"Yes. On Wednesday I stole Peter's pudding when he wasn't looking because he said I had a weird name for a girl," I confessed. This was not actually true, but maybe I could stall whatever they wanted me to tell them.
"No, Maximum. I mean, do you have anything to tell us that has to do with a bird?" Madame Pomfrey asked.
"Shoot. I failed that label-the-hippogriff test, didn't I?" I exclaimed, slapping my hand to my forehead.
"Maximum. I think we both know that I am talking about your wings."
"Uhh… Wha?" I said.
"Don't play dumb with me Max. If you told us about them then it could have solved future problems. Also, I would like to inform you that Saint Mungos has accepted the job of removing your wings once and for all. Won't that be great? You're life will be so much less of a hassle," she said in a rush.
Remove my wings? Are you crazy? What is the point of being able to fly at 250 mph if you can't fly? And I would have so much less moves when I fight.
"Umm… No? Why would I want my wings removed? I mean, if I had any…" Well, no give away there.
The nurse sighed. "Max… I believe that the Headmaster would like to speak with you. Just then the Headmaster himself-Professor Dumblydoodle- walked through the doors. His beard seemed longer than at the banquet. Does he ever cut that thing? I wondered.
His silvery beard would have flown everywhere if not for a hair band around it. Very manly. And for the millionth time this week I wondered why we had to wear those silly floppy hats. Not that I cared about fashion statements, but it did not exactly make one.
"I do everything I can to protect you and your fellow students, Miss Ride. Flying around in the middle of the night above the Forbidden Forest does not qualify as safe. There are creatures out there that could snap your bones in half if the situation presented itself.
"I will not allow you to do this anymore, Miss Ride. If you are spotted by one of our students or professors you will, from then on, have detention with Professor Slughorn every Friday from 8 to 11 pm," Dumblydoodle rattled on.
I fell half-asleep at some point, but I got the gist of his little speech. No Forbidden Forest, detention, yada yada yada..
"Hey, Professor Dumblydoodle, why do you even call it the Forbidden Forest? 'Cause you know that if it was called something more cheery, and it wasn't forbidden, then less people would go in it?" I reasoned. Seriously, though. Why would you but the rule in the name? That's practically just asking for the rule to be broken.
The professor's face reddened. "MY. NAME. IS. NOT. DUMBLYDOODLE!" he shouted.
"Okay, geez. You don't even have a name tag, so how was I supposed to remember it?" I really had thought his name was Professor Dumblydoodle…
With that last remark he stormed out of the room (A/N Yeah, I know, really out of character but I'm no good with Dumblydoodle-heh heh, I mean Dumbledore, speech.).
What can I say? I have a talent for ticking people off. Shrugging, Pomfrey tossed me my robes and gave me permission to leave. I tugged them on, ignoring the ink stain on my left sleeve.
Grabbing my bag, I sped out the door and dashed for the lunch room. How did I know that it was lunchtime, you ask? I looked at the clock, for goodness sakes!
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