A day in the life of a muggle
By Maddy
Chapter 9
This is Cho's day as a muggle.
This chapter is dedicated to Helen (sparkely gem) because Michelle said so! And Joanna for giving me Beatriceisms!
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An alarm was going off, way to early. Probably Beth's she always gets up early to revise after all the N.E.W.T's are this year. Something typically Ravenclaw
Every one wonders how I got into Ravenclaw Cho Chang resident tart of Hogwarts. I get good grades I get top marks so what if I want to have fun. What is the meaning of life? To live it
I don't act like a tart is it really my fault that I l;ike short skirts, I've gopt a good figure might as well use it. How many people strive to get my knid of figure.
Boys stare at me so what? They never see me for who I am. Only Cedric did but he's gone now. Lying in a coffin 6 feet unfer at Hogsmead graveyard.
"Eleanor get up!"
"What the hell?" I murmured
"Hurry up you've slept in for 15 minutes get down stairs and have breakfast."
"Who the hell are you? And what have you done with Hogwarts?"
"Don't take that tone with me. Honestly, you have a one track mind. Hogwarts, Hogwarts, Hogwarts do you ever think about something else."
"Well I think about Quidditch, Cedric and whether to do anything about Harry Potter."
"You reall do have a one track mind. Go have breakfast."
I walked slowly down the stairs, there was no food on the kitchen table, what were the house elves doing? There was a bowl of fruit that would have to do. I peeled a banana and ate it then walked out of the room and up the stairs.
"I left your netball kit on your bed."
There was a white polo shirt and a blue skirt with the initials E.E sewn onto the corners. "Here's your P.E bag." A bag was thrown in, which I quickly caught with my seekers abilities. I put the unifiform into the bag.
I put the school uniform on. The skirt was to long just past the knees so I rolled it up. Two inches above the knees can't see a bump from the rool perfect. I grabbed the back pack and P.E bag and ran down the satirs
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"Eve!What the hell have you done to your skirt/"
"Nothing."
"What d'you mean you hate skirts let alone short skirts."
What girl hates skirts?
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"I take no nonsence. Myt rules are permanent if I catch you breaking them in my class or around the school you will e punished." Announced the R.E teacher sister Beatrice. As soon as I walked in I realised she was eccentric though, in a different way to the fraud in the north tower.
"Spit out that gum!" she directed a girl. "Every one up uniform inspection! Top button should be done up, three stripes on you tie and skirt unrolled."
She came up to me first. "Your skirt is rolled up four times!" she proclaimed "somebody shoot that girl."
Francesca rolled her eyes. After the inspection had been done "Top button, tie and skirt gum as well! Things weren't like that when I came to thins school."
"What were the dinosaurs like then?" muttered a girl next to me.
"This term we'll be doing world religions then moving onto Philosophy on whether there is a God and what the meaning of life is." She continued still using stupid phrases in between
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"The last lesson of the day netball." Announced Francesca taking her journal out. We went and sat down in blue chairs in St. Arma-something or other.
"Hello girls." Announced the teacher, Miss Hunt. "Five minutes and counting."
The changing room door was opened and the class ran in.
The smell was intoxicating a mix of B.O, smelly shoes and body sprays gone musty.
I quickly changed into the P.E kit. The polo shirt was a bit big, but the skirt was perfect, nice and short wioth out being rolled up.
I walked out of the changing room and quickly drew in the fresh air. Miss Huint walked up to me. "Hello Eleanor how was your summer."
"Er, fine thanks yours?"
"Good. You won the gymnastics competition for the south eat didn't you?"
"Umm... sure."
"You looking forward to Fridays gym lesson. I was hoping you could show the clas a round ouff."
"Ok but I think the class woud like to start."
"Oh... yes."
She handed a bag of balls to someone. The class jogged out of the school and onto th netball courts. We started warming up. "What's wrong with you?" You're not muttering profanities about skirts. `this skirt is to short'' Skirts are sexist why don't men wear them we wear trousers' `i'm freezing my legs off.'"
"Right. We need to warm up. How d'you play this sport that hop doesn't look like a Quaffle could fit through it."
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Please Read & Review I'm sorry it took so long but I have other stories and they're more of a priority as more people read them!
By Maddy
Chapter 9
This is Cho's day as a muggle.
This chapter is dedicated to Helen (sparkely gem) because Michelle said so! And Joanna for giving me Beatriceisms!
***
An alarm was going off, way to early. Probably Beth's she always gets up early to revise after all the N.E.W.T's are this year. Something typically Ravenclaw
Every one wonders how I got into Ravenclaw Cho Chang resident tart of Hogwarts. I get good grades I get top marks so what if I want to have fun. What is the meaning of life? To live it
I don't act like a tart is it really my fault that I l;ike short skirts, I've gopt a good figure might as well use it. How many people strive to get my knid of figure.
Boys stare at me so what? They never see me for who I am. Only Cedric did but he's gone now. Lying in a coffin 6 feet unfer at Hogsmead graveyard.
"Eleanor get up!"
"What the hell?" I murmured
"Hurry up you've slept in for 15 minutes get down stairs and have breakfast."
"Who the hell are you? And what have you done with Hogwarts?"
"Don't take that tone with me. Honestly, you have a one track mind. Hogwarts, Hogwarts, Hogwarts do you ever think about something else."
"Well I think about Quidditch, Cedric and whether to do anything about Harry Potter."
"You reall do have a one track mind. Go have breakfast."
I walked slowly down the stairs, there was no food on the kitchen table, what were the house elves doing? There was a bowl of fruit that would have to do. I peeled a banana and ate it then walked out of the room and up the stairs.
"I left your netball kit on your bed."
There was a white polo shirt and a blue skirt with the initials E.E sewn onto the corners. "Here's your P.E bag." A bag was thrown in, which I quickly caught with my seekers abilities. I put the unifiform into the bag.
I put the school uniform on. The skirt was to long just past the knees so I rolled it up. Two inches above the knees can't see a bump from the rool perfect. I grabbed the back pack and P.E bag and ran down the satirs
***
"Eve!What the hell have you done to your skirt/"
"Nothing."
"What d'you mean you hate skirts let alone short skirts."
What girl hates skirts?
***
"I take no nonsence. Myt rules are permanent if I catch you breaking them in my class or around the school you will e punished." Announced the R.E teacher sister Beatrice. As soon as I walked in I realised she was eccentric though, in a different way to the fraud in the north tower.
"Spit out that gum!" she directed a girl. "Every one up uniform inspection! Top button should be done up, three stripes on you tie and skirt unrolled."
She came up to me first. "Your skirt is rolled up four times!" she proclaimed "somebody shoot that girl."
Francesca rolled her eyes. After the inspection had been done "Top button, tie and skirt gum as well! Things weren't like that when I came to thins school."
"What were the dinosaurs like then?" muttered a girl next to me.
"This term we'll be doing world religions then moving onto Philosophy on whether there is a God and what the meaning of life is." She continued still using stupid phrases in between
***
"The last lesson of the day netball." Announced Francesca taking her journal out. We went and sat down in blue chairs in St. Arma-something or other.
"Hello girls." Announced the teacher, Miss Hunt. "Five minutes and counting."
The changing room door was opened and the class ran in.
The smell was intoxicating a mix of B.O, smelly shoes and body sprays gone musty.
I quickly changed into the P.E kit. The polo shirt was a bit big, but the skirt was perfect, nice and short wioth out being rolled up.
I walked out of the changing room and quickly drew in the fresh air. Miss Huint walked up to me. "Hello Eleanor how was your summer."
"Er, fine thanks yours?"
"Good. You won the gymnastics competition for the south eat didn't you?"
"Umm... sure."
"You looking forward to Fridays gym lesson. I was hoping you could show the clas a round ouff."
"Ok but I think the class woud like to start."
"Oh... yes."
She handed a bag of balls to someone. The class jogged out of the school and onto th netball courts. We started warming up. "What's wrong with you?" You're not muttering profanities about skirts. `this skirt is to short'' Skirts are sexist why don't men wear them we wear trousers' `i'm freezing my legs off.'"
"Right. We need to warm up. How d'you play this sport that hop doesn't look like a Quaffle could fit through it."
***
Please Read & Review I'm sorry it took so long but I have other stories and they're more of a priority as more people read them!