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Sorry it has taken me so long to get this up-I'm having an MWB-major writer's block
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Has anyone noticed that that was a really short author's note?
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By the way, I got my wits back from the drycleaners, only slightly wrinkled.
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Oh no, here we go again. Stop reading, or this will turn into a really long author's note! (and I have to write another long one-I have been beaten at my author's note legnth!!! NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! The Horror!!!)
part 2-100-0
"Very good, Nevil, I'm glad to see you raise your hand so much," nodded Professor Batterworth after Nevil Longbottom answered a question. This was probably the only class where Nevil actually raised his hand. It was also the only class that he fully understood. The banshee screamed bloody murder, signifying the end of the class. "Ron, may I speak to you?"
"Yes?" Ron paused at the door, waiting.
"It's about the MT. First, the good news," the old man sighed and sat back on his desk. "The good news is with new technology, your MT will have all the same knowledge as you, and the same powers, so she can be an honorary student, or at least until you know all you need to know. She will be like another Hogwarts student, only she knows everything possible about Muggles."
"She, sir?" Ron tried his best to look confused.
"That's the bad part. The order for your MT was somehow mixed up, and it is you, only a girl," Batterworth heaved a sigh. "So the bad part is she won't be able to be in the same dorm as you. She will be in the girl's dorm, of course, and Hermione will at least have a girl to talk to. I don't know how she has put up with you all this time. You don't exactly understand girls, Ron, and she doesn't have very many friends in the girl's dorm."
"Right, sir. When will I be getting the MT?"
"Tonight. I would say tomorrow morning, only she needs to adjust and make friends, because she is going to be just as human as you are."
"Sir?"
"Yes, Ron?"
"Sir, you wouldn't think someone would have tampered with the system, would you? I mean, someone like, oh, say, Fred and George?"
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"You idiot! I can't believe you asked that!" Harry had to hold Hermione's arms back because she was at the verge of slapping Ron. Fred and George were looking in shock at their little brother. Had he turned them in? "We could get EXPELLED for that, you MORON!"
"Hey, cool it, Herm, it all turned out OK," Ron laughed. "You should have heard his response!"
"What'd he say?" Harry, who was now having a hard time holding her back. "Come off it, girl! Nothing happened! We're still here, Fred and George are still alive and we haven't even been confronted by Malfoy and his goons yet!"
"He said that they wouldn't have been able to crack the computer code that is the security for the MT computer!" Fred and George slapped each other high five's. "He said that he thought it would be better that it was a girl, thought, because then people won't think this is an MT. The story is this- this is my cousin from Sillicia, in America."
"Hey, Ron?" Hermione was no longer trying to kill Ron.
"Yup?"
"There's no such place as Sillicia. It doesn't exist."
"Hey, Herm?"
"Yes?"
"It does now."
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The trio was sitting in a circle in the Gryffindor Common room, playing a game of Wizard's Chess. After loosing the twentieth game in a row to Ron Harry sighed, "Hermione, what time is it?"
"7:30. Ron, I play you next," she replied.
"Sure, I'll play you. I'll also win. You want black or white?" Ron was broken for a brief moment from his deep strategy conversation with his chess men.
"I'll be right back. I need to get them from my room!" She skipped merrily up the stairs to the girl's dorm and slamed the door behind her.
"Wait! Get who? What? Do you want to be white or...ah, screw it," Ron muttered to Hermione's long closed door. "She's impossible."
"I'll play you till she gets back?" Harry grinned at the thought of making it a square 0-100 (their over all score in wizard's chess for the year so far was 0-99). Ron would be pleased.
"I'll beat you to make my record 100-0," Ron's pieces marched into place, thrilled at the prospect of winning yet again.
There was a savage war between the pieces that lasted about three minutes, sorrounded by the occasional of 'Hey, you cheeter', or 'No fair!' and 'Yes!' then, "CHECK MATE! Ha! That's 100-0! I am the WORLD'S BEST CHESS PLAYER!! Woo-HOO!"
Ron proceeded to dance around the common room in delight. He would have gone on like this for the whole night if there had not been that bashful rapping on the door...
End of part two...
a/n sorry it was so short!!! As you can see, I was really having an mwb. BTW-I found out that I am slightly incorrect with Fred and George's ages...they would be out of Hogwarts by now. But, as you will see in the next book, they have their...reasons....