sorry for not uploading for ages, but I've been busy with schoolwork and my other fanfic Molly Hooper's Imaginary Friend, but I've finally updated! Whoop Whoop to me.
2. No matter how good a fake Australian accent I can do, I will not imitate Steve Irwin during Care of Magical Creatures class
"Who the hell is Steve Irwin?" questioned Sherlock.
"Sherlock asking a question!" lestrade laughed, as Sherlock scowled at him.
"I- I know" said Molly timidly. "He's a muggle naturalist guy. He's Australian and liked hunting crocodiles. You wouldn't know him Sherlock, because you're a pure-blood. You wouldn't have seen him on the TV"
"It looks like it's a job for us Australians" joked John, putting on a very good accent.
"I have an idea guys!" cried Mary "gather round…"
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"Now class, who can tell me wha' this 'ere is?" Hagrid asked his Care of Magical Creatures Class, that included the troublemakers that Thursday afternoon
"Now ain't this a beauty!" exclaimed John in his best Australian accent. "I'd have to say that this is the finest croc that I've ever seen!"
They pointed at the blast-ended skrewt that was sitting in the middle of the clearing looking very put off.
"Cricky mate, the croc's bloody wild! It's gonna tear the students apart!" Lestrade took over. The class was now staring at the pair like they had turned into girls. Or Australians. The people who were muggle-born were sniggering, much to the disgruntled Pure-bloods annoyance.
"Don't worry mate! I'll handle this!" John shouted and tackled the blast-ended skrewt to the ground. He wrestled with it for about 0.5 seconds before realizing that this had been a very bad idea indeed. The skrewt did not agree with John jumping on it and starting smoking, banging and stinging and bucking like a wild bull.
The four stared at their friend for a little, laughing at the look of terror that John wore. Mary decided to give the plan a little bit of a push. Nodding at Molly, they grabbed the other boys (Molly took Sherlock and Mary took Lestrade) and pushed them right into the blast-ended skrewt.
For a moment, the 3 boys were flying in the air as the skrewt, finally being fed up as being used as a crash mat, let fly with a massive BANG
John and Lestrade, being well, John and Lestrade , landed in their butts with cries of "Crikey!" and "Bloody Hell!"
"I guess it's time we save their asses." Mary muttered to Molly.
Molly smiled. Maybe just a little longer.
It was good to get revenge.
