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Chapter 12
Alexis sat next to Amy in History listening to Proffessor Binns drone on and on ceaselessly. Instead of taking notes, she was concentrating on dechipering the decrepit report. So far, she had gotten only a few words from the faded mess aside from what she read yesterday. Amy, who was lightly dozing stirred and muttered, "And this one time..." Alexis looked over, a bit startled and tried to shove the parchment into her bag. A note slipped out from between the two pages of the report. She looked around before stooping under her desk to get it. On the way up, she hit her head smartly on the underside of the desk. It made a loud sound which caused everyone to jolt out of their stupor.
"Ouch!" she exclaimed softly. People snickered as she slowly came up holding her head. She smiled then looked down at the note in her hand.
Before she shoved it into her bag, Amy whispered, "What's that?" having awoken from her blissful sleep.
"Nothing, just a report for Defense Against the Dark Arts," Alexis replied holding the report a bit tighter.
"Oh, okay," Amy turned around as if she was done with her questioning.
Alexis opened the report again and Amy yanked it out of her hands.
"Tom Riddle? That's not you that's my uncle! Oh he was so handsome! That was, of course, before the accident....Oh well! St.Mungo's has help for that! Anyway, he had this beautiful red hair and he was tall and funny. He was the best uncle EVER!" Amy whispered. Of course, we all know, that she was lying or at least, mistaking the name for her uncle's.
Alexis looked at Amy. "Seriously? Was he really your uncle?" she asked.
"Yeah! At least, I think so..." she replied.
Just then, a paperball hit the back of Alexis's head.She spun around to see Curtis Wiegand pointing from the wad of paper to Amy. Alexis picked it up and prepared to launch it back when he held up his hand and shook his head no."Give it to her," he mouthed pointing at Amy. She turned around and gave the ball to Amy who looked back at Curtis. "Open it," he mouthed. After a few seconds, she blushed and looked at him, not smiling. She wrote something on it and hurled it back at him. It hit him right in his forehead and he caught it just as it fell into his lap. Upon opening it, Curtis discovered these three simple words:
"IN YOUR DREAMS!" His face fell and he looked at Amy, puzzeled. Alexis smirked.
"Stupid Hufflepuff. He can't even tell when he's being rejected." she said and Amy giggled. The bell rang and everyone sleepily gathered their things and headed toward the door.
On the way out, Curtis tugged on one of Amy's braided pigtails. Alexis spun around, glaring at him.
"This ISN'T your dream so why bother?" she turned back around and walked out the door leaving Curtis to watch them, a stunned, sort of dazed look on his face.(A/N: the real Curtis can make this face and it's of pure stupidity. It's really funny :-) (if your reading this, Curtis, I'm sorry but you know it's true))
"I can't believe HE wants to be your boyfriend." Alexis said having read the note. "It's a lost cause, really." she glanced at Amy to make sure she didn't take it offensively. She didn't. "Don't you agree?" Alexis elbowed Amy but she was staring at some Gryffindor second year. "Amy?Hello, earth to Amy..." she waved her hand in front of Amy's face.
Amy shook her head. "Sorry, did you say something?" she looked at Alexis's smirk. "What??"
Alexis looked at the second year then at Amy. "I think someone's got a crush..." she said smiling.
Amy blushed but said, "Really?Who?!?"
"You, that's who."
"Me? How do you figure?"
Alexis looked at the second year then at Amy again. "Go ask his name."
Amy tried to look surprised, but failed. "Why would I want to know his name?"
"You like him."
"Do not!!"
"Oh, that's right, you LOVE him. My mistake."
"I don't even know who he is!"
"That's why you should find out."
Amy looked at him and blushed a deeper shade of red. "But....what if he thinks I'm wierd?"
"If you don't talk to him then I'LL think your wierd." Alexis replied.
"But..." Amy looked very shy.
"Oh come on," Alexis said grabbing Amy's arm and pulling her over to where the second year stood. "Hi, I'm Alexis and my good friend Amy here," she pushed Amy in front of her. "Would like to ask you something."
"I-what-no!" Amy resisted but once she was in front of Alexis she smiled sweetly and blushed even more.(if possible) "Hi..." she said softly.
"Hi...Amy." the boy said.
"Heh heh, my name's Amy...what's yours?" Amy said obviously not thinking straight.She was looking up into his eyes.
"I'm Matt. You're a first year right?" the boy said.
"Uh huh," Amy replied nodding her head yes.
"Yeah, I remember you from the Sorting." he smiled. Amy sighed dreamily. Alexis snickered.
"Come on now, Amy, we do have classes today..." Alexis said pulling at Amy's arm.
"Well, bye then," Matt said.
Amy waved, smiling sweetly, in return while being dragged off to Transfiguration.
* * * * * * * * * * * *
Harry sat in the musty Divination classroom by the window. Ron was sitting next to him muttering things about Proffessor Trelawny under his breath.
I'd watch out if I were you, Harry. You're probably going to die this week from a terrible chipmunk bite," Ron said smirking.
Harry smiled,"No, it's more likely that a toad should come and eat my lims, one by one."
"That's gross!" squealed Parvati Patil. Harry and Ron both laughed.
"It's possible," said an airy, mystical voice from the front of the classroom.
Ron let out a derisive snort.
"You don't believe me, Mr. Weasley?" Proffessor Trelawny said, stepping out of the shadows and sitting in her chair, folding her arms.
"Well, I've never seen really seen a toad do that, Proffessor," Ron replied.
"Hm, so since you have never seen something, it means that it's impossible?" Proffessor Trelwany questioned."So, does that mean that a werewolf doesn't tranform during a full moon? I'm sure you've never witnessed that because, Mr. Weasley, if you had, you would probably not be joining us here today."
Harry looked at Ron, remembering the time they had watched Proffessor Lupin transform into a werewolf on the night he and Hermione had helped save Sirius and Buckbeak. Ron fell silent.
"Now, class this year we shall start out with the subtle method of hand-reading." Trelawny started.
"So, have you heard from Sirius yet?" Ron asked Harry in an undertone as Proffessor Trelawny went on with the lesson.
"No, I guess her must be pretty far away if he didn't recieve the letter I sent." Harry replied.
"Yeah, probably. Someone might have spotted him near Hogsmeade." Ron said.
"Who are you talking about?" Dean Thomas asked as he, Seamus, and neville came to sit by them.
"Snuffles," Harry said quickly. "He's Ron's family dog. they lost him before he came. Desperately searching I expect."
"Oh yeah," Ron put in. "Ginny's quite upset. She's writing to our mum just about every day to see if someone's found him."
By the end of class, the boys had predicted as many horrible fates as possible and wound up with horrible things happening to them in the future. Ron was going to wind up married to Millicent Bulstrode; Dean was going to give up his magic and become a co-worker of Dudley Dursley, Harry was going to die from too much broomstick use and become stall-mates with Moaning Myrtle the day he wins the Quidditch World Cup for England; Seamus was going to be transfigured into a house elf and forced to serve the Malfoy household; And lastly, Neville was to be given to Snape as a birthday gift from Neville's grandmother. Of course, they couldn't possibly give these to Proffessor Trelawny as they were HIGHLY unbelivable, but they enjoyed concocting them up anyway.
The five boys walked out laughing and poking fun at each other. Harry and Ron went up to the Gryffindor Towaer while the other three went to the lake. The two boys went into the fifth year boys dormitory and were suprised to see an owl perched on Harry's pillow. He went over to it and picked up the letter. As he saw who wrote it, he smiled. It was from Sirius.
Harry,
How are you? I hope you're well. Has your scar hurt at all lately? If it has, send me an owl immidietly. We need as much information about Voldemort as we can get since Fudge has failed to recognize his return. Well, I need to try and get a Daily Prophet so I'll write to you later. Oh, I nearly forgot, why haven't you written in a while? I was hoping for a letter sooner but I guess you've been busy what with the start of term and all. Well, write to me as soon as possible.
Sirius
Harry stared at the last few sentences and Rone voiced what he had been thinking.
"You think the letter was intercepted?"
"I certainly hope not," Harry replied. "Because if someone did, they'll go straight to the Ministry with it..."
"Then they'll question you." Ron finished.
Chapter 12
Alexis sat next to Amy in History listening to Proffessor Binns drone on and on ceaselessly. Instead of taking notes, she was concentrating on dechipering the decrepit report. So far, she had gotten only a few words from the faded mess aside from what she read yesterday. Amy, who was lightly dozing stirred and muttered, "And this one time..." Alexis looked over, a bit startled and tried to shove the parchment into her bag. A note slipped out from between the two pages of the report. She looked around before stooping under her desk to get it. On the way up, she hit her head smartly on the underside of the desk. It made a loud sound which caused everyone to jolt out of their stupor.
"Ouch!" she exclaimed softly. People snickered as she slowly came up holding her head. She smiled then looked down at the note in her hand.
Before she shoved it into her bag, Amy whispered, "What's that?" having awoken from her blissful sleep.
"Nothing, just a report for Defense Against the Dark Arts," Alexis replied holding the report a bit tighter.
"Oh, okay," Amy turned around as if she was done with her questioning.
Alexis opened the report again and Amy yanked it out of her hands.
"Tom Riddle? That's not you that's my uncle! Oh he was so handsome! That was, of course, before the accident....Oh well! St.Mungo's has help for that! Anyway, he had this beautiful red hair and he was tall and funny. He was the best uncle EVER!" Amy whispered. Of course, we all know, that she was lying or at least, mistaking the name for her uncle's.
Alexis looked at Amy. "Seriously? Was he really your uncle?" she asked.
"Yeah! At least, I think so..." she replied.
Just then, a paperball hit the back of Alexis's head.She spun around to see Curtis Wiegand pointing from the wad of paper to Amy. Alexis picked it up and prepared to launch it back when he held up his hand and shook his head no."Give it to her," he mouthed pointing at Amy. She turned around and gave the ball to Amy who looked back at Curtis. "Open it," he mouthed. After a few seconds, she blushed and looked at him, not smiling. She wrote something on it and hurled it back at him. It hit him right in his forehead and he caught it just as it fell into his lap. Upon opening it, Curtis discovered these three simple words:
"IN YOUR DREAMS!" His face fell and he looked at Amy, puzzeled. Alexis smirked.
"Stupid Hufflepuff. He can't even tell when he's being rejected." she said and Amy giggled. The bell rang and everyone sleepily gathered their things and headed toward the door.
On the way out, Curtis tugged on one of Amy's braided pigtails. Alexis spun around, glaring at him.
"This ISN'T your dream so why bother?" she turned back around and walked out the door leaving Curtis to watch them, a stunned, sort of dazed look on his face.(A/N: the real Curtis can make this face and it's of pure stupidity. It's really funny :-) (if your reading this, Curtis, I'm sorry but you know it's true))
"I can't believe HE wants to be your boyfriend." Alexis said having read the note. "It's a lost cause, really." she glanced at Amy to make sure she didn't take it offensively. She didn't. "Don't you agree?" Alexis elbowed Amy but she was staring at some Gryffindor second year. "Amy?Hello, earth to Amy..." she waved her hand in front of Amy's face.
Amy shook her head. "Sorry, did you say something?" she looked at Alexis's smirk. "What??"
Alexis looked at the second year then at Amy. "I think someone's got a crush..." she said smiling.
Amy blushed but said, "Really?Who?!?"
"You, that's who."
"Me? How do you figure?"
Alexis looked at the second year then at Amy again. "Go ask his name."
Amy tried to look surprised, but failed. "Why would I want to know his name?"
"You like him."
"Do not!!"
"Oh, that's right, you LOVE him. My mistake."
"I don't even know who he is!"
"That's why you should find out."
Amy looked at him and blushed a deeper shade of red. "But....what if he thinks I'm wierd?"
"If you don't talk to him then I'LL think your wierd." Alexis replied.
"But..." Amy looked very shy.
"Oh come on," Alexis said grabbing Amy's arm and pulling her over to where the second year stood. "Hi, I'm Alexis and my good friend Amy here," she pushed Amy in front of her. "Would like to ask you something."
"I-what-no!" Amy resisted but once she was in front of Alexis she smiled sweetly and blushed even more.(if possible) "Hi..." she said softly.
"Hi...Amy." the boy said.
"Heh heh, my name's Amy...what's yours?" Amy said obviously not thinking straight.She was looking up into his eyes.
"I'm Matt. You're a first year right?" the boy said.
"Uh huh," Amy replied nodding her head yes.
"Yeah, I remember you from the Sorting." he smiled. Amy sighed dreamily. Alexis snickered.
"Come on now, Amy, we do have classes today..." Alexis said pulling at Amy's arm.
"Well, bye then," Matt said.
Amy waved, smiling sweetly, in return while being dragged off to Transfiguration.
* * * * * * * * * * * *
Harry sat in the musty Divination classroom by the window. Ron was sitting next to him muttering things about Proffessor Trelawny under his breath.
I'd watch out if I were you, Harry. You're probably going to die this week from a terrible chipmunk bite," Ron said smirking.
Harry smiled,"No, it's more likely that a toad should come and eat my lims, one by one."
"That's gross!" squealed Parvati Patil. Harry and Ron both laughed.
"It's possible," said an airy, mystical voice from the front of the classroom.
Ron let out a derisive snort.
"You don't believe me, Mr. Weasley?" Proffessor Trelawny said, stepping out of the shadows and sitting in her chair, folding her arms.
"Well, I've never seen really seen a toad do that, Proffessor," Ron replied.
"Hm, so since you have never seen something, it means that it's impossible?" Proffessor Trelwany questioned."So, does that mean that a werewolf doesn't tranform during a full moon? I'm sure you've never witnessed that because, Mr. Weasley, if you had, you would probably not be joining us here today."
Harry looked at Ron, remembering the time they had watched Proffessor Lupin transform into a werewolf on the night he and Hermione had helped save Sirius and Buckbeak. Ron fell silent.
"Now, class this year we shall start out with the subtle method of hand-reading." Trelawny started.
"So, have you heard from Sirius yet?" Ron asked Harry in an undertone as Proffessor Trelawny went on with the lesson.
"No, I guess her must be pretty far away if he didn't recieve the letter I sent." Harry replied.
"Yeah, probably. Someone might have spotted him near Hogsmeade." Ron said.
"Who are you talking about?" Dean Thomas asked as he, Seamus, and neville came to sit by them.
"Snuffles," Harry said quickly. "He's Ron's family dog. they lost him before he came. Desperately searching I expect."
"Oh yeah," Ron put in. "Ginny's quite upset. She's writing to our mum just about every day to see if someone's found him."
By the end of class, the boys had predicted as many horrible fates as possible and wound up with horrible things happening to them in the future. Ron was going to wind up married to Millicent Bulstrode; Dean was going to give up his magic and become a co-worker of Dudley Dursley, Harry was going to die from too much broomstick use and become stall-mates with Moaning Myrtle the day he wins the Quidditch World Cup for England; Seamus was going to be transfigured into a house elf and forced to serve the Malfoy household; And lastly, Neville was to be given to Snape as a birthday gift from Neville's grandmother. Of course, they couldn't possibly give these to Proffessor Trelawny as they were HIGHLY unbelivable, but they enjoyed concocting them up anyway.
The five boys walked out laughing and poking fun at each other. Harry and Ron went up to the Gryffindor Towaer while the other three went to the lake. The two boys went into the fifth year boys dormitory and were suprised to see an owl perched on Harry's pillow. He went over to it and picked up the letter. As he saw who wrote it, he smiled. It was from Sirius.
Harry,
How are you? I hope you're well. Has your scar hurt at all lately? If it has, send me an owl immidietly. We need as much information about Voldemort as we can get since Fudge has failed to recognize his return. Well, I need to try and get a Daily Prophet so I'll write to you later. Oh, I nearly forgot, why haven't you written in a while? I was hoping for a letter sooner but I guess you've been busy what with the start of term and all. Well, write to me as soon as possible.
Sirius
Harry stared at the last few sentences and Rone voiced what he had been thinking.
"You think the letter was intercepted?"
"I certainly hope not," Harry replied. "Because if someone did, they'll go straight to the Ministry with it..."
"Then they'll question you." Ron finished.
