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Harry Potter and the Fallen Angel
Harry Potter theme and related characters are property of J.K. Rowling. Plot and characters Hercule Stonewall and Renate Engl are property of Meisako Pyoko-Chan (Melissa Pomeroy), copyright 2002. Any and all reviews appriaciated.
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chapter FIVE: Der Engl und die Schlange
It had only been a week into the new school year and things were begining to not look so good for Renate. She always seemed detachted, like she didn't want to be at Hogwarts, as though she didn't want to be anywhere at all. Renate didn't have many friends at Hogwarts, and as far as any one could tell, didn't want any. She seemed nice enough, but rarely spoke. It wasn't that she was shy, just that she was always lost in thought. Harry often caught her staring into space, and as soon as she noticed, she would turn to Harry, her eyes filled with tears and agony.
Harry simply thought she was lonely. After finding out her schedule, Harry waited for her one day after her Divination class. They had Potions together next, with Professor Snape, the cruelest teacher ever born. Or was he EVEN born? Harry had often thought him too inhumane to be a real person. Ron waited with Harry, he never passed up the opportunity to walk with a pretty girl. Draco Malfoy came down the ladder from Professor Trelawny's musty classroom, not noticing Harry and Ron a few feet away. He held his hand up and a white glove took it. It soon became evident that Malfoy was helping Renate down the ladder, as her colorful dirndl came into veiw.
"Ich danke dir fuer das, Herr Malfoy." She hoped off the last rung. Malfoy simply smiled at her, obviously not knowing what she said to him.
"Yeah, okay. Now our next class is Potions, Dungeon A. Professor Snape, our head of house, (remember?) teaches it." Renate nodded, not smiling. They began to walk side by side, but not holding hands, Harry notcied.
"Er- Renate?" Harry said before they had walked too far. Malfoy and Renate stopped, and turned.
"Ja? Wer spricht zu mich?" Renate saw Harry and stared wonderingly at him. "Harry?" Harry nodded.
Draco sniggered. "Come on Renate, I reckon you'd be better off not speaking to HIM, he's a Gryffindor. Remember what I told you about superior houses?" Renate nodded sadly and turned to walked away. Draco glared at Harry. "You know better than to associate with a Slytherin, Potter. Why, what would that Mud-blood friend of yours think?" He said in a mocking voice. Ron glared.
Renate turned around and looked at Draco, scowling. "Ach! Draco Malfoy, du sollst beschaemt sein!" He didn't know what she said, but it sounded mad. "Entschuldig jetzt!"
Draco stared blankly at her. "Uh- What?"
She hook her head and pointed down the hall. "Klass." Draco understood that and glared at Harry and Ron.
"I'm watching you Potter, you too Weasle." He walked off.
Ron stared happily with amazement. "Wow! That was wicked cool! I NEVER saw anyone tell Malfoy off before!" He looked at Renate, shining. "If you understand English at all, I think that was great!"
Renate smiled. "Kind are you, --Mr. Weasle?" She looked at him smiling.
"It's Weasley, actually."
"Oh-" She frowned. "Did- you- have you something to me speak?" She asked Harry in broken English, yet her accent was excellent.
"Well... I- I- guess I thought you needed a friend!" Harry felt stupid. She obviously had a friend, Malfoy. "But since we're here, and we're going to the same class- Wanna walk together?"
Renate shrugged. "All right think I that is."
They walked for a long time, not speaking. Finally, Ron of all people, broke the Silence. "Renate?" She looked up at him curiously. "Why do you speak to us in English, but only in German to Malfoy?"
She giggled in her German accent. "Ach, that!" She smiled sheepishly. "It is funny to him watch, his face is commical!" She burst into a fit of laughter. "Now I ask you a question?"
Harry nodded. "Sure, go ahead!"
"Why are you to me nice?" She cocked her head to the side and watched them as they walked. "I am Slytherin, Gryffindors are you."
Harry frowned and Ron did like wise, but Ron had a talent for these things. "We wanted to. Is that illegal?" he explained as they reached the corner where they would turn to go to the dungeons. Renate looked at him as if he had burped up a slug (LOL!), then giggled.
"That guess I not."
"Was it hard- leaving your family in Germany for the year?" Harry ventured. She looked at him, terrified, as if he had suddenly conjured the Dark Mark.
"Nein- Family have I none. I lived for many years in Keinelternhaus. ABER!" Her face became brighter, "Aber- I have a Godfather, but I can with him not live, very busy is he." She was very doubtful sounding. Harry knew exactly how she felt. "Bis Klass?" she asked casually. Harry shrugged in a guesture that ment he had no clue what she said. She merely sighed and walked into the classroom. Harry and Ron followed suit, but didn't like it. They always dreaded Potions.
Renate took a seat next to Malfoy infront of Snape's desk. Malfoy seemed VERY pleased and made Goyle and Crabb find a new table, so they could sit alone. Ron sat at a table in the back, next to Hermione, who was already in class. Harry sat on the other side of her. "Sorry I couldn't walk with you guys from Charms, but I had to run to the-"
"LIBRARY" Ron and Harry said in unision. She was surprised, but said nothing.
A chill entered the room and Harry looked up. "Figures..." He whispered. Servus Snape, the potions teacher, had entered.
He gave Harry his usual 'good morning' smile, which was nothing less than a loathful glare. Harry pulled out some extra parchment, Snape looked like a note giving kind of mood. "Class." he hissed, "Today we will be making a flame retardant potion, out of the deadly poisonous element, MERCURY." He emphasized the last bit with a sneer. "I'd advise you to PAY ATTENTION!" Harry looked up from his notes. "Madam Pomfrey has only a limited supply of antidotes, which must last through the entire term." He glared at Neville, who looked terrified in his seat. "I suggest that those who feel they will FOUL things up, had better take the failing grade, rather than earn the failing grade and waste precious antidotes in the process." Snape strided over to his desk and with a swoop of his draping sleeve gathered a flask with an orange liquid. "If you were listening, you would know what this is. So, what potion is it?"
Two student's hands rose. Hermione's, to no one's surprise, and Renate's, to everyones. Snape looked at her as if she had just said she was in love with him. "Hmmm. Our new trasnfer student, Miss Engl, care to enlighten us with the correct answer?" She was about to open her mouth, but he stopped her, smiling evilly. "No, Miss Engl. Stand and face the class."
Renate stood obideintly and turned around. "Herr Professor Schlange hat ein Fluessigkeit machten, dass ist richtig Feuer Potion-" She stopped, noticing every one was staring at her oddly. "Es tut mir leid- Mr. Professor Snape has made what appears to be a Flame Retardant Potion-" Snape smiled as was about to ask her to sit when she continued to speak, "-minus one ingredient."
Lavender Brown and Parvati Patil, Gryffindor fifth years, began to murmur silently. Hermione shook her head annoyed. "Minus one ingredient my foot!" She muttered.
Professor Snape was enraged. "I'll have you know that this is a perfect Flame Retardant Potion. Have a seat." She sat but looked up at him confused.
"Herr Professor, TRY you the potion." Renate pleaded.
"I will NOT-"
"Yes, Professor Snape, try the potion." Draco piped in.
Snape fumed. "I- I-" His eyes narrowed. "Since I have notihing to fear, I will test this. If you are correct in assuming that I have made an incomplete formula, Slytherin will be awarded fifty points. Be wrong however, and you will lose one hundred." He frowned at her. Draco looked at Renate scard.
"If you got it wrong, we'll be at negative seventy five!" Draco muttered under his breath.
She looked at him, her face even more exotic then, "I know I speak of it correctly." He merely nodded at her.
Snape glared around the room. "LONGBOTTOM!" Neville began to shake.
"Y-yes P-Pro-Professor?" He perspired greatly.
"Get up here, NOW!" Neville got slowly to his feet and inched his way to the front of the room. "NOW, I said, you great sloth!" Once Neville was at the front of the room, Snape uncorked the bottle. "Give me your hand!" Neville didn't move. "Twenty points from Gryfindor, now GIVE ME YOUR HAND!" Neville stuck his hand out. "Now, this shouldn't hurt a bit, unless Miss Engl is correct." Renate remained calmly in her seat. Neville closed his eyes tightly and anticipated the potion.
Hermione sighed. "He'll be alright. As far as I can tell, the potion has everything. Renate is pulling his chain. I can't wait to see the look on Draco's face when they lose one hundred points." She smiled evilly. Harry and Ron were on the edge of their seats, trying to see what was happening.
"Shhh Hermione!" Ron hissed. He was staring intently. Hermione rolled her eyes.
Snape poured the potion in a small quantity, onto Neville's hand. There was a deafening scream and Neville pulled his hand away, cradling it. Snape looked at Neville surprised, then at his potion. What had gone wrong? Neville began to cry, the skin on his hand looked as it was boiling. Hermione scremed, too.
"Finnigan! Take Longbotom to the Hospital Wing. return immediately." Seamus stood and took Neville by the fore arm, leading him out of the room. Once they had gone, Snape looked at Renate. "Tell me, Miss Engl, what I have done wrong? Another twenty points if you can prove it." He looked at her, expressionless.
Renate looked back. It was quiet for sometime until she spoke. "A lit match. It should be a deep crimson, rather than red-orange."
Snape looked as if he had been slapped. "Congradulations, you have earned your house a total of seventy points. I believe that puts you greatly in the lead?" He lit a match anfd dropped it into the flask. It bubbled for a bit, then turned crimson, as Renate said. "Miss Engl, test this, wont you?" Renate stood up and took the flask.
There were many gasps and whispers. "I don't believe it!" Hermione was looking over her notes. "She was right!" Harry rolled his eyes.
Renate poured the potion on one of her ringlets and Lavender gasped. "She's not going to put fire to her hair, is she? It's so pretty!" Lavender covered eyes and Parvati begane to say a silnet prayer. Renate took took a match from the teacher a sturck it. Snape was smiling as she put it to her hair, and nothing happened.
"Very good, Miss Engl. please have a seat." She sat and immediately Draco began to congradulate her. Snape returned to the class, and as predicted, decided to give notes the hour of the class time.
After class, Harry, Hermione, and Ron waited for renate, so they, too, could congradulate her, but she didn't wait for them. She left with Draco, Goyle, and Crabb. They were talking amongst themselves, not even glancing Harry's way to send an insult. Ron glared at them as they left. "Filthy stinking Slytherins! Don't know how to treat a lady, I'd bet my last Knut that they'll corrupt her yet-" Ron's eye's narrowed. Hermione looked at Ron in a way Harry had never seen before, she obviously didn't like the way he idolized Renate. She piveted and ran down the corridor, looking rather depressed. "What's her problem?" Ron asked, once he finally realized Hermione had gone. Harry sighed. Ron was too dense.
The rest of the day went by rather smoothly. After lunch they had a free block, then Care of Magical creatures, where a fire breathing bat caught Crabb's robe on fire (with out a doubt the highlight of Harry's day), and in Transfiguration Harry had successfully turned a brussell sprout into a golf ball. Of course, it was all reveiw. This year they'd start on self transfiguration. But alas, they had no Defense Against the Dark Arts teacher, and therefore no class. Hermione had begun to wonder.
"Do you suppose they dropped the subject completely? Surely that's one of the most important classes!"
Ron shrugged, "Who cares? The only person who will ever need that class is Harry, and LOOK! He's done fine without it!"
"Have I now?" Harry raised an eyebrow. "I seem to recall nearly dying on several occasions, due to the Dark Arts. I need all the help I can get!"
"Patients, young potter!"
The students turned to see Headmaster Albus Dumbledore. "The teacher is merely late, that's all. He'll be arriving tomorrow evening," his eyes twinkled. "Have faith Harry." Dumbledore patted his shoulder and turned the corridor. Harry frowned.
"Have faith in what?"
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Meisako: Hello, Servus. How are you today?
Snape: Besides being humiliated by an inferior? I'm fine, thanks for asking.
Meisako: Well, I just thought that things might have gone better.
Snape: Well, they haven't!
Meisako: Okay, don't get your britches tied in a knot!
Snape: Since when is it your business what I do with MY britches?
Meisako: *rreeor!* So, how could you forget the main ingredient in that potion? Not a very common mistake.
Snape: I simply forgot, that's all. I honestly don't think it's your business.
Meisako: It'll be my business if you don't want me to end up writing about... YOUR MIDDLE NAME?
Snape: You wouldn't!
Meisako: Or would I? Servus-
Snape: DON'T!!!
Meisako: ELANE!
Snape: NO!!!!!!!!!!! My reputation is RUINED!
Meisako: Tough crickets, I guess you'll have ot live with it! :)
Join us next time, when we discuss 'No, my middle name is NOT Geraldine' or 'Liar Liar Britches on Fire'.
Harry Potter theme and related characters are property of J.K. Rowling. Plot and characters Hercule Stonewall and Renate Engl are property of Meisako Pyoko-Chan (Melissa Pomeroy), copyright 2002. Any and all reviews appriaciated.
chapter FIVE: Der Engl und die Schlange
It had only been a week into the new school year and things were begining to not look so good for Renate. She always seemed detachted, like she didn't want to be at Hogwarts, as though she didn't want to be anywhere at all. Renate didn't have many friends at Hogwarts, and as far as any one could tell, didn't want any. She seemed nice enough, but rarely spoke. It wasn't that she was shy, just that she was always lost in thought. Harry often caught her staring into space, and as soon as she noticed, she would turn to Harry, her eyes filled with tears and agony.
Harry simply thought she was lonely. After finding out her schedule, Harry waited for her one day after her Divination class. They had Potions together next, with Professor Snape, the cruelest teacher ever born. Or was he EVEN born? Harry had often thought him too inhumane to be a real person. Ron waited with Harry, he never passed up the opportunity to walk with a pretty girl. Draco Malfoy came down the ladder from Professor Trelawny's musty classroom, not noticing Harry and Ron a few feet away. He held his hand up and a white glove took it. It soon became evident that Malfoy was helping Renate down the ladder, as her colorful dirndl came into veiw.
"Ich danke dir fuer das, Herr Malfoy." She hoped off the last rung. Malfoy simply smiled at her, obviously not knowing what she said to him.
"Yeah, okay. Now our next class is Potions, Dungeon A. Professor Snape, our head of house, (remember?) teaches it." Renate nodded, not smiling. They began to walk side by side, but not holding hands, Harry notcied.
"Er- Renate?" Harry said before they had walked too far. Malfoy and Renate stopped, and turned.
"Ja? Wer spricht zu mich?" Renate saw Harry and stared wonderingly at him. "Harry?" Harry nodded.
Draco sniggered. "Come on Renate, I reckon you'd be better off not speaking to HIM, he's a Gryffindor. Remember what I told you about superior houses?" Renate nodded sadly and turned to walked away. Draco glared at Harry. "You know better than to associate with a Slytherin, Potter. Why, what would that Mud-blood friend of yours think?" He said in a mocking voice. Ron glared.
Renate turned around and looked at Draco, scowling. "Ach! Draco Malfoy, du sollst beschaemt sein!" He didn't know what she said, but it sounded mad. "Entschuldig jetzt!"
Draco stared blankly at her. "Uh- What?"
She hook her head and pointed down the hall. "Klass." Draco understood that and glared at Harry and Ron.
"I'm watching you Potter, you too Weasle." He walked off.
Ron stared happily with amazement. "Wow! That was wicked cool! I NEVER saw anyone tell Malfoy off before!" He looked at Renate, shining. "If you understand English at all, I think that was great!"
Renate smiled. "Kind are you, --Mr. Weasle?" She looked at him smiling.
"It's Weasley, actually."
"Oh-" She frowned. "Did- you- have you something to me speak?" She asked Harry in broken English, yet her accent was excellent.
"Well... I- I- guess I thought you needed a friend!" Harry felt stupid. She obviously had a friend, Malfoy. "But since we're here, and we're going to the same class- Wanna walk together?"
Renate shrugged. "All right think I that is."
They walked for a long time, not speaking. Finally, Ron of all people, broke the Silence. "Renate?" She looked up at him curiously. "Why do you speak to us in English, but only in German to Malfoy?"
She giggled in her German accent. "Ach, that!" She smiled sheepishly. "It is funny to him watch, his face is commical!" She burst into a fit of laughter. "Now I ask you a question?"
Harry nodded. "Sure, go ahead!"
"Why are you to me nice?" She cocked her head to the side and watched them as they walked. "I am Slytherin, Gryffindors are you."
Harry frowned and Ron did like wise, but Ron had a talent for these things. "We wanted to. Is that illegal?" he explained as they reached the corner where they would turn to go to the dungeons. Renate looked at him as if he had burped up a slug (LOL!), then giggled.
"That guess I not."
"Was it hard- leaving your family in Germany for the year?" Harry ventured. She looked at him, terrified, as if he had suddenly conjured the Dark Mark.
"Nein- Family have I none. I lived for many years in Keinelternhaus. ABER!" Her face became brighter, "Aber- I have a Godfather, but I can with him not live, very busy is he." She was very doubtful sounding. Harry knew exactly how she felt. "Bis Klass?" she asked casually. Harry shrugged in a guesture that ment he had no clue what she said. She merely sighed and walked into the classroom. Harry and Ron followed suit, but didn't like it. They always dreaded Potions.
Renate took a seat next to Malfoy infront of Snape's desk. Malfoy seemed VERY pleased and made Goyle and Crabb find a new table, so they could sit alone. Ron sat at a table in the back, next to Hermione, who was already in class. Harry sat on the other side of her. "Sorry I couldn't walk with you guys from Charms, but I had to run to the-"
"LIBRARY" Ron and Harry said in unision. She was surprised, but said nothing.
A chill entered the room and Harry looked up. "Figures..." He whispered. Servus Snape, the potions teacher, had entered.
He gave Harry his usual 'good morning' smile, which was nothing less than a loathful glare. Harry pulled out some extra parchment, Snape looked like a note giving kind of mood. "Class." he hissed, "Today we will be making a flame retardant potion, out of the deadly poisonous element, MERCURY." He emphasized the last bit with a sneer. "I'd advise you to PAY ATTENTION!" Harry looked up from his notes. "Madam Pomfrey has only a limited supply of antidotes, which must last through the entire term." He glared at Neville, who looked terrified in his seat. "I suggest that those who feel they will FOUL things up, had better take the failing grade, rather than earn the failing grade and waste precious antidotes in the process." Snape strided over to his desk and with a swoop of his draping sleeve gathered a flask with an orange liquid. "If you were listening, you would know what this is. So, what potion is it?"
Two student's hands rose. Hermione's, to no one's surprise, and Renate's, to everyones. Snape looked at her as if she had just said she was in love with him. "Hmmm. Our new trasnfer student, Miss Engl, care to enlighten us with the correct answer?" She was about to open her mouth, but he stopped her, smiling evilly. "No, Miss Engl. Stand and face the class."
Renate stood obideintly and turned around. "Herr Professor Schlange hat ein Fluessigkeit machten, dass ist richtig Feuer Potion-" She stopped, noticing every one was staring at her oddly. "Es tut mir leid- Mr. Professor Snape has made what appears to be a Flame Retardant Potion-" Snape smiled as was about to ask her to sit when she continued to speak, "-minus one ingredient."
Lavender Brown and Parvati Patil, Gryffindor fifth years, began to murmur silently. Hermione shook her head annoyed. "Minus one ingredient my foot!" She muttered.
Professor Snape was enraged. "I'll have you know that this is a perfect Flame Retardant Potion. Have a seat." She sat but looked up at him confused.
"Herr Professor, TRY you the potion." Renate pleaded.
"I will NOT-"
"Yes, Professor Snape, try the potion." Draco piped in.
Snape fumed. "I- I-" His eyes narrowed. "Since I have notihing to fear, I will test this. If you are correct in assuming that I have made an incomplete formula, Slytherin will be awarded fifty points. Be wrong however, and you will lose one hundred." He frowned at her. Draco looked at Renate scard.
"If you got it wrong, we'll be at negative seventy five!" Draco muttered under his breath.
She looked at him, her face even more exotic then, "I know I speak of it correctly." He merely nodded at her.
Snape glared around the room. "LONGBOTTOM!" Neville began to shake.
"Y-yes P-Pro-Professor?" He perspired greatly.
"Get up here, NOW!" Neville got slowly to his feet and inched his way to the front of the room. "NOW, I said, you great sloth!" Once Neville was at the front of the room, Snape uncorked the bottle. "Give me your hand!" Neville didn't move. "Twenty points from Gryfindor, now GIVE ME YOUR HAND!" Neville stuck his hand out. "Now, this shouldn't hurt a bit, unless Miss Engl is correct." Renate remained calmly in her seat. Neville closed his eyes tightly and anticipated the potion.
Hermione sighed. "He'll be alright. As far as I can tell, the potion has everything. Renate is pulling his chain. I can't wait to see the look on Draco's face when they lose one hundred points." She smiled evilly. Harry and Ron were on the edge of their seats, trying to see what was happening.
"Shhh Hermione!" Ron hissed. He was staring intently. Hermione rolled her eyes.
Snape poured the potion in a small quantity, onto Neville's hand. There was a deafening scream and Neville pulled his hand away, cradling it. Snape looked at Neville surprised, then at his potion. What had gone wrong? Neville began to cry, the skin on his hand looked as it was boiling. Hermione scremed, too.
"Finnigan! Take Longbotom to the Hospital Wing. return immediately." Seamus stood and took Neville by the fore arm, leading him out of the room. Once they had gone, Snape looked at Renate. "Tell me, Miss Engl, what I have done wrong? Another twenty points if you can prove it." He looked at her, expressionless.
Renate looked back. It was quiet for sometime until she spoke. "A lit match. It should be a deep crimson, rather than red-orange."
Snape looked as if he had been slapped. "Congradulations, you have earned your house a total of seventy points. I believe that puts you greatly in the lead?" He lit a match anfd dropped it into the flask. It bubbled for a bit, then turned crimson, as Renate said. "Miss Engl, test this, wont you?" Renate stood up and took the flask.
There were many gasps and whispers. "I don't believe it!" Hermione was looking over her notes. "She was right!" Harry rolled his eyes.
Renate poured the potion on one of her ringlets and Lavender gasped. "She's not going to put fire to her hair, is she? It's so pretty!" Lavender covered eyes and Parvati begane to say a silnet prayer. Renate took took a match from the teacher a sturck it. Snape was smiling as she put it to her hair, and nothing happened.
"Very good, Miss Engl. please have a seat." She sat and immediately Draco began to congradulate her. Snape returned to the class, and as predicted, decided to give notes the hour of the class time.
After class, Harry, Hermione, and Ron waited for renate, so they, too, could congradulate her, but she didn't wait for them. She left with Draco, Goyle, and Crabb. They were talking amongst themselves, not even glancing Harry's way to send an insult. Ron glared at them as they left. "Filthy stinking Slytherins! Don't know how to treat a lady, I'd bet my last Knut that they'll corrupt her yet-" Ron's eye's narrowed. Hermione looked at Ron in a way Harry had never seen before, she obviously didn't like the way he idolized Renate. She piveted and ran down the corridor, looking rather depressed. "What's her problem?" Ron asked, once he finally realized Hermione had gone. Harry sighed. Ron was too dense.
The rest of the day went by rather smoothly. After lunch they had a free block, then Care of Magical creatures, where a fire breathing bat caught Crabb's robe on fire (with out a doubt the highlight of Harry's day), and in Transfiguration Harry had successfully turned a brussell sprout into a golf ball. Of course, it was all reveiw. This year they'd start on self transfiguration. But alas, they had no Defense Against the Dark Arts teacher, and therefore no class. Hermione had begun to wonder.
"Do you suppose they dropped the subject completely? Surely that's one of the most important classes!"
Ron shrugged, "Who cares? The only person who will ever need that class is Harry, and LOOK! He's done fine without it!"
"Have I now?" Harry raised an eyebrow. "I seem to recall nearly dying on several occasions, due to the Dark Arts. I need all the help I can get!"
"Patients, young potter!"
The students turned to see Headmaster Albus Dumbledore. "The teacher is merely late, that's all. He'll be arriving tomorrow evening," his eyes twinkled. "Have faith Harry." Dumbledore patted his shoulder and turned the corridor. Harry frowned.
"Have faith in what?"
Meisako: Hello, Servus. How are you today?
Snape: Besides being humiliated by an inferior? I'm fine, thanks for asking.
Meisako: Well, I just thought that things might have gone better.
Snape: Well, they haven't!
Meisako: Okay, don't get your britches tied in a knot!
Snape: Since when is it your business what I do with MY britches?
Meisako: *rreeor!* So, how could you forget the main ingredient in that potion? Not a very common mistake.
Snape: I simply forgot, that's all. I honestly don't think it's your business.
Meisako: It'll be my business if you don't want me to end up writing about... YOUR MIDDLE NAME?
Snape: You wouldn't!
Meisako: Or would I? Servus-
Snape: DON'T!!!
Meisako: ELANE!
Snape: NO!!!!!!!!!!! My reputation is RUINED!
Meisako: Tough crickets, I guess you'll have ot live with it! :)
Join us next time, when we discuss 'No, my middle name is NOT Geraldine' or 'Liar Liar Britches on Fire'.