Well, here's the next update. Enjoy! I'm going to try and work on posting chapters faster (hopefully once a week) but I'm not sure when that's going to happen. I have a tentative posting schedule right now, so we'll see how things go. If it all works out, updates will be coming on Thursdays unless it's a holiday or a busy day for me. Then they will be coming on either Wednesday or Friday. Anyways, enjoy!
Rule # 10: Polishing my wand in the common room is acceptable. "Polishing my wand" in the common room is not acceptable.
Here's another rule that was created because I can't control my mouth. I still think it's hilarious but apparently the prefects and teachers don't. In fact, they think it's rather crude. Please. That's nowhere near crude. Not for me.
This idea also originated from one of the times I eavesdropped on the Gryffindors. Actually, if I remember right, this event actually took place a few weeks before the whole "giving Moaning Myrtle an eyeful" incident. I can barely keep everything straight. So many rules have been made in my honor. Everyone talks about the legacy of the Weasley twins but what about my legacy? I personally think that it should become a competition between the new students after I leave Hogwarts. That would be amazing. How many of Faye's rules could they break?
The professors would hate it but I would gladly come back and be the judge of a competition like that. That would be sheer awesomeness.
Anyway, back to the story.
It all started one day at breakfast near the beginning of breakfast.
"Oh, Harry!" Granger hissed as I got up from the Slytherin table. I made sure to walk as slowly as possible. She looked furious and that was usually a good cue that something interesting had happened.
"Polishing your wand without the right materials can be really dangerous! You're lucky only sparks came out!"
Pity. It wasn't as good as I had been hoping. I picked up my pace and took off for my first class—Charms.
At the time, it seemed like nothing genius would come out of what I just overheard but that was before I heard two Hufflepuffs talking in Charms. They thought they were being quiet but I had the advantage of sitting right behind them.
"So, did you—" one of them whispered to another. "You know—"
"Did I what?" the other boy inquired, clearly confused. Oh, that poor daft little Hufflepuff.
"Whomp your willow?"
Both boys blushed and the one being asked the question nodded. I choked back a laugh.
"What did it feel like?" the first one asked.
"Really good," the second one mumbled. My lips twitched as I began to think. Then I began to cackle, causing Professor Flitwick to fall off his chair in fright and the two boys to jump. Apparently they hadn't realized I was behind them. How embarrassing for them.
I walked around for the rest of the day, torn between smiling like a lunatic and getting so lost in my thoughts that I wouldn't pay attention to anything going on around me.
I was positive that it would be a brilliant plan but I just needed the perfect phrase. I needed something new, something original.
By dinnertime, I was getting desperate enough that I was going through every conversation I had ever heard that day for something that would work. I knew there had to be something, I knew I had heard the perfect phrase on that particular day, but for the life of me I couldn't remember where I had heard it or what it was.
Of course the one time I wasn't actively thinking of my plan, it came to me.
"Polishing your wand without the right materials can be dangerous! You're lucky only sparks came out!"
The grin on my face grew larger and I could have sworn that I saw a few Hufflepuffs shudder. I remember briefly thinking that I should perhaps lie off on torturing them. After all, that would look bad on the record, wouldn't it? Known for driving classmates mad?
It just so happened to work out in my favor that one of the Slytherin boys had to leave dinner early for something else. A detention with Filch most likely. That or a date at the library. Either way, it worked out perfectly for me. I know it's bad to pick on one of your own house but I couldn't resist. It was too perfect.
"Where are you off to?" I asked loudly as he passed me. "Off to polish your wand in the common room?"
The Slytherin boy in question turned a bright red at the insinuation. A few of the people who were listening snickered.
"W-what?" he stuttered. I blinked and pulled on my 'I'm completely innocent' face.
"I asked if you were off to polish your wand in the common room," I repeated. The boy gave no reply. He just turned redder, if that was possible, and stormed away. I turned back to my meal and resumed eating, wondering when I would hear those fateful words. Surprisingly, it wasn't until after dinner had finished and everyone was leaving.
"My classroom at nine. You have detention."
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