We're back!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Chapeter 3.
(No, that was not a typo. Medea can't do anything right.)
(My name is Miracle and I smell like old cheese)
(Loser! I do NOT smell like old cheese. Unlike someone here.)
(Stop insulting your little Snapey-kins!)
(Miracle: Shut-up. Snape: 50 points from Gryffindor)
(You really suck, you know that?)
(::both Slytherins grin evilly::)
NP: Ahem. Getting back to the story. It's the first day of school and all seems well.
Miracle: Well, here we are.
Medea: First day of school.
Malfoy: What are you two doing?
Miracle: Uh. having breakfast. What about you?
Malfoy: No, I mean why are you, a Gryffindor, and you, a Slytherin, sitting together?
Miracle: Wait, you got us mixed up. I'm the Slytherin. She's the Gryffindor.
Malfoy: Argh! JUST WHY ARE YOU TWO SITTING TOGETHER?
Medea: Uh. WE'RE RELATED, STUPID HEAD!
Malfoy: True.
Miracle: Will you leave us be?
Malfoy: No.
Medea: Really, Malfoy, it's too early in the morning.
Miracle: Yeah, come back later, when we're not so tired and have the energy to stand looking at your face.
Malfoy: OK. ::leaves::
Miracle: Wow.
Medea: What?
Miracle: What's up with Malfoy? He just.left. HE ACTUALLY LISTENED TO ME!!!!!!
Harry: ::grins evilly:: Let's just say that Snape is more helpful than we thought. Those potions on page 52 are great to slip into annoying brats' drinks.
Hermione: Harry, you didn't-
Harry: What?
Hermione: Spike his drink?
Harry: Maybe.
Seamus: Where's Ron?
Miracle: Um. he had an accident. At home. He can't come back to school this year.
Medea: ::mutters:: Some accident.
NP: As the children continued on with their mindless chatter, a horde of owls flew though the room and delivered the daily mail. The students also received their schedules, and much to their surprise, the normal Defense Against the Dark Arts class had all but vanished. However, the class had been replaced, replaced with a never-before-used subject at Hogwarts-
Hermione: We're taking SELF-GROOMING???
Seamus: Woohoo! Fleur Delacour's the teacher!
Harry: Ron would've loved this.
Miracle: Would you stop bringing that up? Why must everyone hate me so?
Harry: You're uh. a Slytherin.
Miracle: Fine. I'm leaving. At least they appreciate me.
::walks to Slytherin table::
Medea: Oh, well. We'll see her soon.
Harry: Why?
::points to schedule::
Harry: Dear Lord.
Hermione: What?
Medea: Potions.
Hermione: Oh.
Medea: But we do have Self-Grooming right afterwards.
Harry: Yes!
Hermione: Oh joy.
Medea: Don't worry, Hermione, you'll only fail. Miserably. And your GPA will go WAY down.
Hermione: NOOOOOO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! ::a couple of seconds later:: Wait we don't get GPAs.
Medea: ::sarcastically:: No really? I never knew that!
Harry: You didn't?
Medea: Just go to the next scene!
NP: All right, all right! Later in Potions class.
Miracle: Yayness! My favorite class! And we didn't have to go through all that hard flying stuff like we had to in the stupid video game.
Harry: ::turns white:: There's a video game?
Medea: Yeah. You wanna play?
Harry: There's a video game?
Medea: Yes Harry. Video Game.
Hermione: About Harry?
Random girl who sits in the common room in the Harry Potter Playstation game: Of course there is you idiots! How do you think I got here?
::everyone stops to stare at the Random girl who sits in the common room in the Harry Potter Playstation game::
Harry: You don't think I could ::cough:: play this game, do you?
Medea: Sure ya can! Just don't hurt my Playstation.you will so never hear the end of it.
Harry: There's a video game about me.::stares vacantly at the wall::
Miracle: Uh.hello??? Earth to Harry? Class starts in like, two minutes! ::rocks in seat with glee::
::One minute later. Snape walks in.::
Snape: Unfortunate though it is, it's time to begin class.
Medea: ::whispers to Miracle: I thought you said two minutes.
Miracle: ::whispers back:: Oh, shush up.
Snape: Quiet! Who's talking in my class? ::looks over:: Oh, it's Miracle. That's fine then. Welcome back by the way. I swear these brats are driving me insane. It's good to have someone sane once in a while.
Miracle: ::blushes:: Aw, thanks Professor!
Snape: I wasn't talking about you! I was talking about Vanessa!
Miracle: ::frowns:: Vanessa?
Snape: ::all happy-ish:: Yes! She's just found out- she's a witch!
::Pretty looking girl smiles and waves in corner of room::
::Boys all whistle::
Miracle: ::glares daggers at Vanessa:: ::whispers:: She won't be here for long.
Snape: What was that?
Miracle: I just asked what house she was in.
Snape: Oh, she's in Slytherin! Isn't it great? You'll be great friends!
Miracle: Smashing.
NP: And so Potions class went on.
Snape: I will pair you with your partners today.
Everyone else: Aww.
::Miracle steps away from Malfoy::
Miracle: ::whispers:: We're may not be partners now.
::Malfoy looks relieved::
::Miracle continues::
Miracle: ::still whispering:: But we need to talk later.
::Look of relief leaves Malfoy's face::
Miracle: ::still whispering:: You never mentioned her. She was not part of our deal. ::looks like she could spit venom at Vanessa::
Snape: Malfoy and Potter.
Harry: Figures.
Snape: Miracle and Vanessa.
Miracle: Wonderful. I get stuck with Miss "Hi, I'm Vanessa. I'm Snapey's hair-dresser!"
Snape: Medea and Random girl who sits in the common room in the Harry Potter Playstation game.
Medea: Yay! I guess.
Snape: Granger with Longbottom. Begin!
:: Students start working on their potions. Snape walks through classroom, saying his usual snide remarks and sarcastic comments and flashing a rare smile at Vanessa every time he walks by Miracle and her. Miracle slowly turns red. By the end of class, she resembles Elmo, only she's much taller and redder.::
::After class::
Vanessa: I'm so glad we got to be partners today, Miracle.
Miracle: ::darkly:: Yeah, yeah.
Vanessa: You know, Severus has told me all about you.
Miracle: ::lightens up:: Really?
Vanessa: Yeah! He says you're his best student!
Miracle: Well, I do try my best. ::doesn't look red anymore::
Vanessa: Yeah. You are really good.
::Two walk off together::
In Self-Grooming Class.
Parvati: I'm so glad that they replaced D.A.D.A with Self-Grooming! This class is going to be a snap!
Hermione: I hate you!
Parvati: :: slowly inches away from Hermione::
Harry: ::continues to stare vacantly at the wall:: There's a video game about me.
::Fleur walks in::
Fleur: Hello class! Welcome to 'Zelf-Grooming! In 'zis class you shall learn how to take proper care of yourselves, and how to be pretty people!
Hermione: Excuse me please, Miss Delacour, but what happened to Defense Against the Dark Arts, and why are we taking Self-Grooming?
Fleur: Well, according to 'Eadmasteer Dumbledore, no one would sign up for 'ze job. D.A.D.A was cancelled entirely also because each teacher would last no more 'zan one year.
Hermione: Yes, but isn't D.A.D.A important?
Fleur: Yes, but not as 'emportant as fixing 'zat unruly hair of yours!
::Hermione glares darkly at Fleur, but too interested in her hair, Fleur doesn't notice::
Fleur: Now, class. 'Ermione's 'air is too puffy.
Hermione: Hey!
Fleur: But Parvati's 'air is too flat!
Parvati: Hey!
Fleur: So, vat ve do is take 'zis, ::pulls out lock of Hermione's hair:: and 'zis, :: pulls out lock of Parvati's hair:: and voila! Ve have 'ze perfect 'air! ::Taps wand to both locks::
::Hermione's hair turns all pretty-ish::
::Parvati's hair turns all pretty-ish::
Harry: Oooh! Your hair is all pretty-ish!
NP: And so the day went on.
At the end of the day.
Harry: Can I play now?
Medea: Sure.
NP: So they went to Medea's room to play video games.
Harry: Ooooh! Pretty game!!!
A/N (Medea): Oooh! Cliffhangerness! Well, if you really wanna know what happens next, please review! Please? Please? ::puppy eyes:: Anyway, if you do, maybe you'll find out the answers to many questions you may be er.asking! Like: What happened to Larry? Is Harry scarred for life after playing that video game? What's up with Miracle and her strange 'deal'? Why are we asking you so many questions? Why won't you review? Why won't you stop reading my author's note? Why-
Miracle: That's enough, Medea
Medea: But!
Miracle: All right then. Time for my A/N!
A/N(Miracle): Snapey! I'm done.
Medea: That's it? That's all? You're done? You-
Snape: 5 points from Gryffindor!
Medea: But why?
Snape: Stop asking stupid questions!
Medea: But why?
Snape: Because, the review button is coming up.
Medea: Oh.
Miracle: GO REVIEW!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Medea: Please? ::puppy eyes:: Or I'll start up again with the question asking.
Everyone else: Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa!!!!!!!! ::Everyone runs::
Medea: What?
Disclaimer: Blah.these so bite.well, Miracle asked me to do this 'cause she's so lazy-
Miracle: Hey! I did the last one!
Medea: Yes, but are you doing this one?
Miracle: You really suck, you know that? I'm going back to potions class. At least there I'm appreciated!
Medea: ::under breath:: Yeah, Snape pets you all the time, you stupid little. teacher's.er. pet.
::Miracle leaves::
Anyway, we don't own Sony, the Harry Potter Characters, or again, anything else that may have seemed familiar to you before you read this fic. We do however own ourselves, Vanessa and the plot. If there's anything we've forgotten to mention that we don't own, we'd like to mention that we don't own them.please don't sue, we are so poor.I'd have to sell my Playstation! I love my Playstation! ::hugs Playstation::
Chapeter 3.
(No, that was not a typo. Medea can't do anything right.)
(My name is Miracle and I smell like old cheese)
(Loser! I do NOT smell like old cheese. Unlike someone here.)
(Stop insulting your little Snapey-kins!)
(Miracle: Shut-up. Snape: 50 points from Gryffindor)
(You really suck, you know that?)
(::both Slytherins grin evilly::)
NP: Ahem. Getting back to the story. It's the first day of school and all seems well.
Miracle: Well, here we are.
Medea: First day of school.
Malfoy: What are you two doing?
Miracle: Uh. having breakfast. What about you?
Malfoy: No, I mean why are you, a Gryffindor, and you, a Slytherin, sitting together?
Miracle: Wait, you got us mixed up. I'm the Slytherin. She's the Gryffindor.
Malfoy: Argh! JUST WHY ARE YOU TWO SITTING TOGETHER?
Medea: Uh. WE'RE RELATED, STUPID HEAD!
Malfoy: True.
Miracle: Will you leave us be?
Malfoy: No.
Medea: Really, Malfoy, it's too early in the morning.
Miracle: Yeah, come back later, when we're not so tired and have the energy to stand looking at your face.
Malfoy: OK. ::leaves::
Miracle: Wow.
Medea: What?
Miracle: What's up with Malfoy? He just.left. HE ACTUALLY LISTENED TO ME!!!!!!
Harry: ::grins evilly:: Let's just say that Snape is more helpful than we thought. Those potions on page 52 are great to slip into annoying brats' drinks.
Hermione: Harry, you didn't-
Harry: What?
Hermione: Spike his drink?
Harry: Maybe.
Seamus: Where's Ron?
Miracle: Um. he had an accident. At home. He can't come back to school this year.
Medea: ::mutters:: Some accident.
NP: As the children continued on with their mindless chatter, a horde of owls flew though the room and delivered the daily mail. The students also received their schedules, and much to their surprise, the normal Defense Against the Dark Arts class had all but vanished. However, the class had been replaced, replaced with a never-before-used subject at Hogwarts-
Hermione: We're taking SELF-GROOMING???
Seamus: Woohoo! Fleur Delacour's the teacher!
Harry: Ron would've loved this.
Miracle: Would you stop bringing that up? Why must everyone hate me so?
Harry: You're uh. a Slytherin.
Miracle: Fine. I'm leaving. At least they appreciate me.
::walks to Slytherin table::
Medea: Oh, well. We'll see her soon.
Harry: Why?
::points to schedule::
Harry: Dear Lord.
Hermione: What?
Medea: Potions.
Hermione: Oh.
Medea: But we do have Self-Grooming right afterwards.
Harry: Yes!
Hermione: Oh joy.
Medea: Don't worry, Hermione, you'll only fail. Miserably. And your GPA will go WAY down.
Hermione: NOOOOOO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! ::a couple of seconds later:: Wait we don't get GPAs.
Medea: ::sarcastically:: No really? I never knew that!
Harry: You didn't?
Medea: Just go to the next scene!
NP: All right, all right! Later in Potions class.
Miracle: Yayness! My favorite class! And we didn't have to go through all that hard flying stuff like we had to in the stupid video game.
Harry: ::turns white:: There's a video game?
Medea: Yeah. You wanna play?
Harry: There's a video game?
Medea: Yes Harry. Video Game.
Hermione: About Harry?
Random girl who sits in the common room in the Harry Potter Playstation game: Of course there is you idiots! How do you think I got here?
::everyone stops to stare at the Random girl who sits in the common room in the Harry Potter Playstation game::
Harry: You don't think I could ::cough:: play this game, do you?
Medea: Sure ya can! Just don't hurt my Playstation.you will so never hear the end of it.
Harry: There's a video game about me.::stares vacantly at the wall::
Miracle: Uh.hello??? Earth to Harry? Class starts in like, two minutes! ::rocks in seat with glee::
::One minute later. Snape walks in.::
Snape: Unfortunate though it is, it's time to begin class.
Medea: ::whispers to Miracle: I thought you said two minutes.
Miracle: ::whispers back:: Oh, shush up.
Snape: Quiet! Who's talking in my class? ::looks over:: Oh, it's Miracle. That's fine then. Welcome back by the way. I swear these brats are driving me insane. It's good to have someone sane once in a while.
Miracle: ::blushes:: Aw, thanks Professor!
Snape: I wasn't talking about you! I was talking about Vanessa!
Miracle: ::frowns:: Vanessa?
Snape: ::all happy-ish:: Yes! She's just found out- she's a witch!
::Pretty looking girl smiles and waves in corner of room::
::Boys all whistle::
Miracle: ::glares daggers at Vanessa:: ::whispers:: She won't be here for long.
Snape: What was that?
Miracle: I just asked what house she was in.
Snape: Oh, she's in Slytherin! Isn't it great? You'll be great friends!
Miracle: Smashing.
NP: And so Potions class went on.
Snape: I will pair you with your partners today.
Everyone else: Aww.
::Miracle steps away from Malfoy::
Miracle: ::whispers:: We're may not be partners now.
::Malfoy looks relieved::
::Miracle continues::
Miracle: ::still whispering:: But we need to talk later.
::Look of relief leaves Malfoy's face::
Miracle: ::still whispering:: You never mentioned her. She was not part of our deal. ::looks like she could spit venom at Vanessa::
Snape: Malfoy and Potter.
Harry: Figures.
Snape: Miracle and Vanessa.
Miracle: Wonderful. I get stuck with Miss "Hi, I'm Vanessa. I'm Snapey's hair-dresser!"
Snape: Medea and Random girl who sits in the common room in the Harry Potter Playstation game.
Medea: Yay! I guess.
Snape: Granger with Longbottom. Begin!
:: Students start working on their potions. Snape walks through classroom, saying his usual snide remarks and sarcastic comments and flashing a rare smile at Vanessa every time he walks by Miracle and her. Miracle slowly turns red. By the end of class, she resembles Elmo, only she's much taller and redder.::
::After class::
Vanessa: I'm so glad we got to be partners today, Miracle.
Miracle: ::darkly:: Yeah, yeah.
Vanessa: You know, Severus has told me all about you.
Miracle: ::lightens up:: Really?
Vanessa: Yeah! He says you're his best student!
Miracle: Well, I do try my best. ::doesn't look red anymore::
Vanessa: Yeah. You are really good.
::Two walk off together::
In Self-Grooming Class.
Parvati: I'm so glad that they replaced D.A.D.A with Self-Grooming! This class is going to be a snap!
Hermione: I hate you!
Parvati: :: slowly inches away from Hermione::
Harry: ::continues to stare vacantly at the wall:: There's a video game about me.
::Fleur walks in::
Fleur: Hello class! Welcome to 'Zelf-Grooming! In 'zis class you shall learn how to take proper care of yourselves, and how to be pretty people!
Hermione: Excuse me please, Miss Delacour, but what happened to Defense Against the Dark Arts, and why are we taking Self-Grooming?
Fleur: Well, according to 'Eadmasteer Dumbledore, no one would sign up for 'ze job. D.A.D.A was cancelled entirely also because each teacher would last no more 'zan one year.
Hermione: Yes, but isn't D.A.D.A important?
Fleur: Yes, but not as 'emportant as fixing 'zat unruly hair of yours!
::Hermione glares darkly at Fleur, but too interested in her hair, Fleur doesn't notice::
Fleur: Now, class. 'Ermione's 'air is too puffy.
Hermione: Hey!
Fleur: But Parvati's 'air is too flat!
Parvati: Hey!
Fleur: So, vat ve do is take 'zis, ::pulls out lock of Hermione's hair:: and 'zis, :: pulls out lock of Parvati's hair:: and voila! Ve have 'ze perfect 'air! ::Taps wand to both locks::
::Hermione's hair turns all pretty-ish::
::Parvati's hair turns all pretty-ish::
Harry: Oooh! Your hair is all pretty-ish!
NP: And so the day went on.
At the end of the day.
Harry: Can I play now?
Medea: Sure.
NP: So they went to Medea's room to play video games.
Harry: Ooooh! Pretty game!!!
A/N (Medea): Oooh! Cliffhangerness! Well, if you really wanna know what happens next, please review! Please? Please? ::puppy eyes:: Anyway, if you do, maybe you'll find out the answers to many questions you may be er.asking! Like: What happened to Larry? Is Harry scarred for life after playing that video game? What's up with Miracle and her strange 'deal'? Why are we asking you so many questions? Why won't you review? Why won't you stop reading my author's note? Why-
Miracle: That's enough, Medea
Medea: But!
Miracle: All right then. Time for my A/N!
A/N(Miracle): Snapey! I'm done.
Medea: That's it? That's all? You're done? You-
Snape: 5 points from Gryffindor!
Medea: But why?
Snape: Stop asking stupid questions!
Medea: But why?
Snape: Because, the review button is coming up.
Medea: Oh.
Miracle: GO REVIEW!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Medea: Please? ::puppy eyes:: Or I'll start up again with the question asking.
Everyone else: Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa!!!!!!!! ::Everyone runs::
Medea: What?
Disclaimer: Blah.these so bite.well, Miracle asked me to do this 'cause she's so lazy-
Miracle: Hey! I did the last one!
Medea: Yes, but are you doing this one?
Miracle: You really suck, you know that? I'm going back to potions class. At least there I'm appreciated!
Medea: ::under breath:: Yeah, Snape pets you all the time, you stupid little. teacher's.er. pet.
::Miracle leaves::
Anyway, we don't own Sony, the Harry Potter Characters, or again, anything else that may have seemed familiar to you before you read this fic. We do however own ourselves, Vanessa and the plot. If there's anything we've forgotten to mention that we don't own, we'd like to mention that we don't own them.please don't sue, we are so poor.I'd have to sell my Playstation! I love my Playstation! ::hugs Playstation::
