Note: Okay, I lied. There's a bit of Harry Potter magic in here, not just Sims 2. Enjoy!

Chapter Two

Inspectors Umbridge And Perkins, The Most Evil Women On Earth

Crackle - Crackle - Cough - Crackle.

"Looks like the secretary's making her first announcement." Melissa said to Emily.

"Would all students please report to the gymnasium for an assembly. I repeat - all students to the gymnasium for an assembly. Welcome back, and thank you." The secretary said.

"That would be us." Jordan said, and they all set off down the freshly painted halls, past the green lockers and into the huge gymnasium. A tough-looking principal and his pudgy assistant stepped up to the podium. Around a hundred plasic lawnchairs were set up before him, mostly occupied in the back, away from attention. The four took seats in the middle, staring up at the principal and his fat assistant.

"I am Mr. Gregory Scott. Welcome to the Academy. And for those already attending, welcome back. Just so you know, our Academy will be inspected by Mrs. Dolores Umbridge. A round of applause, please." Mr. Scott said. I groaned, Umbridge had inspected my old school, with not very pretty results. She was a witch, and I don't mean just calling her a name. No, she had a wand. She zapped us left, right and centre for petty things like wearing flip-flops in the winter.

"Hem, hem." A high voice said. "Can I make my announcements now?"

"God no ..." Jordan breathed.

"Thank you. Now, as Mr. Scott said, I will be inspecting your school. Some of you may remember me from Bella Goth Elementary School as an inspector there. I have also brought a surprise. Mrs. Susan Perkins, my good friend, will be my apprentice this year. Susan, come on out! Hee hee hee!" Inspector Umbridge giggled into the microphone. An equally pudgy lady who looked very much alike to Unbridge waddled out with a smile.

"Thank you, Dolores. I will be sure to help put order to this ... er, disorderly school with her." Inspector Perkins said. The audience groaned. "That is all."

"I know those two. If we want to survive the eighth grade, we have to stop them. They'll ruin everything." Melissa said, shaking her bushy brown curls out of her eyes as they left.

"I'm in." "Same." "Only if we get to spitball her." They all agreed.

"Okay, then get out your straws and pray this will work ... it's spitballing time."