Chapter 4-
A/N-
Hannah- We'd like to thank all the people who have reviewed our humble story.
Emily- Wait…what people?
Hannah- The people in my head, there's Jan, Michelle, Mike, Jake, Liz, Syble-
Emily- Right…Well I hope you enjoy the next chapter, I'm going to go get Hannah help…serious help.
Hannah- Heeeey, we don't needs any help. Filthy Emilys they ruins our fun, yes precious…our fun.
The clock chimed eight times as Emmi and Debbie strolled down the corridors leading to the Defense Against the Dark Arts classroom. Their attempts to recruit Adrian and Ty proved fatal so it was just the two of them and Prof. Weasley.
"I hate you." Emmi muttered under her breath as Debbie knocked on the door.
"Aw, but I love you!" Debbie said sarcastically while rummaging through her bag as she spoke, unaware that Prof. Weasley had opened the door.
"uh…love…you …too?" Prof. Weasley was red, no lie, a pure crayon red.
Debbie jerked up right and Emmi giggled. Debbie looked like a deer caught in headlights.
"Professor, I…I wasn't talking to you…I was…it's a long story." Great, just great! I told him off yesterday and now he thinks I love him! Poor sod…Debbie thought to herself…Wait, he said "love, you, too" ugh! I think I'm gunna vomit!
"Perhaps we should go inside, Professor?" Emmi interjected, Whoosh! I could've cut that tension with a knife!…Emmi thought to herself.
"Right…follow me please." Prof. Weasley led them through the empty classroom towards the door standing ajar at the end of the room. Once inside there was a fireplace behind a desk with perfectly organized piles, of course. And there was table in one corner with 5 seats surrounding it. Prof. Weasley sat at one side and Emmi and Debbie, the other. "Where are the others?"
"Couldn't make it, sorry" Debbie spoke. Man this is awkward.
"Well…this is awkward! Should we get started?" Emmi said.
"Read my mind" Debbie muttered as Prof. Weasley showed them the books and they began studying.
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"Could you please it in a sentence?" Debbie asked. They were working on terms for the Potions and Herbology essays.
"Ok uh. I have a very amyctic rash on my-" He started.
"Woah! I did not need to know that, come on!" Debbie looked like she just swallowed something very tart.
"Well could you please just define the word Deborah?" At this point Prof. Weasley had given up using their surnames and insisted upon calling Debbie by her given name, which ticked her off rightly.
"It's an adjective meaning irritating and or itchy." Debbie yawned and Emmi looked down at her watch.
"Oh my! It's almost 1, we should get going." Emmi and Debbie gathered up their books and Prof. Weasley followed them to the door.
"Thank you Professor" Emmi and Debbie said in unison, both too tired to care that this happened.
"See you ladies later, goodnight." He closed the door and walked to his chambers.
"I still hate you, you know." Emmi whispered as she removed her boots to get into bed.
"I know, I wish there was some way I could at least spare you! I'm the one knee dip in this." Debbie didn't care she was still dressed and laying on top of the bedspread.
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The next morning at breakfast, Debbie and Emmi were desperate to stay out of the sight of Prof. Weasley that they sat amongst the crowded end near the doors.
"Oh thanks so much for gracing us with your presence, and to what do we owe this honor?" Adrian was so obviously sarcastic it wasn't even funny.
"Oh stuff it." Debbie rested her forehead in her head and rubbed her temples while Emmi yawned for god knows how long.
"What? Late night? Out partying with those sodding Gryffindors?" Adrian was no longer sarcastic but minatory.
"ARG! *grunts and mumbles*" Emmi was beyond words and was making gesticulations.
"Look what you've done now Adrian. THIS is why we never sit down here." Debbie lowered her voice and had her head on her brother's shoulder. "Uncle."
"I hate you." Adrian had a sore spot for his sister.
"I love you too sweetie darling." Debbie lifted her head while a tawny barn owl, Scout, and a larger barn owl, Archametes, dropped their letters in Emmi's porridge and Debbie's grits.
"Curses." Emmi and Debbie said in unison as they wiped the food from their letters.
"What are these?" Emmi asks.
"Remember, we each have a dead relative." Debbie opened her letter and it dawned upon Emmi and she opened her own letter.
"Lets match them up?" Emmi suggested, Adrian became distracted while flirting with a 3rd year.
"Oh my!" Were the only words Debbie could get out.
TBC…
We know it's a short chapter, which sucks for you!