons she was the Muggle Studies teacher was because she was muggle-born, and she liked to keep in touch with her muggle friends and with the muggle world. Professor Selby happened to have a strange thing called a computer. She herself had recently had downloaded MSN Messenger (Instant Messaging System) and thought it could be to her use.
After asking Dumbledore for a few thousand pounds of muggle money (for a smart wizard supposedly in tune with the Muggle World his conversion wasn't all that good-he agreed straight away) and bought each student a laptop to use, complete with Broadband and one of those fancy little stacks of Post-it notes (what would we do without them?)-only if they immediately signed up for Muggle Studies. Which, everyone did.
They were all very curious as to what they were and many started to poke and prod them, until the clear and concise instructions came through.
Hence, the real story starts here and our beloved Professor is thrown out, (sorry Professor Selby) perhaps to be dragged in every now and then for Legal Reasons.
Note from Author: Ok, this was random and stupid. But hey. Oh, and Faye/Ellie, I was being uncreative so I used your name. But I thought you'd be honoured that you were included in my story. (Let's go with the second one, eh?)