Hi! Here's the second chapter for today. Enjoy.
Things I Am Not Allowed To Do At Hogwarts
Rule 6:
"I will not go to class skyclad."
For a seventeen-year-old boy, Soffian Ryder was very immature. Extremely immature and loving it.
Of course, this meant that he pranked everything that could walk. Whether teachers, students, ghosts, or even Hagrid's numerous pets, Soffian had pranked them all- some even twice!
Alas, at the moment the great prankster was out of pranks. Having no ideas, Soffian had resorted to flicking through books to try to get ideas. Currently he was going through- yes, you guessed it- the dictionary!
Strange, what things you sometimes find in the dictionary when you aren't really looking…
Stopping on 'S', Soffian flicked through backwards, trying to find the word closest to his name. He never got that far, however, because another word caught his eye.
Skyclad: "in touch with nature"; naked
"Hmm…" Soffian stared at the word that had jumped out of the page at him, an idea forming in his head.
Meanwhile, on the other side of the school, warning bells should have started going off loud and clear in the teachers' minds at this point. Because when Soffian Ryder was planning something, it was never good.
The next morning…
Everything was set for Soffian's grand plan- not that there was much to be set, but it was the thought that counted.
He purposely came late to class; Charms.
Throwing the door open dramatically, he cried, "Soffian Ryder has entered the classroom!"
Immediately, the whole room swung around to stare at him. Most of the boys looked away straight away, disgusted, although there were a few who couldn't… resist… staring (must resist!), but nearly all of the girls kept their eyes riveted on his… attractive body.
Of course, who wouldn't? He was naked.
Professor Flitwick gave a shocked gasp, bringing his hands up to shield his eyes as he nearly fell off his pile of books.
"Mr Ryder!" he exclaimed in horror, "What do you think you are doing?"
"Well," Soffian began slyly, "I'm skyclad- you know. It's natural. Everyone used to dress like this. There are some places where they still do." He was acting as if he was actually wearing clothes, even though it was quite… obvious that he was not.
"How disgraceful," Flitwick squeaked. "Go put some appropriate clothes on, Mr Ryder, and then we'll talk about the detention I'm going to have to give you tonight and tomorrow night."
"Sorry Professor," Soffian said, sweeping a deep, mocking bow. "I can't do it tonight. I'm washing my hair!" Seeing his teacher's unappreciative expression, he hurriedly corrected himself. "I mean, I already have detention- with Professor MacGonagall; you can check!"
"Very well," Flitwick said grimly, "Then it'll have to be tomorrow and the day after."
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