Hogwarts Class of the Week
(Hogwarts and all of its inhabitants do not belong to me. Do not sue.)
Harry was just walking past the school's bulletin board when he saw the new announcement. He ran over to Ron and brought him over to see it.
"Well that's new," Ron said, "The new class of the week is coming here."
They looked it over, and it said that every week, Hogwarts would introduce a new class for students to take. This was supposed to give you a better understanding of things that were outside of Hogwarts curriculum. And, the class stayed at Hogwarts, so you could attend it every day.
"So this weeks class is Procrastination," Harry said, "It meets tomorrow at 4:30. Are you going?"
"Sure," Ron said, "I've never heard of Procrastination. Maybe it's like Transfiguration but without transforming stuff."
"I won't go, because I'll miss Defense Against the Dark Arts. I never miss that class. Ever," Harry answered.
The next day Harry was sitting in his Defense Against Dark Arts class as Professor Lupin talked about Pygmy Puffs. It was interesting, because Lupin taught it, but still. Pygmy Puffs were boring. You can't make lessons about them that are exciting. Harry hoped Ron was having better luck with his Procrastination class. At least ten people had left Defense Against the Dark Arts for the class of the week. Maybe I should sign up if we're going to learn about Pygmy Puffs for the next few days, he thought.
Harry sighed, "Finally," as Lupin declared class to be over. He rushed out of the classroom and headed back to Gryffindor Tower to meet Ron. Hermione was walking with him.
"Wasn't that class exciting!" Hermione said, "I never knew so much about Pygmy Puffs!"
"Um, sure it was exciting," Harry said with as much sarcasm as he could. "I'm sure Ron totally missed out on it."
"Well, he sure did," And Hermione rushed off to the next class.
Harry found Ron sitting by the portrait door, looking quite bored.
"What's up?" Harry said.
"That was the most disappointing class ever!" Ron started to explain, "Ok, I go down to the classroom and I see this sign on the door. It says, Sorry, this class is canceled, come back tomorrow. And so I go all the way upstairs to this spot, along with Seamus." Ron gestured over there to where Seamus was sitting, Seamus waved. "So I reckon I'll just have to go back tomorrow."
"At least you didn't have to listen to Lupin's lesson on Pygmy Puffs," Harry said.
Harry found Ron outside of the portrait door after Defense Against the Dark Arts. Again.
"Dude, what happened?" Harry asked.
"The class was canceled. Again. There was a note on the classroom door that said, I am sick with monkey pox and cannot come today. Come back tomorrow," Ron said gloomily.
"What's the Professor's name, Ron?" Harry asked.
"It's Professor Lazee. That's who the note was signed by," Ron answered.
"Well, try again tomorrow. Maybe they are really sick. You never know," Harry said, trying to improve Ron's mood.
"Yeah, maybe," Ron said.
The next day the same thing happened, although every time there was a new excuse. One day it was bird flu, then another day Proffesor Lazee's parrot died in a car accident. Ron couldn't figure it out. Finally one day he asked Hermione and told her about the class.
"Ron, do you even know what Procrastination means?" Hermione said sharply.
"Um, no, not really. Is it like Transfiguration but without transforming stuff?" Ron guessed.
Hermione slapped her hand to her forehead. "Ugh, never mind, you'll figure it out yourself one day." And with that remark, she left.
"But wait!" Ron ran after her, "You never told me what it meant!"
Ron kept going to the class, and he did learn something. Now he has free time because the class is always canceled. Harry decided that maybe next week he would sign up for the next class.
Until next timeā¦..
