A/N: Well, I've decided that I like
this font. I dunno if all you people do,
but I do, so I don't really care what you think. I actually do…. but well anyway…back to the real point…THERE IS NONE!
HAHAHA!
**Astra, now with her Magical Mystical Fanfic author
powers, is sitting at her computer, talking to Ketupe, and Hedwig(a different Hedwig,
this one is a girl, not an owl…we'll call her heddy, so they don't get
confused, even though I doubt the owl Hedwig will show up in this story, but
you never do know…) in her Cheesecake chat room.**
Astra: I'm happy happy happy!
Ketupe: Like we haven't noticed…
Astra: Grrr…
Heddy: Did you guys do your English
homework?
Ketupe: Yuppers
Astra: We had English homework? When?
Where? Nobody tells me these things…
Heddy: We had to read the next two
chapters in "Tale of Two cities"
Ketupe: We had to re…Hey! I was about to
say that but you sent it before me…How Rude!
Astra: I hate Dickens!
Ketupe: I conifer
Heddy: me2
Astra: Well I better go do that…see you
guys later…
(User: Astra has left the room)
*****
**Instead of turning off the computer and Reading
her english like a good girl, Astra decides to start on that Global Studies
Paper that is due on Friday…She is writing it on Child Labour in India.**
"Did
you know that there is child labour in India?
Well I did, and its what I'm gonna write about in this report.
Ok…lets
begin. These kids have to work long
hours and its really bad, cause they cant go to the bathroom, and its hot and
they sweat, and that's why they call it sweat shops…and they don't make any money
and they get more in debt, and I wanna cry and its so sad, and we should help 'em
cause were the lucky ones and we should all just join FTC…cause that's a group
and they help those kids and they really need our help. like I said that they cave to work allot and
not even go to school…
Voice: by your writing, it seems like you
have never been to school!
Astra: That wasn't very nice…I'm trying
here…HEY! What was that! a mysterious
voice…"
::A poofing sound is heard and Hermione
Granger appears standing next to Astra's desk::
Hermione: That is the most pathetic report
I've ever seen in my whole life! Look
at that grammar, those run on sentences….
Astra: Well…um…what do you propose I do?
Hermione: **Pushes Astra out of the chair
and sits down** Here just let me fix it…
**Hermione types away, fixing Astra's
mess-of-a-report. It seems as though
she is making it longer also…because by now it is over a page**
Astra: Um…what are you doing? Are you almost done?
Hermione: I'm fixing it. and adding a bit,
but you want to get a good grade don't you?
Astra: Well yeah, but…um…what if my mum
comes up here, and sees Hermione in my room.
wont she be a bit suspicious? I mean, who knew you were real? well other
than me, and the multitudes of other people who's lives you have invaded
recently?
~Hermione types: And then a bunch of
Hogwarts students walk in, because they are on a field trip to learn about
muggle society.
(- - around someones name means they are
one of the field trip kids)
-Joan-: WOW! nobody in these pictures move! How strange!
-William-: What is this thing? (he picks
up the phone and starts pressing random numbers…a voice can be heard from the
phone saying…"you have just called the psychic hotline. that will be $3.00 a minute…please wait
while we connect you to your psychic…)
-Anthony-: I've seen these before…what you
do is put it up to your ear like this, and talk into it.
**Hermione seems to think the whole fiasco
is quite amusing, and watches contentedly**
**There is a loud crash is heard from the
direction of downstairs**
Astra: What the Heck was that? ~she runs
downstairs to find out. there is
shattered glass on the floor, and a window is broken. I student lays in the garden outside and there is glass out there
too. there is what seems to be a broken
broom next to her.~ What is going on
here people! you are ruining the house! Good thing my mom's not home cause she would be…
**Astra is cut off. the girl that went through the window is now
talking
-billie-sue-:
Sorry. really i
am, i just saw the broom, and thought that…well…I wanted to try it out ya know,
cause I didn't know what it would do, being a Muggle broom and all, so well, I did…but
it went a bit mad, and flew through the window.
Astra: I'm sorry, that you got hurt, but
this is my house, and you are invading it.
Professor…(she addresses the teacher they are with) could you please
clean this up, and calm down your students please? pretty please? with sugar on
top? and a cherry? and chocolate sprinkles?
Professor Mystery Man: Girl, there is no need to beg, I've been
trying to calm them, down, but I didn't want to resort to magic, seeing we were
in the Muggle world…I wasn't aware you knew who we were.
Astra: Put them all in full body binds for
all I care! just stop them from doing
any more damage.
(after this Astra goes back upstairs to
see what cookin' in the bouse)
+When she gets to her room she sees that
someone else is on the phone, someone is playing with the computer, and still
others are tap, tap tapping on her fish tank.+
Astra: What is going on up here?
Hermione: They are just amusing themselves.
Astra: Who's on the phone now?
-Joan-: That's Meggio, She's trying to
call her uncle-in-law who's a Muggle doctor.
he lives in the democratic republic of the Congo.
Astra: What are my parents going to think
when they see 'psychic hotline' and 'The democratic republic of the congo' on
their phone bill?!
Astra sits down on her bed to think of
a plan while the mayhem continues…a few moments later…
Astra: I've got it! Hermione…do you still have that time turner?
Hermione: yes….why?
Astra: Oh…Blast it all! I was gonna use it to go back in time and
make it so none of this fiasco happened, but..then I realized that I'd have to
talk to my past self to do that, and that would totally freak my past self out,
and she would be scarred for life, and then she or I, or whoever, would have to
go to therapy for an eternity, and everybody would think I was psycho!
Hermione: You have a problem with run-on-sentences
-Joan-: um, sorry to break it to you, but I
think you already are a bit crazy…
Astra: Oy! (an: I love that word…rons not
in this one, so I had to say it for him) There's only one way to solve this.
{she pushes the kids at the computer out
of the way. she goes into the word
processor and types: All the visiting Hogwarts students magically disappear and
Hermione is forced to clean up the whole mess because it was her fault to begin
with. She also promises never to criticize
my run on sentences again, even though the thought of a grammatical error
frightens her…she has to control herself}
The End
P.S.
This indeed happened as
written due to the fact that Astra was in the possession of full magical
mystical fanfic author powers even though she didn't really deserve them
because her stories were so stupid and usually had her in them….
Joan went on to state the obvious to everyone
she knew because that was her specialty,
William ended up going into the field of
divination, and wrote the horoscopes for the Daily Prophet, before being fired
for being an un-reliable source
Billie-Sue became a very good chaser for the
Ravenclaw team, and helped them to many victories.
Anthony, I'm sorry to say, was killed by
You-Know-Who
Meggio went to visit her Uncle-in-law in the
democratic republic of the Congo, and got eaten by an Evil Demon who went by
the name of Rufus.
No one really knows what happened to professor mystery
man because he was a mystery. some suspect
he is a troll in disguise, but I doubt it, they are kinda large and smelly, and
he wasn't so, it had to be a pretty good disguise. It turns out he wasn't really a professor. I think he is the
solemn dude from my Zebularr story
Hermione had a wonderful (in a sarcastic tone
of voice) time cleaning up the mess, and vowed never to help anyone with their
homework again, to Harry and Ron's great dismay.
Astra to made a vow, that from then on she
would be known as Astra the Insane…but that didn't last long, because Heddy
liked to call her a Chicken (even though Heddy was Banish-ed) and Ketupe kept
calling her Sir-Properly-Decapitated-Podmore, and Justin Finch-Flechley, for
reasons un-known to us.
She handed in the newly revised version of her
child labour essay, that somehow survived the whole ordeal, and even attempted
to read her English assignment, even though it was torture the whole way.
Disclaimer: Hermione belongs to J.K. Rowling,
so do Sir-Properly-decapitated-podmore, and Justin Finch-Flechley and
You-Know-Who. The democratic republic
of the Congo belongs to itself, and so does Psychic hotline. Tale of two cities belongs to dickens, FTC
belongs to Craig Kielburger, and the Evil Demon belongs to himself. I know there are a lot of things I left out,
but oh well. Pooy on your Pituitary Gland!
Claimer: I belong to myself, Heddy and Ketupe
belong to themselves, All the students, Magical mystical, and Professor mystery
man also belong to be…etc…
an: I know, its even worse than the first one,
but review it anyway, cause I want you to. Bye!
