Harry, Ron, Hermione, and Scarlett all hurried out to the dungeon as the
bell rang. Scarlett cooly explained what had happened in Dumbledore's
office.
"How'd you manage to finish that ruddy thing so fast?" Ron asked. "That's what I'd like to know.
They hadn't realized it, but they'd been walking quite fast, and reached the Transfiguration classroom a little early.
"I suppose we'll be working on chickens today," Hermione said, glancing at what appeared to be some notes. "Turning chickens into weathervanes comes next in the book."
"What's a weathervane?" Ron asked curiously.
"Muggle thing," Harry said quickly. "They use it to see which direction the wind's blowing – stuff like that."
"Rubbish," Ron muttered. "How am I supposed to turn something into one if I don't even know what it is? I'm sure dad would love to get his hands on one of 'em though," Ron said, scratching his head. "So why chickens?"
"The weathervane is most commonly a flat metal rooster with an arrow," Scarlett said. Harry could hear Ron muttering to himself again.
Sure enough, Hermione was right. Soon each student had a crate with a chicken sitting in front of them. Harry saw Hermione reading through the instructions for the hundredth time, and Ron, shaking his head, still muttering. He still looked like the thought the whole idea of a weathervane was ridiculous. When Harry glanced back at Hermione he saw her carefully lifting the lid off of her crate. He did the same. His chicken stared up at him with a look of confusion.
"Place your chicken on top of the crate before you begin," Professor McGonagall's voice rang out. "Points will be taken away if your weathervane still has feathers, or if is particularly rusty."
She walked up and down the aisles checking people's work. After a few moments –
"Miss Dumbledore, this is excellent!" cried Professor Mcgonagall. Hermione scowled. This was a huge compliment from Professor Mcgonagall. Professor McGonagall held up Scarlett's perfect, gleaming weathervane. Hers even had tiny, engraved letters representing north, south, east, and west. Harry peered over at Hermione, and was surprised to see that she wasn't finished yet. She had apparently gbeen halfway through transfiguring her chicken because her wand was held up and the chicken was trying to hold up its now heavy, metal tail. Neville's chicken was the only other one miving. He had accidentally made it start molting, and is was slowly getting larger, as though it was a balloon being inflated. Harry was reminded of the time he blew up his Aunt Marge, in a way similar to this. Professor McGonagall, however, hadn't noticed neville's chicken…
"Twenty points to Gryffindor for this excellent work, Miss Dumbledore," McGonagall beamed. All of a sudden there was a large BANG as feathers fluttered down everywhere – chicken feathers.
"LONGBOTTOM!" she shouted. "WHAT have you done now?!" she stalked over to his desk, where he was cowering beside Dean.
"It-it was an a-a-accident, Professor," Neville said meekly. Professor McGonagall scowled.
"Very well, then, clean it up. You help him Mr. Thomas," McGonagall barked. Neville looked mildly surprised. He had expected her to take points away from Gryffindor, give him detention, or some other horrible thing like that. Harry noticed this. He expected it had something to do with Scarlett's weathervane. He watched Hermione as she finished transfiguring her chicken, and made a mental note on the fact that it wasn't as nice as Scarlett's.
I KNOW! Another short chapter! I'm SORRY! I'm trying to work on it as much as possible! Chapter six will be up soon!
"How'd you manage to finish that ruddy thing so fast?" Ron asked. "That's what I'd like to know.
They hadn't realized it, but they'd been walking quite fast, and reached the Transfiguration classroom a little early.
"I suppose we'll be working on chickens today," Hermione said, glancing at what appeared to be some notes. "Turning chickens into weathervanes comes next in the book."
"What's a weathervane?" Ron asked curiously.
"Muggle thing," Harry said quickly. "They use it to see which direction the wind's blowing – stuff like that."
"Rubbish," Ron muttered. "How am I supposed to turn something into one if I don't even know what it is? I'm sure dad would love to get his hands on one of 'em though," Ron said, scratching his head. "So why chickens?"
"The weathervane is most commonly a flat metal rooster with an arrow," Scarlett said. Harry could hear Ron muttering to himself again.
Sure enough, Hermione was right. Soon each student had a crate with a chicken sitting in front of them. Harry saw Hermione reading through the instructions for the hundredth time, and Ron, shaking his head, still muttering. He still looked like the thought the whole idea of a weathervane was ridiculous. When Harry glanced back at Hermione he saw her carefully lifting the lid off of her crate. He did the same. His chicken stared up at him with a look of confusion.
"Place your chicken on top of the crate before you begin," Professor McGonagall's voice rang out. "Points will be taken away if your weathervane still has feathers, or if is particularly rusty."
She walked up and down the aisles checking people's work. After a few moments –
"Miss Dumbledore, this is excellent!" cried Professor Mcgonagall. Hermione scowled. This was a huge compliment from Professor Mcgonagall. Professor McGonagall held up Scarlett's perfect, gleaming weathervane. Hers even had tiny, engraved letters representing north, south, east, and west. Harry peered over at Hermione, and was surprised to see that she wasn't finished yet. She had apparently gbeen halfway through transfiguring her chicken because her wand was held up and the chicken was trying to hold up its now heavy, metal tail. Neville's chicken was the only other one miving. He had accidentally made it start molting, and is was slowly getting larger, as though it was a balloon being inflated. Harry was reminded of the time he blew up his Aunt Marge, in a way similar to this. Professor McGonagall, however, hadn't noticed neville's chicken…
"Twenty points to Gryffindor for this excellent work, Miss Dumbledore," McGonagall beamed. All of a sudden there was a large BANG as feathers fluttered down everywhere – chicken feathers.
"LONGBOTTOM!" she shouted. "WHAT have you done now?!" she stalked over to his desk, where he was cowering beside Dean.
"It-it was an a-a-accident, Professor," Neville said meekly. Professor McGonagall scowled.
"Very well, then, clean it up. You help him Mr. Thomas," McGonagall barked. Neville looked mildly surprised. He had expected her to take points away from Gryffindor, give him detention, or some other horrible thing like that. Harry noticed this. He expected it had something to do with Scarlett's weathervane. He watched Hermione as she finished transfiguring her chicken, and made a mental note on the fact that it wasn't as nice as Scarlett's.
I KNOW! Another short chapter! I'm SORRY! I'm trying to work on it as much as possible! Chapter six will be up soon!