HELLO EVERYONE I JUST LISTENED TO EVAN HANSON THE MUSICAL ALL THE WAY THROUGH AND I AM NOW SO AMAZED AND SHOOK AND I CANNOT BEGIN TO EXPRESS WHAT I THINK RIGHT NOW SO IF YOU HAVEN'T LISTENED TO IT DO THAT NOW READ THE SYNOPSIS TOO BECAUSE THE SONGS DON'T MAKE SENSE WITHOUT THE CONTEXT ANYWAYS...
Sorry about taking so long to update, my computer froze, and did some weird crap, actually a whole lot of weird stuff, but anyways O.W.L.S ARE THIS CHAPTER, I bet everyone forgot through the whole Cedric/Harry/Ginny drama, but it's true.
The next morning Harry woke up feeling rather depressed and disheveled.
Ugh...Why do I feel so crappy? What happened yesterday?
He rubbed his eyes and stumbled out of his bed.
Odd...I can't remember going to bed.
Harry stretched out his body and stumbled out of bed trying to gather his thoughts.
For some reason his memory of the previous day was practically blank.
Huh? Odd. I can't seem to remember anything that happened yesterday...
He opened his bleary eyes with difficulty as he pulled himself into a sitting position in his ruffled sheets.
"Harry c'mon! We're gonna be late!"
Harry turned to see Ron along with Seamus and Neville rushing to get their school robes on.
Aww great. School again.
"But I don't wanna get up…." Harry whined slurring his words together in his half awake state.
Ron wasn't taking that for an answer apparently as he dragged Harry out of bed shaking his shoulders ruffly to get his friend to wake up.
"Well neither do I, but we have to graduate don't we?"
However, Harry wasn't giving up easy. He just shoved Ron away and scrambled back under his sheets pulling his pillow out from under him onto his head to block out the sunlight and Ron's nagging presence.
Ron pulled back the sheets and tried to take the pillow away, but the stubborn wizard wouldn't let go.
After about two minutes of this Ron just gave up and got ready to leave.
"Fine! Stay in bed! Don't blame me for you missing O.W.L.s and never becoming an Auror!"
Wait...WHAT?!
Harry immediate sat up rigid in his bed at that.
Ron let out a crazed laugh as he saw his friend suddenly hurry to scramble out of bed.
"Now he moves! Serves you right rejecting my generous aid!"
Harry ignored him trying to get ahold a calendar.
He ripped Neville's off of his wall reminding himself to apologize later.
What day is it? Please be Sunday, or Saturday, or even Tuesday or something! Just not Monday! Not Monday, not Monday, not Monday! Fate if you ever cared about me please let it not be Monday!
The date was…
Monday
Well I'm screwed. Thanks a lot fate.
That morning was a blur. Harry had thrown on his robes, grabbed some notes and books at random, barely even thinking as he sprinted down the stairs into the common room. He didn't brush his teeth, or wash his face, or even put on deodorant, but his lack of hygiene was the least of his problems.
Apparently a good deal of the school thought this too, as the common room was a mess of frazzled-looking students, unbrushed hair, lost books, and panicked faces.
All of the younger students didn't have classes today because of the testing and were just lounging around laughing in their pajamas as the older kids ran around in panic.
Harry looked at them enviously.
Despite his extensive studying, he still felt terribly unprepared. He counted his books fast, making sure he had all of them, and hastily found a table in the common room to study at. He sat down, and began rummaging through his books.
"Hello!" Hermione said quickly under her breath, looking almost more of a mess than Harry.
She looked as if her stress had reactivated her hair problem from first hair, and it she her head looked like an angry Crookshanks.
"Can you believe it? O.W.L.s are finally here!" she said, panicked, "I ONLY MEMORIZED 11 OF OUR TEXTBOOKS?" she exclaimed "11! ANOTHER 2 BOOKS TO MEMORIZE! I'M GOING TO FAIL!" she cried.
Everyone paused for a minute to look at the crazed girl incredulously.
"YOU'RE GOING TO PASS FOR THE LAST TIME!" they all screamed at her once more after having to deal with her panicked state for the past month.
"HOW DO YOU KNOW THAT? HUH?!" Hermione yelled back.
"BECAUSE IF YOU DON'T THEN WE'LL ALL FAIL!" yelled Harry, who had forgot to study the day before.
Or did I? I honestly can't remember.
Professor McGonagall showed up in the doorway, and led the panicking students to their doom. On the way there, there was a crowd around Hermione, as she recited the History of MAgic textbook word-for-word to the other nervous students.
"Ah yes O.W.L.s have arrived. I both love and despise this time. Love because for once everyone is listening in my class. Despise because of the actually testing drama." Harry heard her say under her breath as she lead the panicking students down the corridor. She sighed, and touched the impeccable bun her hair was kept in, and he couldn't help thinking of how it contrasted to the messy, tangled nests on the stressed students' heads.
Then as they rushed down the hallway some random kid flew by screaming, "I'M GOING TO DIIIIIEEEE!"
Some students paused to look at him then looked to Professor McGonagall expecting her to reprimand the student. However, she just ignored them as if this was completely normal, which considering the current circumstances probably was in fact.
Along the hallway in the benches, people practiced summoning and transfiguration charms on their books, while others quizzed each other on how to care for a baby unicorn.
Copies of "Fantastic Beasts and Where to Find Them" were strewn across one hallway, which McGonagall flicked her wand and set in a neat stack in the corner without a second glance.
Neville looked close to an emotional breakdown, as Luna was trying to show him how to do an Expelliarmus charm. Despite the commotion, Harry grinned. Expelliarmus. That was his absolute favorite!
Harry casually handed Neville some of his most in-depth notes on Expelliarmus.
Neville grinned, and thanked him, and Luna gave him a relieved look.
Finally they reached the Great Hall where most of the testing was to take place.
Then the nervous singing began along with strange tense music.
"One, two, three, four, five, six, seven, eight, nine…."
Harry, Hermione, and Ron stepped forward as if possessed to sing the next few lines.
"It's the Ten Test Commandments!"
Then everyone sang together in sync.
"It's the Ten Test Commandments!"
….
"Number one!"
Then they started rapping.
"The challenge: demand fresh parchment. If they do provide no need for further comments." Harry said.
"Number two!" the surrounding students sang. "If they don't, grab some of a friends', that's your second!" said Ron said, searching through his schoolbag for a quill. "Your writing supply when there's a lesson to be reckoned!" said Hermione said, handing Ron a quill.
"Number three!" exclaimed the students.
"Have your students and tests come face to face!" instructed Dumbledore.
"Negotiate an answer!" said Hermione, rubbing her head, trying to think of one.
"Or negotiate a time and place!" said Neville, holding up his chubby little fists.
Luna facepalmed as the crowd of students gave her a collective "Get your man" look.
"Panic is commonplace, especially among students." said McGonagall.
"Most people pass if they are prudent!" added Fred and George in unison, giving Ron encouraging thumbs-ups through the classroom window they were glued to.
How did they get there? Ron thought We have to be 20 floors up in the equivalent of a regular muggle building!
"Number 4!" said the crowd of students, "But if you don't pass, that's okay! You can just go back to the muggle world and work for little pay!" said Dumbledore cheerfully.
Yeah, no pressure or anything. Ron thought gloomily
"This test is pretty hard, let's hope you don't die!" said George. "If you cheat off Hermione, your grades will be high!" Fred added cheerfully as they drove off in the Weasley's flying car.
So that's how they got here. thought Ron. Mom's going to kill them.
"Five!" yelled the students.
"Hope you remember notes from last night..." said Ron, running a hand through his bright red hair nervously.
"And that maybe Neville won't try to fight!" said Luna as Neville blushed lowering his hands.
"Number six!" the students sang.
Snape walked in, and in his dreary voice he said "Look carefully at the paper, you are going to have to face this."
"Face your fate, that's the only way you can ace this!"
"Seven!" exclaimed the students.
"Confess any sins. Ready to face the teachers. Hopefully you don't soil your breachers." said Neville.
"Number eight!"
"Your last chance to get your thoughts straight. Revisit your tricky answers, they control your fate!"
"Harry Potter."
"Professor Snape sir?"
"Haven't we agreed that this singing during a test is dumb and immature?"
"Sure, but Hamilton is a great musical, sir."
"Yes, but this is school. Doesn't it seem absurd Potter?"
"Hang on, how many major musicals were so relatable to our crisis?" Harry said.
"Okay, so we're doing this…" he mumbled in his monotone, greasy, Snapey way.
"Number nine!"
"Look 'em in the eye, aim your wand higher! Summon all the courage you require! Then count:"
"One, two, three, four, five, six, seven, eight, nine…."
"Number ten—"
"Start!" shouted professor Dumbledore.
Then the room fell silent as the students went to work on their tests.
Wow. It takes me sooo long to come up with suitable rhymes, this is probably why I am a story writer, and not a song writer. XD Writing this was like a whole lot of deja vu, because this is like the PSAT 8/9 or the HSA all over again. Getting up, not hygienizing, and cramming in every available second... But at least it's summer now so we don't get any more stressful tests with creative acronyms. :)
Yet...
-RBU
P.S. I wonder if hygenizing is a word...
P.S.S. STEP OUT STEP OUT OF THE SUN IF YOU KEEP GETTING BURRNNNEDDD STEP OUT STEP OUT OF THE SUN BECAUSE YOU LEARNED, BECAUSE YOU LEARNEDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDD
