For the next few weeks, all Hogwarts talked about was the Mystery Commentator. Who was he? A student? Some intruder? There had never been such a scandal.
Lee was on Cloud Nine. He strolled down the stairs into the Entance Hall one morning and saw Davina Johnson, her friend Lisa and their crew sitting on the bottom step.
Lisa, who was a renowned duelling expert and champion, was chatting spiritedly away to Davina. Davina was never seen to eat before twelve in the afternoon, and she frowned on Angelina for scoffing breakfast with her friends because it supposedly wasn't ladylike. "... so, the bastard tried to Disarm me, but I showed him with a quick Furnunculus to the right-"
"Oh, Lis, don't let's talk about something as silly and trivial as duelling! How about the Mystery Commentator?"
Lisa looked visibly put out, but replied, "He's got quite a cute voice, I s'pose. Probably a seventh-year."
"A Ravenclaw, I reckon," said a pigtailed girl happily. "He sounded intelligent."
"Sexy, too!"
Lee was torn between cracking up laughing with a scream of, "IT'S ME, YOU DUNGBRAINS! I'M THE MYSTERY COMMENTATOR!" and dawdling, both sounded rather appealing.
"Ravenclaws aren't sexy OR intelligent," said Davina firmly. Everyone knew Davina was only of that opinion was because the boy she'd had a mad crush on in fifth year had gone out with a Ravenclaw who Davina already disliked. Davina and the Ravenclaw, one Veronica Almontine, still hated each other's guts.
"A Hufflepuff? He seemed to like them."
"'Specially- oh NO. 'Vina, d'you think it could be Cameron Cole, you know, Sera Flynch's boyfriend?"
Davina paled. "Of course not," she said briskly. "Everyone knows Cameron's got that uncool stutter. Couldn't possibly be him."
"Dunno what Sera sees in him."
Lee grinned and bowed deeply at the girls as he passed. "Peace, girls!"
"Who's that?"
"Oh," said Davina ungraciously. "That's only my little sister's dorky friend Jordan Leigh, or something like that."
"Jordan, Lee Jordan!" said Lee, scurrying off after Alicia, who was walking alone.
"What a freak."
"I bet the Mystery Commentator could teach him a thing or two!"
One of the girls was writing MC 4 ME on her bag.
"Yo, Alicia, wait for me?" Lee jogged until he was walking with Alicia.
Alicia nodded. "My friends and I are practicing Quidditch on the pitch today." She smirked. "You should feel lucky, Lee. A couple of my friends are utterly infatuated with the Mystery Commentataor."
Lee pulled a face.
Angelina suddenly appeared. She was running away from Fred, and laughing. "Don't you dare, Fred Weasley!" she yelled at Fred, who was walking with Katie and George. He gave her a "Who, me?" look.
"What happened?"
She scowled, then giggled. "Fred keeps trying to stuff his Sugar Quill down the back of my robes. He's got twelve strawberry ones from Charlie, who got them from his grilfriend, and both of them hate strawberry. So Fred reckons he's going to find twelve girls and assault them with them."
Lee grinned and as the girls sighed "Men." together, he turned around and gave Fred a huge thumbs up.
"Listen, are you still all right with me and Katie playing Quidditch with you tonight? I really want to learn that move you did at the last game."
"The Hawkshead Attacking Formation? Sure. The others never let me teach them anything. They reckon I'm uppity."
"You ARE uppity," Lee told her exasperatedly.
"Watch it, you, or I won't help you with..." Alicia started to have a go at him, but then she remembered Angelina was there.
"Something wrong, Alic-" Angelina started to ask, but then Fred grabbed her by the shoulders and stuffed the strawberry Quill down the back of her robes.
"Yessss! Fred Weasley is champion!"
Angelina shrieked and whipped around. "Fre-ED! I'll get you for that!" She dived at him, but he ran off with Angelina trying to whack him with her book bag and extract the nearly disintegrated Sugar Quill from her robes at the same time.
Lee and Alicia stood there a moment.
"Whee!" called Fred from someplace. "Victim Number Six is Angelina Johnson! Someone write that down!"
Alicia breathed out. "That was close. Being let in on a Weasley Triplet Prank is hard work."
"Less of the Triplet shtick, Alicia. You happen to be the only girl in Hogwarts who knows the true identity of the Mystery Commentator."
Thank God for that, thought Alicia to herself. Otherwise I'd've probably joined the crowd and developed a massive crush on him.
"Lee?" she said to him as they walked into the Great Hall. "Can I ask you something?"
"What?"
"Would- Would you have let me in on the trick even if I hadn't seen you?"
Lee fiddled with his robes a bit. "Well, it was kind of a pact... no girls... you'd blab it all over the school, and everyone knows, you know, well- Fred wanted to let his girl in on it, but I said no, so..."
"Pardon? Fred's GIRL? Who's that?"
"Angelina, of course!"
Alicia started to laugh. "Angelina? You're not talking about the girl who the house-elves will probably grumble about for getting pink sugar all down her back?"
"Yeah." Lee sniggered.
"Honestly, Lee, I don't think- OW! FRED WEASLEY!"
"Victim Number Seven is Alicia Spinnet!"
Alicia scowled after Fred. "Have to go and kill myself a Weasley, Lee. But don't worry- I won't tell a soul. You can trust me."
She raced off after Fred, pulling a slightly melted Chocolate Frog from her pocket as she ran...
Lee thought for a second, and smiled. "Yeah. S'gunna be all right. I can trust her." He ambled over to where Katie and George were.
"Has Fred got you with his Sugar Quills yet?" he asked Katie.
"Nope. But just in case, I'm going to go around with my hood u- OW! GEORGE!"
George grinned. He'd whipped out a strawberry Quill and shoved it down the back of her jumper. He and Lee exchanged a high-five.
Angelina skidded to a halt beside them. "Hey, how'd you get pink sugar all over you?" she asked. "Fred's down the other end of the Hall going after the Ravenclaws. Davina'll be happy."
"Victim number nine is Veronica Almontine!" they heard Fred yell.
"VERY happy." Angelina corrected herself.
Katie glowered at George, who grinned apologetically. "Apparently, Fred has accomplices." They turned to go and change up at Gryffindor.
Fred caught up with them. Simoutaneously, Katie and Angelina pulled up the hoods of their robes.
"Hi, girls! Where ya going?"
"To try and get all this freakin' pink sugar off of us!" called Katie over her shoulder.
"I know a handy spell- Kate? Angelina?" Fred tried to catch up with them, but Angelina shoved him away and quickened her pace.
"Oh, c'mon! Everyone knows I only assualt the prettiest girls with Quills. You two are way above Dungbombs and Soap Humbugs!" Fred said.
Angelina turned around with a funny look on her face as though she wanted to say something civil to Fred, but Katie grabbed her by the arm and dragged her up the stairs.
Fred turned to Lee and George, who had smirks the size of Texas all over them. "What? That was the best thing I could think of!"
"Ain't that sweet? Fred's paying his girl a compliment!" sniggered George.
"Angelina Jane Johnson is not my-" Fred began, but suddenly, Alicia darted out and got him with her Frog. She rubbed the chocolate all through his hair and stuffed the gooey remains down the back of his jumper.
"First male victim is Fred 'Sugar Quill' Weasley!" cried Alicia. She giggled at the outraged Fred and high-fived one of her second-year friends, who nodded in approval. They skipped off together laughing.
"Aargggh!" yelled Fred, while Lee and George fell over with laughter. He gave them both an evil glare and said sternly, "I absolutely forbid you two to laugh. Go ahead, try it. Make my day."
"HA!" said Lee. "Sucked in, Fred man. Guess you're not as popular with the older grades as you're deluding yourself, eh?"
"Lee, I-" George began in agreement, but the three froze because of the people behind them...
"I tell you, when I get my hands on that Mystery Commentator bastard, I'll curse him!" snarled a rather petite-looking Slytherin girl who was tottering alongside a burly boyfriend.
"Who does he think he is? I bet he's against Slytherins too!" shrieked her wild-looking friend.
"Next Quidditch game, we've got to keep a close watch on Marionne, to make sure she makes it to the commentator's box. She's a MUCH better commentator then he'll ever be." grunted the boy.
George and Fred exchanged a glance and then looked at Lee. Lee seemed amused. "Slytherins. Like hell I'm against them. Who's the next match?"
"Gryffindor versus Slytherin." replied George.
"Excellent," Lee said, and to the relief of the twins he was grinning. "I think it's time we showed the Slytherins just how much of a bastard the Mystery Commentator can be!"
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Now THAT was a really, really pointless chapter. I'm so sorry, everyone. Basically, I'll try and cover up my ginormous mistake by saying that this was basically my way of conveying the students' reactions- good and bad. I'll try and get the next chapter up more quickly, and I'll try and make it better.
I'd like to say a big thank you to my reviewers. Thirteen reviews- WOW! I never expected that many! Emo Tuesday, pixie, sunnycouger, tesa, Gemin16, Roz58, Normandie M, Alix, kai, Triskelion, Devils Angel and Julianna Edwards, thank you!
Another thing I'd like to say, and ask- it is SPOOKY how much the girl cast as Angelina in the movie looks like my mental image of Angelina. And a question, for whoever knows the answer... what's her last name? I know her name is Danielle and that her last name begins with T, but I haven't been able to find it out. Anyone who knows, can you let me know? Because both the girl playing Angelina and the actual Angelina ROCK!
Lee was on Cloud Nine. He strolled down the stairs into the Entance Hall one morning and saw Davina Johnson, her friend Lisa and their crew sitting on the bottom step.
Lisa, who was a renowned duelling expert and champion, was chatting spiritedly away to Davina. Davina was never seen to eat before twelve in the afternoon, and she frowned on Angelina for scoffing breakfast with her friends because it supposedly wasn't ladylike. "... so, the bastard tried to Disarm me, but I showed him with a quick Furnunculus to the right-"
"Oh, Lis, don't let's talk about something as silly and trivial as duelling! How about the Mystery Commentator?"
Lisa looked visibly put out, but replied, "He's got quite a cute voice, I s'pose. Probably a seventh-year."
"A Ravenclaw, I reckon," said a pigtailed girl happily. "He sounded intelligent."
"Sexy, too!"
Lee was torn between cracking up laughing with a scream of, "IT'S ME, YOU DUNGBRAINS! I'M THE MYSTERY COMMENTATOR!" and dawdling, both sounded rather appealing.
"Ravenclaws aren't sexy OR intelligent," said Davina firmly. Everyone knew Davina was only of that opinion was because the boy she'd had a mad crush on in fifth year had gone out with a Ravenclaw who Davina already disliked. Davina and the Ravenclaw, one Veronica Almontine, still hated each other's guts.
"A Hufflepuff? He seemed to like them."
"'Specially- oh NO. 'Vina, d'you think it could be Cameron Cole, you know, Sera Flynch's boyfriend?"
Davina paled. "Of course not," she said briskly. "Everyone knows Cameron's got that uncool stutter. Couldn't possibly be him."
"Dunno what Sera sees in him."
Lee grinned and bowed deeply at the girls as he passed. "Peace, girls!"
"Who's that?"
"Oh," said Davina ungraciously. "That's only my little sister's dorky friend Jordan Leigh, or something like that."
"Jordan, Lee Jordan!" said Lee, scurrying off after Alicia, who was walking alone.
"What a freak."
"I bet the Mystery Commentator could teach him a thing or two!"
One of the girls was writing MC 4 ME on her bag.
"Yo, Alicia, wait for me?" Lee jogged until he was walking with Alicia.
Alicia nodded. "My friends and I are practicing Quidditch on the pitch today." She smirked. "You should feel lucky, Lee. A couple of my friends are utterly infatuated with the Mystery Commentataor."
Lee pulled a face.
Angelina suddenly appeared. She was running away from Fred, and laughing. "Don't you dare, Fred Weasley!" she yelled at Fred, who was walking with Katie and George. He gave her a "Who, me?" look.
"What happened?"
She scowled, then giggled. "Fred keeps trying to stuff his Sugar Quill down the back of my robes. He's got twelve strawberry ones from Charlie, who got them from his grilfriend, and both of them hate strawberry. So Fred reckons he's going to find twelve girls and assault them with them."
Lee grinned and as the girls sighed "Men." together, he turned around and gave Fred a huge thumbs up.
"Listen, are you still all right with me and Katie playing Quidditch with you tonight? I really want to learn that move you did at the last game."
"The Hawkshead Attacking Formation? Sure. The others never let me teach them anything. They reckon I'm uppity."
"You ARE uppity," Lee told her exasperatedly.
"Watch it, you, or I won't help you with..." Alicia started to have a go at him, but then she remembered Angelina was there.
"Something wrong, Alic-" Angelina started to ask, but then Fred grabbed her by the shoulders and stuffed the strawberry Quill down the back of her robes.
"Yessss! Fred Weasley is champion!"
Angelina shrieked and whipped around. "Fre-ED! I'll get you for that!" She dived at him, but he ran off with Angelina trying to whack him with her book bag and extract the nearly disintegrated Sugar Quill from her robes at the same time.
Lee and Alicia stood there a moment.
"Whee!" called Fred from someplace. "Victim Number Six is Angelina Johnson! Someone write that down!"
Alicia breathed out. "That was close. Being let in on a Weasley Triplet Prank is hard work."
"Less of the Triplet shtick, Alicia. You happen to be the only girl in Hogwarts who knows the true identity of the Mystery Commentator."
Thank God for that, thought Alicia to herself. Otherwise I'd've probably joined the crowd and developed a massive crush on him.
"Lee?" she said to him as they walked into the Great Hall. "Can I ask you something?"
"What?"
"Would- Would you have let me in on the trick even if I hadn't seen you?"
Lee fiddled with his robes a bit. "Well, it was kind of a pact... no girls... you'd blab it all over the school, and everyone knows, you know, well- Fred wanted to let his girl in on it, but I said no, so..."
"Pardon? Fred's GIRL? Who's that?"
"Angelina, of course!"
Alicia started to laugh. "Angelina? You're not talking about the girl who the house-elves will probably grumble about for getting pink sugar all down her back?"
"Yeah." Lee sniggered.
"Honestly, Lee, I don't think- OW! FRED WEASLEY!"
"Victim Number Seven is Alicia Spinnet!"
Alicia scowled after Fred. "Have to go and kill myself a Weasley, Lee. But don't worry- I won't tell a soul. You can trust me."
She raced off after Fred, pulling a slightly melted Chocolate Frog from her pocket as she ran...
Lee thought for a second, and smiled. "Yeah. S'gunna be all right. I can trust her." He ambled over to where Katie and George were.
"Has Fred got you with his Sugar Quills yet?" he asked Katie.
"Nope. But just in case, I'm going to go around with my hood u- OW! GEORGE!"
George grinned. He'd whipped out a strawberry Quill and shoved it down the back of her jumper. He and Lee exchanged a high-five.
Angelina skidded to a halt beside them. "Hey, how'd you get pink sugar all over you?" she asked. "Fred's down the other end of the Hall going after the Ravenclaws. Davina'll be happy."
"Victim number nine is Veronica Almontine!" they heard Fred yell.
"VERY happy." Angelina corrected herself.
Katie glowered at George, who grinned apologetically. "Apparently, Fred has accomplices." They turned to go and change up at Gryffindor.
Fred caught up with them. Simoutaneously, Katie and Angelina pulled up the hoods of their robes.
"Hi, girls! Where ya going?"
"To try and get all this freakin' pink sugar off of us!" called Katie over her shoulder.
"I know a handy spell- Kate? Angelina?" Fred tried to catch up with them, but Angelina shoved him away and quickened her pace.
"Oh, c'mon! Everyone knows I only assualt the prettiest girls with Quills. You two are way above Dungbombs and Soap Humbugs!" Fred said.
Angelina turned around with a funny look on her face as though she wanted to say something civil to Fred, but Katie grabbed her by the arm and dragged her up the stairs.
Fred turned to Lee and George, who had smirks the size of Texas all over them. "What? That was the best thing I could think of!"
"Ain't that sweet? Fred's paying his girl a compliment!" sniggered George.
"Angelina Jane Johnson is not my-" Fred began, but suddenly, Alicia darted out and got him with her Frog. She rubbed the chocolate all through his hair and stuffed the gooey remains down the back of his jumper.
"First male victim is Fred 'Sugar Quill' Weasley!" cried Alicia. She giggled at the outraged Fred and high-fived one of her second-year friends, who nodded in approval. They skipped off together laughing.
"Aargggh!" yelled Fred, while Lee and George fell over with laughter. He gave them both an evil glare and said sternly, "I absolutely forbid you two to laugh. Go ahead, try it. Make my day."
"HA!" said Lee. "Sucked in, Fred man. Guess you're not as popular with the older grades as you're deluding yourself, eh?"
"Lee, I-" George began in agreement, but the three froze because of the people behind them...
"I tell you, when I get my hands on that Mystery Commentator bastard, I'll curse him!" snarled a rather petite-looking Slytherin girl who was tottering alongside a burly boyfriend.
"Who does he think he is? I bet he's against Slytherins too!" shrieked her wild-looking friend.
"Next Quidditch game, we've got to keep a close watch on Marionne, to make sure she makes it to the commentator's box. She's a MUCH better commentator then he'll ever be." grunted the boy.
George and Fred exchanged a glance and then looked at Lee. Lee seemed amused. "Slytherins. Like hell I'm against them. Who's the next match?"
"Gryffindor versus Slytherin." replied George.
"Excellent," Lee said, and to the relief of the twins he was grinning. "I think it's time we showed the Slytherins just how much of a bastard the Mystery Commentator can be!"
* * * * *
Now THAT was a really, really pointless chapter. I'm so sorry, everyone. Basically, I'll try and cover up my ginormous mistake by saying that this was basically my way of conveying the students' reactions- good and bad. I'll try and get the next chapter up more quickly, and I'll try and make it better.
I'd like to say a big thank you to my reviewers. Thirteen reviews- WOW! I never expected that many! Emo Tuesday, pixie, sunnycouger, tesa, Gemin16, Roz58, Normandie M, Alix, kai, Triskelion, Devils Angel and Julianna Edwards, thank you!
Another thing I'd like to say, and ask- it is SPOOKY how much the girl cast as Angelina in the movie looks like my mental image of Angelina. And a question, for whoever knows the answer... what's her last name? I know her name is Danielle and that her last name begins with T, but I haven't been able to find it out. Anyone who knows, can you let me know? Because both the girl playing Angelina and the actual Angelina ROCK!