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Hey! Please don't be as hard to me because of all my language and grammatical mistakes. I tried my best. ;)
Monday:
"Mr Potter! Mr Black! Twenty points deduction for Gryffindor! And detention tonight!"
Professor MacGonagalls voice echoed through the corridors. Pad and I looked at each other and grinned. It seemed your prank had worked out.
Then we turned.
"Professor?" I asked innocently and had to bit on my lips to not laugh aloud.
MacGonagalls face was full of soot. Her hairs seemed to be burned partly and was sticking up all over the place. The usually cleaned and orderly robe had countless burnt holes.
"Tonight, you will come to detention at 19 o'clock! Be punctual!" She warned us.
"But, Professor! That's not possible!" I protested loudly.
"Would the gentlemen be so kind as to explain to me why not?" MacGonagall asked sharply.
"Because we have there already detention by Slughorn." Pad smirked.
"Then we will share the detention." MacGonagall decided.
"That's what the honoured Professor Bones already wanted to do." I noticed.
"Would tomorrow be all right for the two of you? Or do you have detention as well?" MacGonagall asked irritated.
"Yes, by Professor Vektor. Because of not done homework."
"Why it's our fault that we haven't enough time to do everything!" Pad complained and pouted.
"On Wednesday?"
Pad grinned again. "There's Quidditch training and we mustn't miss it because of any reason…"
"…because on Saturday there will be the match against the Slytherins" I completed Pads sentences. "And you want that we'll win, don't you, Professor?
"On Thursday?"
"Detention" I answered.
"Because of your We-Are-Back-Again at the beginning of the year" Pad explained.
"You know, Professor, when we pervaded the Great Hall and made out of it a Great Aquarium."
"And all students got suddenly webs and gills."
MacGonagall shook her head disapproving. "I might remind me of that. On Friday?"
"Again detention by Slughorn and Bones." Pad mumbled.
"They gave us four weeks of detention immediately!" I lamented.
"Although we didn't make something terrible!"
Her nose began to twitch. "When would you have time for your detention then?"
"Wait a second, Professor…" I said and fetched the Marauders Calendar. The Marauders Calendar was a fantastic, unique, incredible invention by the fantastic, unique, incredible Purveyors of Aids to Magical Mischief-Makers, that means Pad, Moony, Wormtail and of course – who would think of that – the fabulous ME. It registers all our appointments automatically, so that I as the Quidditch captain could manage our trainings perfectly.
"Well, we would have time on the 18th of November, if it suited for you, dear Professor." I offered generously.
"That's in five weeks!" MacGonagall shouted.
"You're right, Professor."
"Would it be all right at 20 o'clock?" Pad asked gently.
"Be punctual!" After saying that, MacGonagalls turned and went away.
"How large is the probability that she forget this appointment?" I asked Pad smirking when MacGonagall was out of eyeshot.