Changing the Past
Chapter Ten
Talking In Class
Pulling out another book, I begin to plan, willing the time away as I write out half-baked ideas for pranks. Once Voldeyhead lesson eventually ended, i got up and waited outside for Steph. I decided to inform Steph of my brilliant plan. She didn't agree on the brilliant part as much as I do though.
"Have you finally turned properly insane!?" She screeches at me as we walk down the many stairs towards history of magic, following behind Hermione as is probably going to turn into a habit.
"No!" I reply indignantly, "it will make Hogwarts so much funner!"
"Where are you going to get your supplies? You can't have a prank war without supplies"
"Mr. D" I tell her simply.
Ron and Harry step up behind us.
"She thinks I'm insane!" I complain at the same time as Steph.
"She's nuts! She wants a prank war with the Weasely twins!"
"You are nuts. Completely bonkers." Ron informs me, looking slightly scared.
"Not you to" I whine, "Harry?" Harry shrugs, not wanting to enter the argument.
"And I'm not insane, i am on a higher plane than you is all." I tell Ron as we enter the classroom just behind Hermione. We take seats at the back of the class, Hermione sits at the front as everyone else fills in.
The teacher, Professor Binns floats through the blackboard behind his desk and sits down on the seat behind his desk.
He is a balding ghost with thin white hairs coating the side of his head. Large glasses adorn his see-through head and a large, pointed nose holds them up.
He looks down at his desk and then, in a slow, monotonous voice, begins to call out the world's most boring register to which he followed up with immediately beginning the lesson.
"In 1911, the Gargoyles led a strike-" I tried to pay attention. I really did. But, in my need to concentrate, I ended up pulling out my tele-book and opening it.
Help me!
Next to me, Steph takes hers out with a grin and picks up her quill.
Steph: pay attention.
I glare at her to which she just grins smugly.
Hannah: what class are you in?
History of Magic.
Hannah: oh god! That can't be a good combination with you!
Adam: it's just like History at school. Just doodle!
Doodling will not help drown out Mr. You-Shall-Go-To-Sleep-Now's voice!
Megan: well then go to sleep.
How can I sleep!? This is HOGWARTS! I'm too hyped up!
Gregor: why would you be telling her to sleep? She's in school!
You wait until you get HoM Gregor! Where are you just now anyway?
Adam: turban dudes class.
Gregor: dada.
Adam: DADA!? You mean to tell me HE is your father! Why was I not previously informed?
I stuff my hand in my mouth to stifle my giggles, looking over at Steph who is currently biting her bottom lip, whole body shaking in silent laughter.
Megan: oh come on Adam!
Adam: what!?
Steph: Defense Against the Dark Arts. Dada.
Adam: I knew that.
Of course you did.
Gregor: Adam, the teacher wants you to answer a question.
Wait... Quirrel is actually TEACHING you lot? That's SO unfair! Or is he getting detention too?
Megan: how on earth did you get a detention on the FIRST day?
Hannah: you got a detention?
Steph: yeah, she bad mouthed Moldeymorts.
I did not bad mouth him. I just asked him to fix the smell of the classroom.
Steph: and then continued to talk to him as if he were a child.
Not my fault he was acting like a child! Did Adam get detention?
Gregor: no. The teacher asked him about the passage he's reading out our book.
Hannah: Charms.
Steph: Winguardian Liviosa?
Megan: yup.
Gregor: we had that first.
Gregor, are you feeling okay?
Gregor: yes... Why?
You're not paying attention in class. You sure you're not ill?
Gregor: ha-ha very funny emma.
That is a NAME
Adam: yes. Yes it is. Well done eMMA.
Very mature guys.
Gregor: what do you expect, I'm hardly going to pay attention to He-Who-Must-not-Be-Named.
Megan: please don't start with that nonsense. The name is Voldemort.
No it's not!
Steph: huh?
It's Moldeymort.
Hannah: OMG! Stop making me laugh!
Glad to be of service.
Steph: has Emma told you her mad idea?
I look over to Steph with another glare but she's grinning at me.
Adam: Jeesh Emma. We haven't even been here a day and your already plotting something.
Megan: please don't involve getting us expelled.
Hannah: are we gonna regret knowing you?
Gregor: don't want to know.
Hannah: not as mad as the paint balling idea, is it?
Steph: madder.
Oy! This is my story to tell! Guys...
Everyone: WHAT!?
I'm going to start a prank war with the Weasely twins.
Megan: are you NUTS!?
Gregor: told you I didn't want to know... now I know. And this is a REALLY bad idea Emma!
Hannah: that's BRILLIANT!
Steph: is this going to disturb my sleep at all?
Probably.
Steph: well, if it's going to keep me up, I may as well help.
Yippee! Anyone else?
Hannah: definitely.
Steph: where are the Slytherins right now?
Gregor: dunno
Herbology probably, why?
Hannah: she wants to Ogle Draco obviously.
I laugh out loud before stifling it, looking apologetically at the rest of the class which I had woken up.
"Sorry" I mouth before they turn back and lay their heads back on the table, the teacher continues to drone on, Hermione the only one paying any attention to him.
This has been a really quick day. I write as I turn back to my book, trying desperately to tune out the therapeutic drone of the teacher.
Megan: yeah, but I suppose we did miss first class
But this has to be the longest period.
Next to me Steph nods with a frown. Then, in the miracle of miracles, the bell goes.