McGonnagle's Revenge
Authors Note: This story is dedicated to George Harrison, the late Beatle who passed away. 1943-2001.
Harry, Ron, and Hermione were walking to Transfiguration class happily discussing the recent Quidditch defeat over Hufflepuff.
As they walked into the classroom they stopped dead in their tracks, Professor McGonnagle was sitting on her desk, hands behind her, legs crossed, wearing a Playboy *bunny* custume, clad with fishnet stockings. Her socks which read: *Foxy* were pulled up to the highest extent.
"Pro...fessor?" whimpered Hermione in shock
"Call me Minny, sugar pie," McGonnagle said in a thick New York accent.
"Minny?!" gaped Harry
Ron could only open and close his mouth soundlessly. Obviously having his strict, formidble teacher in a prostatute outfit was to shocking for him.
As the rest of the class ambled in they had similar reactions of Harry, Ron, and Hermione. Only Dean Thomas, had something new to say,"Cool, Minny!"
When the bell rang to signal the start of class they were all still standing in the middle of the room, all except for Dean who was in his seat with his legs propped up looking as if Christmas had come early.
"Well what are ya waiting for honey bunches? Take your seats." Minny said batting her huge eyelashes, with her misty seaweed eye shadow gobbed onto her eyelids. It was a silver-pukish colour with bits of mustard-yellow flecks.
The students quickly and awkwardly found their seats but instead of teach them, Minny reached inside her desk and pulled out a wizarding radio and turned it to a loud, obnoxious song preformed by the band: Sneakoscope.
Hermione, obviously less then giddy that this, Minny, didn't even teach properly quickly raised her hand and spoke," But Professor..."
"Its: Minny, darlin'"
Hermione spoke bitterly, "Minny shouldn't we be turning a moth into a butterfly today? Not listening to loud music!?"
"Bit the wax tadpole," Minny said cooly
Hermione looked outraged, "I'm leaving! I'm going to Professor Dumbledore!"
"Bye toots, say hi to Alby for me."
"Hmph!" Hermione said and left. Neville who had been whimpering in the corner jumped up to join her.
"Well now that we have those party crashers out of the way lets get down to business!" and with a flick of her wand the music was blaring again and the lights extinguished. Another swish*flick and a disco ball emerged from the ceiling and her desk was filled with food and sweets from Hogsmeade.
The lesson was the best Harry had ever had. This was truely the only way to learn. The lesson wasn't a complete waste however ron learned 5 bags of Beartie Botts, 3 hunks of Honeydukes best chocolate, and 12 sugar quills mixed with the *Twist* did not make a happy tummy. Pavarti learned eating 45 Cauldron Cakes and walking on her hands is the easiest way to faint.
That night at dinner Dumbledore rang his goblet to speak, "As I know most of you know Proffessor McGonnagle was not her...erm...usual self today. However I assure you it was nothing more than an idendity crisis and that she will be back to normal tomorrow for lessons."
Most of the Great Hall groaned (including Ron and Harry) "Honestly, thats the way it ought to be right?" Hermione said sensibly. Ron rolled his eyes at her.
The next day things were back to normal in Transfiguration. Minny was gone and McGonnagle was back teaching them to turn moths into butterflys. Depressingly dull and normal.
~Taylor Lynzie :D
Authors Note: This story is dedicated to George Harrison, the late Beatle who passed away. 1943-2001.
Harry, Ron, and Hermione were walking to Transfiguration class happily discussing the recent Quidditch defeat over Hufflepuff.
As they walked into the classroom they stopped dead in their tracks, Professor McGonnagle was sitting on her desk, hands behind her, legs crossed, wearing a Playboy *bunny* custume, clad with fishnet stockings. Her socks which read: *Foxy* were pulled up to the highest extent.
"Pro...fessor?" whimpered Hermione in shock
"Call me Minny, sugar pie," McGonnagle said in a thick New York accent.
"Minny?!" gaped Harry
Ron could only open and close his mouth soundlessly. Obviously having his strict, formidble teacher in a prostatute outfit was to shocking for him.
As the rest of the class ambled in they had similar reactions of Harry, Ron, and Hermione. Only Dean Thomas, had something new to say,"Cool, Minny!"
When the bell rang to signal the start of class they were all still standing in the middle of the room, all except for Dean who was in his seat with his legs propped up looking as if Christmas had come early.
"Well what are ya waiting for honey bunches? Take your seats." Minny said batting her huge eyelashes, with her misty seaweed eye shadow gobbed onto her eyelids. It was a silver-pukish colour with bits of mustard-yellow flecks.
The students quickly and awkwardly found their seats but instead of teach them, Minny reached inside her desk and pulled out a wizarding radio and turned it to a loud, obnoxious song preformed by the band: Sneakoscope.
Hermione, obviously less then giddy that this, Minny, didn't even teach properly quickly raised her hand and spoke," But Professor..."
"Its: Minny, darlin'"
Hermione spoke bitterly, "Minny shouldn't we be turning a moth into a butterfly today? Not listening to loud music!?"
"Bit the wax tadpole," Minny said cooly
Hermione looked outraged, "I'm leaving! I'm going to Professor Dumbledore!"
"Bye toots, say hi to Alby for me."
"Hmph!" Hermione said and left. Neville who had been whimpering in the corner jumped up to join her.
"Well now that we have those party crashers out of the way lets get down to business!" and with a flick of her wand the music was blaring again and the lights extinguished. Another swish*flick and a disco ball emerged from the ceiling and her desk was filled with food and sweets from Hogsmeade.
The lesson was the best Harry had ever had. This was truely the only way to learn. The lesson wasn't a complete waste however ron learned 5 bags of Beartie Botts, 3 hunks of Honeydukes best chocolate, and 12 sugar quills mixed with the *Twist* did not make a happy tummy. Pavarti learned eating 45 Cauldron Cakes and walking on her hands is the easiest way to faint.
That night at dinner Dumbledore rang his goblet to speak, "As I know most of you know Proffessor McGonnagle was not her...erm...usual self today. However I assure you it was nothing more than an idendity crisis and that she will be back to normal tomorrow for lessons."
Most of the Great Hall groaned (including Ron and Harry) "Honestly, thats the way it ought to be right?" Hermione said sensibly. Ron rolled his eyes at her.
The next day things were back to normal in Transfiguration. Minny was gone and McGonnagle was back teaching them to turn moths into butterflys. Depressingly dull and normal.
~Taylor Lynzie :D
