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Sorry it's been so long, my teachers are evil and do not think that we should have ANY time in our lives for things like fun, eating, sleeping, breathing.you get the idea.
MUGGLE EXPERIENCE: CHAPTER 7
The next day was a Friday. The three boys had spent the entire previous night plotting revenge against Malcom, Piers and their gang. Harry and Ron were a bit worried about whether or not it was wrong at first. Then Draco had reminded them of Malcom's lunch stealing and beating up.
So, as they sat around the kitchen table eating breakfast, they could barely keep their eyes open. Vernon and Petunia were none the wiser to the nocturnal gathering as Harry had cast a silencing charm around the bedroom. Vernon glared at them all
"this weekend you are all to be on your best behaviour. Dudley is coming home for a visit."
Harry choked. Ron looked amused (remembering the ton tongue toffee).
"The boy from the photos?" Draco asked, gesturing to a large portrait of the enormous boy hanging on the wall.
"Yes." Aunt Petunia said proudly. "his school allow monthly weekend visits home."
"oh." Draco said. "How come Harry never comes here when he's allowed home?"
Harry decided that was enough from the curious one for now and exclaimed, "Look at the time! We've got to go!"
"We've got ages!" Draco said
"Not if you want to get a football on the way to use at lunchtime." Harry argued
"Yes let's go now." Ron said looking excited again. The two of them dragged Draco from the room before an awkward looking Aunt Petunia attempted an answer.
The three boys marched away from the house and down the road. "What was the hurry? I don't want to learn stupid football anyway."
"Well I do." Ron snapped.
"Can't you just shut up at the dinner table. My aunt and uncle don't like people asking questions. Especially stupid ones like that, I mean, would you want to go home every holiday if you were related to them?!"
"Not really. I only asked to piss you off. You're so hypersensitive about them."
Harry crushed the overwhelming desire to punch the smug little git in the face and instead, doubled his pace. Ron ran to keep up. Draco hung back looking satisfied on a job well done.
"Harry! Slow down." Ron panted
"No!"
"Look, just ignore him. I'll help you curse him later, but first, what about the plan?"
"alright." Harry slowed down, and with a nasty glare at Malfoy walked into the shop. He helped Ron select a football.
"What sports are these for?!" Ron exclaimed at the large collection of balls and bats.
"Golf, cricket, tennis, badminton and hockey." Harry said pointing as he went.
"Wow." Said Ron in awe. "Can you show - "
"Lets tackle football first." Harry said, cutting Ron off.
After they paid, they headed towards school. Malfoy was nowhere in sight. Outside the school gates they could clearly see Piers and friends talking excitedly.
Feeling a hand grab the back of each of their jumpers they gave identical noises of surprise as they were pulled into an alleyway. "Shut up you idiots." Draco hissed. "Follow me."
Draco pulled then in the shadows nearer to the conversing gang.
"Then he like, pulled out a twig. The other two ran up looking really scared and pulled him away, like they thought he was going to stab me to death with it or something."
"Weird." Malcom replied. "at lunchtime they're dead."
The gang swaggered into the school. "They were going to attack us a at lunch?" Ron said
"We'll get them first"
the first class was drama. Draco and Harry were partners. Ron was partnered with a girl who kept staring at him. "Weasley's got himself a girlfriend." Draco said with a smirk.
"don't be stupid." Harry said.
The class were sitting in a large circle on the floor. The girl with blonde curly hair and freckles kept inching closer to Ron. Ron then inched further from her. By the time the drama teacher had finished the register, Ron was almost sitting on the knee of the boy next to him, and there was a gap of about a foot between the curly haired girl and the person next to her. The boy next to Ron was eyeing him as if he thought he was a pervert and would attack at any second.
The drama teacher eyeing the strange behaviour going on in her circle of students stood up. "Right. We are going to begin the lesson with a period of relaxation, then we can go into doing improvisations based on the start of Shakespearean play Mac Beth.
Spread yourselves out around the room and lay down." The class stood up to choose their relaxing places. "Now." Draco muttered to Harry and Ron.
They all nodded at each other a couple of times and then discreetly pointed their wands at the gang and muttered a spell. They then spread out and lay down on the floor, smiling widely.
"Close your eyes and concentrate on your breathing." The teacher then instructed them to breath to her counting and to visualise certain situations.
Ron, Harry and Draco were having immense difficulty with this because of the desire to giggle. As they all lay there with their eyes closed, they all had half grins/half grimaces on their faces due to the effort involved in staying calm.
Ron cracked first. The silence of the room was broken by a loud snort of hysteria from Ron. Spurned on by this Harry and Draco also snorted and they all clutched their ribs as they giggled hysterically.
"That's enough!" The teacher snapped.
After being threatened with a detention they shut up and joined in with the rest of the class.
After the 'relaxation' everyone was instructed to sit around with their partner and another set, making 4 people. The class was to practice the witches scene from Mac Beth in a modern light.
Harry, Ron, Draco and the girl, revealed to be called Emily, sat in their four. Upon catching sight of Draco, Emily abandoned her worshipping of Ron and began to fawn over Draco instead.
"Ahem." Harry said loudly, as another round of inching began. "Has anybody here actually read this scene from Mac Beth?"
Emily immediately looking excited exclaimed, "I have." Then became silent, gazing at Draco with longing.
"Well?" Ron asked testily, sitting between Draco and the girl.
"it's the bit where the witches sit around a cauldron. Can't remember what they're doing exactly. They chant a lot. 'boil, boil, toil and trouble. Fire burn and cauldron bubble'. Something like that anyway, I'm not really sure."
"So basically we have to pretend to make an evil potion, only in a 'modern way'" Draco sneered.
"I don't think the potion is important. I think we have to imagine what a modern day witch would be like." Emily said
"If making an evil potion." Harry added.
"Yeah. So, first, you have to pretend to be female." Emily directed
"What? Why can't there be men?" Ron asked
"Because they're witches!"
"So, why can't wizards be making the potion?"
Emily ground her teeth "Because they're witches! Men can't do that!"
"Why?" Draco asked
"They just can't!" Emily exclaimed.
They were interrupted by a loud crash "Showtime!" Draco crowed.
Piers, Malcom and two other boys were arguing in slurred voices!
"She's my girlfriend!"
"Nah man! She's mine innit!"
Malcom took at a swing at his friend and missed. He fell atop him and knocked the others to the floor at the same time. They began to laugh hysterically, and made several, failed attempts to get off each other.
The teacher stormed over to them and attempted to pull them apart. Upon catching scent of Piers's breath she screeched "Have you been drinking?!"
"No (hic)." Piers shouted far too loudly "They 'ave though!"
"No we haven't!" the other three shouted back. Looking quite terrified the teacher sent some of the others to get the security workers in the school.
A drunken brawl ensued, the rest of the class standing pressed back into the corners of the hall. Objects were being thrown. Harry had to use his wand to avoid being hit by a chair.
When security arrived, along with the head teacher, they separated the boys and the head teacher shouted about suspension. The boys tramped out of the room and, arms linked began to sing loudly and drunkenly "Nobody loves me! Everybody hates me!..."
The class were either still looking scared or finding the whole situation very funny.
The teacher called early break time, and left the drama hall, drawing a hip flask from her handbag.
"Inebriation spell." Draco laughed. "Gotta remember that one."
"I wonder what Snape is like drunk. We should do it on him." Ron whispered in Harry's ear.
The three of them dissolved into laughter again.
A/N That's it for now. Football and Dudley in the next chapter!! While you wait, allow me to point you in the direction of my other fics (blushes and coughs nervously, due to hatred of plugs like this one)
Sorry it's been so long, my teachers are evil and do not think that we should have ANY time in our lives for things like fun, eating, sleeping, breathing.you get the idea.
MUGGLE EXPERIENCE: CHAPTER 7
The next day was a Friday. The three boys had spent the entire previous night plotting revenge against Malcom, Piers and their gang. Harry and Ron were a bit worried about whether or not it was wrong at first. Then Draco had reminded them of Malcom's lunch stealing and beating up.
So, as they sat around the kitchen table eating breakfast, they could barely keep their eyes open. Vernon and Petunia were none the wiser to the nocturnal gathering as Harry had cast a silencing charm around the bedroom. Vernon glared at them all
"this weekend you are all to be on your best behaviour. Dudley is coming home for a visit."
Harry choked. Ron looked amused (remembering the ton tongue toffee).
"The boy from the photos?" Draco asked, gesturing to a large portrait of the enormous boy hanging on the wall.
"Yes." Aunt Petunia said proudly. "his school allow monthly weekend visits home."
"oh." Draco said. "How come Harry never comes here when he's allowed home?"
Harry decided that was enough from the curious one for now and exclaimed, "Look at the time! We've got to go!"
"We've got ages!" Draco said
"Not if you want to get a football on the way to use at lunchtime." Harry argued
"Yes let's go now." Ron said looking excited again. The two of them dragged Draco from the room before an awkward looking Aunt Petunia attempted an answer.
The three boys marched away from the house and down the road. "What was the hurry? I don't want to learn stupid football anyway."
"Well I do." Ron snapped.
"Can't you just shut up at the dinner table. My aunt and uncle don't like people asking questions. Especially stupid ones like that, I mean, would you want to go home every holiday if you were related to them?!"
"Not really. I only asked to piss you off. You're so hypersensitive about them."
Harry crushed the overwhelming desire to punch the smug little git in the face and instead, doubled his pace. Ron ran to keep up. Draco hung back looking satisfied on a job well done.
"Harry! Slow down." Ron panted
"No!"
"Look, just ignore him. I'll help you curse him later, but first, what about the plan?"
"alright." Harry slowed down, and with a nasty glare at Malfoy walked into the shop. He helped Ron select a football.
"What sports are these for?!" Ron exclaimed at the large collection of balls and bats.
"Golf, cricket, tennis, badminton and hockey." Harry said pointing as he went.
"Wow." Said Ron in awe. "Can you show - "
"Lets tackle football first." Harry said, cutting Ron off.
After they paid, they headed towards school. Malfoy was nowhere in sight. Outside the school gates they could clearly see Piers and friends talking excitedly.
Feeling a hand grab the back of each of their jumpers they gave identical noises of surprise as they were pulled into an alleyway. "Shut up you idiots." Draco hissed. "Follow me."
Draco pulled then in the shadows nearer to the conversing gang.
"Then he like, pulled out a twig. The other two ran up looking really scared and pulled him away, like they thought he was going to stab me to death with it or something."
"Weird." Malcom replied. "at lunchtime they're dead."
The gang swaggered into the school. "They were going to attack us a at lunch?" Ron said
"We'll get them first"
the first class was drama. Draco and Harry were partners. Ron was partnered with a girl who kept staring at him. "Weasley's got himself a girlfriend." Draco said with a smirk.
"don't be stupid." Harry said.
The class were sitting in a large circle on the floor. The girl with blonde curly hair and freckles kept inching closer to Ron. Ron then inched further from her. By the time the drama teacher had finished the register, Ron was almost sitting on the knee of the boy next to him, and there was a gap of about a foot between the curly haired girl and the person next to her. The boy next to Ron was eyeing him as if he thought he was a pervert and would attack at any second.
The drama teacher eyeing the strange behaviour going on in her circle of students stood up. "Right. We are going to begin the lesson with a period of relaxation, then we can go into doing improvisations based on the start of Shakespearean play Mac Beth.
Spread yourselves out around the room and lay down." The class stood up to choose their relaxing places. "Now." Draco muttered to Harry and Ron.
They all nodded at each other a couple of times and then discreetly pointed their wands at the gang and muttered a spell. They then spread out and lay down on the floor, smiling widely.
"Close your eyes and concentrate on your breathing." The teacher then instructed them to breath to her counting and to visualise certain situations.
Ron, Harry and Draco were having immense difficulty with this because of the desire to giggle. As they all lay there with their eyes closed, they all had half grins/half grimaces on their faces due to the effort involved in staying calm.
Ron cracked first. The silence of the room was broken by a loud snort of hysteria from Ron. Spurned on by this Harry and Draco also snorted and they all clutched their ribs as they giggled hysterically.
"That's enough!" The teacher snapped.
After being threatened with a detention they shut up and joined in with the rest of the class.
After the 'relaxation' everyone was instructed to sit around with their partner and another set, making 4 people. The class was to practice the witches scene from Mac Beth in a modern light.
Harry, Ron, Draco and the girl, revealed to be called Emily, sat in their four. Upon catching sight of Draco, Emily abandoned her worshipping of Ron and began to fawn over Draco instead.
"Ahem." Harry said loudly, as another round of inching began. "Has anybody here actually read this scene from Mac Beth?"
Emily immediately looking excited exclaimed, "I have." Then became silent, gazing at Draco with longing.
"Well?" Ron asked testily, sitting between Draco and the girl.
"it's the bit where the witches sit around a cauldron. Can't remember what they're doing exactly. They chant a lot. 'boil, boil, toil and trouble. Fire burn and cauldron bubble'. Something like that anyway, I'm not really sure."
"So basically we have to pretend to make an evil potion, only in a 'modern way'" Draco sneered.
"I don't think the potion is important. I think we have to imagine what a modern day witch would be like." Emily said
"If making an evil potion." Harry added.
"Yeah. So, first, you have to pretend to be female." Emily directed
"What? Why can't there be men?" Ron asked
"Because they're witches!"
"So, why can't wizards be making the potion?"
Emily ground her teeth "Because they're witches! Men can't do that!"
"Why?" Draco asked
"They just can't!" Emily exclaimed.
They were interrupted by a loud crash "Showtime!" Draco crowed.
Piers, Malcom and two other boys were arguing in slurred voices!
"She's my girlfriend!"
"Nah man! She's mine innit!"
Malcom took at a swing at his friend and missed. He fell atop him and knocked the others to the floor at the same time. They began to laugh hysterically, and made several, failed attempts to get off each other.
The teacher stormed over to them and attempted to pull them apart. Upon catching scent of Piers's breath she screeched "Have you been drinking?!"
"No (hic)." Piers shouted far too loudly "They 'ave though!"
"No we haven't!" the other three shouted back. Looking quite terrified the teacher sent some of the others to get the security workers in the school.
A drunken brawl ensued, the rest of the class standing pressed back into the corners of the hall. Objects were being thrown. Harry had to use his wand to avoid being hit by a chair.
When security arrived, along with the head teacher, they separated the boys and the head teacher shouted about suspension. The boys tramped out of the room and, arms linked began to sing loudly and drunkenly "Nobody loves me! Everybody hates me!..."
The class were either still looking scared or finding the whole situation very funny.
The teacher called early break time, and left the drama hall, drawing a hip flask from her handbag.
"Inebriation spell." Draco laughed. "Gotta remember that one."
"I wonder what Snape is like drunk. We should do it on him." Ron whispered in Harry's ear.
The three of them dissolved into laughter again.
A/N That's it for now. Football and Dudley in the next chapter!! While you wait, allow me to point you in the direction of my other fics (blushes and coughs nervously, due to hatred of plugs like this one)