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…………………………buttons.
Ron rubbed his sore arm as Harry unlocked their apartment door. "I really wish that Bludger hadn't hit me." Ron said.
"Ron! What are you going to tell them?" Harry hissed.
"About what?"
Harry sighed. "Ron you got away with pretending to be the captain today…but what about when we actually need tactics?"
"Well…I'll just scam some off of Wood…where is he by the way?"
"RON!!!"
"Harry I'll think of something. Relax. And enjoy being on a professional team." Ron said opening up a pumpkin juice.
Harry rolled his eyes and went to his room. He flopped down on his bed and started to count the lines on the ceiling. His mind soon wandered to what the hell Ron was going to do about being a Quidditch Captain. He was a great goalkeeper…but by far the worst tactic manager there ever was.
Harry sighed and sat up and went to his window and opened it. The fresh air caressed his face and made him feel alive. His first floor apartment gave him a perfect view of the park by his building. And the muggles that resided there.
He looked at the pavement and saw a lime green snake slithering down the street. "Hey you!" Harry called out in parseltongue.
"Wusssssssssssup my homie?" The snake answered in an American accent.
"I was just wandering…what kind of snake are you?"
"I don't know myssssssssssssself. Why do you asssssssssssssssk?"
"To be honest I'm a little bored."
"You and me both."
"Isn't life as a snake interesting?"
"Pleassssssssssssssse. It'sssssssssss sssssssssssssssso boring. Eat. Ssssssssssssssleep. Ssssssssssslither. Nothing at all exciting."
"Well…I was just wondering."
The snake nodded happily. "You're a wondering ssssssssssssssort of guy. Or are you a sssssssssssssssnake in dissssssssssssssguise?"
"Nope. I am one hundred percent human."
"Oh. Then you are lucky."
"How so?"
"Well…if you were a sssssssssssssssssnake I would warn you about the woodssssssssss."
"What about the woods."
"A ssssssssssssnake sssssssssssshouldn't go there. Or you will get red eyesssssssssssss."
"Oh. Well…"
"It wassssssssss nice meeting you one hundred percent human, I hope you have a nice life."
"You too." Harry said sadly as he watched the snake slither away. At least he had Quidditch practice tomorrow to look forward to…
At Hogwarts*
Hermione beamed at her first class of the day…at her first class ever. "Hello class." She said pleasantly. "My name is Professor Granger. I am your Defense Against the Dark Arts teacher. As first years you all have a lot to learn about the dark arts and how to defend against it."
"I think it would be wise to take out some parchment and a quill to write down the key notes of what I am saying." There was a shuffling for paper as the first years started to write.
"Now what do you want to learn in the Defense Against the Dark Arts class?"
A couple of students raised their hands.
"Vampires."
"Curses."
"Werewolves."
"Bogarts."
"Well you'll all learn that in due time. The first thing we will be studying is the containment of trolls."
"Now does everyone know what a troll is?"
Everyone nodded.
"Who can tell me what a troll is?"
A boy raised his hand.
"Yes…Brian?" She said looking at her attendance sheet.
"Well I have a question."
"Go ahead."
"Do you expect to be here next year?"
"What?"
"Well my brother told me the Defense Against the Dark Arts job is cursed. And teachers only last a year here before getting fired…or worse."
Hermione looked startled. "W-w-well that's just a silly superstition. Now if you please let's get back to trolls…"
Is it just a superstition? I think not! :-D.
…………………………buttons.
Ron rubbed his sore arm as Harry unlocked their apartment door. "I really wish that Bludger hadn't hit me." Ron said.
"Ron! What are you going to tell them?" Harry hissed.
"About what?"
Harry sighed. "Ron you got away with pretending to be the captain today…but what about when we actually need tactics?"
"Well…I'll just scam some off of Wood…where is he by the way?"
"RON!!!"
"Harry I'll think of something. Relax. And enjoy being on a professional team." Ron said opening up a pumpkin juice.
Harry rolled his eyes and went to his room. He flopped down on his bed and started to count the lines on the ceiling. His mind soon wandered to what the hell Ron was going to do about being a Quidditch Captain. He was a great goalkeeper…but by far the worst tactic manager there ever was.
Harry sighed and sat up and went to his window and opened it. The fresh air caressed his face and made him feel alive. His first floor apartment gave him a perfect view of the park by his building. And the muggles that resided there.
He looked at the pavement and saw a lime green snake slithering down the street. "Hey you!" Harry called out in parseltongue.
"Wusssssssssssup my homie?" The snake answered in an American accent.
"I was just wandering…what kind of snake are you?"
"I don't know myssssssssssssself. Why do you asssssssssssssssk?"
"To be honest I'm a little bored."
"You and me both."
"Isn't life as a snake interesting?"
"Pleassssssssssssssse. It'sssssssssss sssssssssssssssso boring. Eat. Ssssssssssssssleep. Ssssssssssslither. Nothing at all exciting."
"Well…I was just wondering."
The snake nodded happily. "You're a wondering ssssssssssssssort of guy. Or are you a sssssssssssssssnake in dissssssssssssssguise?"
"Nope. I am one hundred percent human."
"Oh. Then you are lucky."
"How so?"
"Well…if you were a sssssssssssssssssnake I would warn you about the woodssssssssss."
"What about the woods."
"A ssssssssssssnake sssssssssssshouldn't go there. Or you will get red eyesssssssssssss."
"Oh. Well…"
"It wassssssssss nice meeting you one hundred percent human, I hope you have a nice life."
"You too." Harry said sadly as he watched the snake slither away. At least he had Quidditch practice tomorrow to look forward to…
At Hogwarts*
Hermione beamed at her first class of the day…at her first class ever. "Hello class." She said pleasantly. "My name is Professor Granger. I am your Defense Against the Dark Arts teacher. As first years you all have a lot to learn about the dark arts and how to defend against it."
"I think it would be wise to take out some parchment and a quill to write down the key notes of what I am saying." There was a shuffling for paper as the first years started to write.
"Now what do you want to learn in the Defense Against the Dark Arts class?"
A couple of students raised their hands.
"Vampires."
"Curses."
"Werewolves."
"Bogarts."
"Well you'll all learn that in due time. The first thing we will be studying is the containment of trolls."
"Now does everyone know what a troll is?"
Everyone nodded.
"Who can tell me what a troll is?"
A boy raised his hand.
"Yes…Brian?" She said looking at her attendance sheet.
"Well I have a question."
"Go ahead."
"Do you expect to be here next year?"
"What?"
"Well my brother told me the Defense Against the Dark Arts job is cursed. And teachers only last a year here before getting fired…or worse."
Hermione looked startled. "W-w-well that's just a silly superstition. Now if you please let's get back to trolls…"
Is it just a superstition? I think not! :-D.