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Chapter six: Troops...
"Er, hi." Harry was faced with lots of blank faces. About thirty goths, sweaties, mosha's and people who don't like chav's had come to the room of requirement for a meeting.
"Erm. I take it none of you like chavs?" The silence was ringing, and several mosha's looked ready to kill him. And themselves. "Er."
"We have devised a plan to get rid of the chavs at Hogwarts." Hermione took over, and Harry gratefully stood down.
"Oh yeah? How?" A black haired sweatie girl spoke. Her 'Suicide isn't a crime' hoodie told Harry volumes about her character.
"Pranks. Leaving messages to tell them how stupid they look. The professors will help us, I'm sure of it. They hate chavs as much as we do."
"How can you be sure it will work?" 'Suicide isn't a crime' girl spoke again.
"Oh I am sure..." Hermione trailed off evilly and Harry was sure she was about to put her pinkie to her mouth and yell 'Muahahahaaaaa!'.
"Now all you need to do is sign your name on the dotted line and not read the small print. Thankyou, thankyou." Harry handed out the contracts, and several minutes and several biro's later the A.C.L had thirty more members.
"Right then. First move." Hermione had separated them into four groups. Wasn't difficult really. The trick was to distinguish the ones wearing hoodies and put them all together (sweaties), the ones looking slightly crazy, very violent and pierced allover together (moshas), the ones wearing all black and tons of black makeup together (goths), and the ones looking ready to commit suicide with all watery eyes together (emo's). When the troops were assembled and kitted out in camo gear (for the occasion) mainly all black and grey. The sweaties had already defied the rules by pinning billions of badges reading things like 'I am surrounded by idiots.' on them. They had been given a stern telling off but Harry had been forced to let them wear them. I mean, they had threatened to show him their poems... Harry shuddered at the very thought and continued in what he was doing. This wasn't much. In fact he wasn't doing anything other than gawping at the assortment of people in the room, all doing their own separate strange thing. Which included head banging, trying to listen to Marilyn Manson on headphones without being caught (Harry had banned them after finding a dodgy song about himself called 'The Green Eyed Devil Has Me And He Likes Bondage') daring each other to cut their names into their arms (they were very much like chavs in the pain respect - preferring to bang shoulders and growl 'dare you', 'I dared you first', 'bet you daren't' at each other rather than actually doing it) and other such things, each the opposite of what a chav would be doing, but kind of in a Doppleganger way.
"We attack tomorrow. Dawn. Now, can anyone tell me what the chavs will all without a doubt be doing at dawn?" 'Suicide isn't a crime' put her hand up. She was looked on as the spokesperson in her category (sweaties).
"Sleeping." Hermione nodded and whacked the dry wipe board with a pointer she had dug up somewhere. She gave the impression of a stern pre-school teacher. Slightly nutty, but in control without a doubt.
"EXACTLY! And that is precisely why we will strike at dawn. Harry?"
"Er... nobody is actually gonna get hurt are they?" Hermione glowered at him.
"What do you think I am Harry?" With the mad scientist bush of hair and the stick, at the moment Harry was really not sure.
"Anyway, Group A... that's you, the sweaties." They looked a bit annoyed at being called sweaties but shut up because they were scared of Hermione. "You are Group Sweaties." She pointed at each group in turn, giving each of them an amazingly inventive and original name. "Group Moshas." "Group Goths." "Group Emo's." and finally, "Intelligence. This is me and Harry. NOW MOVE! MOVE! MOVE!"
Taking the equipment required for their designated targets, the A.C.L moved back to their dormitories, ready for the morning ahead and the first step of kicking out the chavs...
Next chapter:
Attack at dawn