From: Ann McCloughan gigglesamfm@hotmail.com
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Date: Sunday, April 01, 2001 3:39 PM
Disclaimer: I don't own anything at all. I mean, in this story. Anyway…
A/n: this is my first fic, so if it stinks please let me know. It's also pretty silly, and I really didn't have any other ideas.
Dedicated to: all my friends who are obsessed w/ fanfiction, we need help!
"Ohhh, man. We have a new class this year. Its called physical education," exclaimed Ron.
I laugh, and then I am reminded that Ron has never taken gym. Lucky him. I had to spend 11 years of my life getting beat up at dodgeball and other such inhumane "sports" that boys are forced to participate in their early school years. Silly Muggles. It didn't help that Dudley almost always found a way to humiliate me, since we had to change into gym clothes every day.
"It's not that bad," I comment, "once you get the hang of it. Trust me, one year learning Muggle sports is not going to kill you. Even though Quidditch is soooo much more fun."
"How can anything that doesn't involve flying be fun? There is no reason for me to have anything to do with the Muggles!" Ron says.
"But just think of how happy your dad will be. He'll want to know every detail of everything you do."
"I know I'm excited. Owl after owl of him exclaiming 'Please son, just teach that sport with a ball and a bat one more time' I won't be able to handle it!"
Just then, a mass of giggling first years parades down the hall, making it almost impossible to think strait.
"Its called baseball."
"WHAT????? I can't hear anything!"
"THE SPORT WITH THE BAT AND BALL. IT'S CALLED BASEBALL!!"
"WHAT? YOU SAW BATS IN THE HALL? THAT'S NOTHING NEW!?"
"Nevermind."
"WHAT??"
"NEVERMIND!"
"Ohhhhh."
Ron and I make our timely exit to Gryffindor tower, right before Snape walks by, on the prowl, as usual. We decide to study much to Hermoine's surprise. I get out my potion's notes and Ron gets his out, preparing for the imminent pop quiz that Snape will eventually find a reason to give us. The new school year has just started, and already we are bogged down with homework. Everything is the same, same rooms, same teachers, new Defense against the Dark Arts teacher, and new Gryffindor first years coming in with bubbly expectancy.
The only change to our curriculum is the Phys. Ed that we are now required to take. All of the students that come from Muggle families just laugh when the Wizarding families look shocked as they read the schedule change. The class starts tomorrow, outside, while it is still warm. Besides, they haven't conjured up a gymnasium to hold the class in yet. This is the only class that Hermoine isn't excited over, feeling her lack of expertise and no books to study about how to throw a ball will result in a blemish on her otherwise perfect records.
As the twilight turns to moonlight, Ron, Hermoine, and I pack it up and decide to go to bed, fearing inadequacy in the morning if we don't get some sleep. Besides, we have a new class to prepare for, and even I don't know what to expect in a Muggle class run be wizards.
Subject:
Date: Sunday, April 01, 2001 3:39 PM
Disclaimer: I don't own anything at all. I mean, in this story. Anyway…
A/n: this is my first fic, so if it stinks please let me know. It's also pretty silly, and I really didn't have any other ideas.
Dedicated to: all my friends who are obsessed w/ fanfiction, we need help!
"Ohhh, man. We have a new class this year. Its called physical education," exclaimed Ron.
I laugh, and then I am reminded that Ron has never taken gym. Lucky him. I had to spend 11 years of my life getting beat up at dodgeball and other such inhumane "sports" that boys are forced to participate in their early school years. Silly Muggles. It didn't help that Dudley almost always found a way to humiliate me, since we had to change into gym clothes every day.
"It's not that bad," I comment, "once you get the hang of it. Trust me, one year learning Muggle sports is not going to kill you. Even though Quidditch is soooo much more fun."
"How can anything that doesn't involve flying be fun? There is no reason for me to have anything to do with the Muggles!" Ron says.
"But just think of how happy your dad will be. He'll want to know every detail of everything you do."
"I know I'm excited. Owl after owl of him exclaiming 'Please son, just teach that sport with a ball and a bat one more time' I won't be able to handle it!"
Just then, a mass of giggling first years parades down the hall, making it almost impossible to think strait.
"Its called baseball."
"WHAT????? I can't hear anything!"
"THE SPORT WITH THE BAT AND BALL. IT'S CALLED BASEBALL!!"
"WHAT? YOU SAW BATS IN THE HALL? THAT'S NOTHING NEW!?"
"Nevermind."
"WHAT??"
"NEVERMIND!"
"Ohhhhh."
Ron and I make our timely exit to Gryffindor tower, right before Snape walks by, on the prowl, as usual. We decide to study much to Hermoine's surprise. I get out my potion's notes and Ron gets his out, preparing for the imminent pop quiz that Snape will eventually find a reason to give us. The new school year has just started, and already we are bogged down with homework. Everything is the same, same rooms, same teachers, new Defense against the Dark Arts teacher, and new Gryffindor first years coming in with bubbly expectancy.
The only change to our curriculum is the Phys. Ed that we are now required to take. All of the students that come from Muggle families just laugh when the Wizarding families look shocked as they read the schedule change. The class starts tomorrow, outside, while it is still warm. Besides, they haven't conjured up a gymnasium to hold the class in yet. This is the only class that Hermoine isn't excited over, feeling her lack of expertise and no books to study about how to throw a ball will result in a blemish on her otherwise perfect records.
As the twilight turns to moonlight, Ron, Hermoine, and I pack it up and decide to go to bed, fearing inadequacy in the morning if we don't get some sleep. Besides, we have a new class to prepare for, and even I don't know what to expect in a Muggle class run be wizards.