The day after the announcement was made, Professor McGonnagal had something to tell the class.
"As you are well aware, our Halloween Ball is a costume ball. Therefore, the Hogwarts staff has decided to take
the opportunity to make it a learning experience. You will all be making your own costumes by assemblage."
The entire class groaned, and Renee sat in her chair in utter shock. Professor McGonagal continued her well
planned speech. "Now here in Transfiguration class we will be working on the costumes in class. Now does anyone
have any idea what they want to be?"
None of the Slytherins raised their hands, until McGonagal started talking in her "serious" voice.
"SERIOUSLY, who has costumes ideas?" Grudgingly, a few Slytherins raised their hands. Delighted Professor
McGonangal said, "Great! Let's hear what some of you got!"
All the hands that were in the air fell quickly to their sides. The room was quiet. Rolling her eyes, she paced
around the room. She picked the student slinking furthest in their seat.
"Renee," McGonagal started to smile, "I saw your hand up, what have you decided for your costume?"
Muttering under her breath she said, "I'mgonnabeanangel."
Sharon was crossed between giggling and turning stark white on being called on, but Professor McGonangal had her victim for the moment.
"Pardon?"
The entire class was staring at the two so, Renee said quickly, "I'mgonnabeanangel."
"You're going to be what? Speak clearly child!"
"Do I have to say it?" She asked more to herself, before saying slowly as if to a small child, "I... Am... Going... To... Be... An... Angel."
The class burst into gales of hysterical laughter and McGonangal said, "Quiet!!" Sharon, what is your costume going to be?"
By this time Renee had sat down with her red face covered by her arms. She looked up when Sharon's name was called.
Sharon stood up and said clearly, "I have decided (this was said as she glared at Pansy) that I am going to be a princess."
The class was utterly silent. Their mouths hung low to the desks, and their eyes were wide; they were stunned at Sharon's choice of costume.
"So girls," she asked confusedly, "are you guys planning to add an evil motif to these costumes?"
Leave it to McGonagal to use a big word to mask her confusion.
"No, not at all," Sharon said earnestly, sure she was soon to be ridiculed, but until then she might as well keep
her enemies, I mean classmates off guard. "In fact, Renee was thinking of doing her costume in a light blue silk."
Now McGonagal was really confused. These were definitely the two strongest Slytherins she had ever met.
"Okay, ANYWAY," she continued changing the subject, "I want you to create the material for your costumes. She pulled out a box full of burlap sacks. "Out of these."
All the students gasped in confusion and concern, The general thought was "what in the bloody hell...?"
Renee shrieked which caused the class to burst into loud snickering. They al thought it was because of the burlap
sacks; in reality it was because she thought that she saw Harry Potter's head.
"Now transfigure these burlap sacks into the materials you think would be good for you costume."
Most of the class groaned with the exception of Sharon, who was really good at Transfiguration.
"You should consider yourselves lucky. The Seventh years have to use toilet tissue paper."
Still sitting down low in her seat she asked, " Are being graded on this?"
"What a silly question!" McGonagal exclaimed, "Of course you are!"
Renee slumped (if possible) lower into her chair. Sighing she glared at Professor McGonagal as she passed out the burlap bags.
The class sat at their desks, staring blankly at the objects in front of the until McGonagal cleared her throat angrily. The class immediately started to work on the burlap sacks.
Renee raised her wand and started to concentrate on the burlap bag in front of her. Sharon just stood there staring at her burlap bag. Then Renee decided to break the silence.
"Since I'm such an *angel*, I'll make something for your costume."
She took a small peice of her burlap sack and raised her wand. A small black poof appeared. Grinning smugly,
Renee turned around holding a crumpled object crushed in her hand.
"What the hell is that?" She asked, raising an eyebrow.
"Lace. For your costume," She said as she stretched out the puke green thing.
"Lace? For my costume?" Sharon shuddered, "Suddenly I don't was lace anymore, but trevito.
She tapped the thing Renee had made and it turned into a nice piece of lightly blue lace. With a smug look on her face she turned back to Renee.
"Since, I'm making things for you, here you go."
Sharon had taken Renee's burlap bag and had turned it into several yards of light blue satin.
"Why Miss Avalon, that is wonderful. I had no idea."
She held up the material and showed it to the class. The Slytherins scowled at the praise Sharon was getting from
McGonagal. Sharon beamed and when McGonagal announced t hat thirty points were awarded to Slytherin, the grumbling stopped. But not enough for the class not to be mad, so they continued to work.
As the bell rang for the class to end, Renee jumped up and grabbed her materials. She ran out of the class as quickly as she could, but didn't get far. She ran into a very solid object. She looked up and saw a Gryfyndor in front of her. It was some blonde haired Gryfndor she had only seen once or twice before in Potions. She scowled and glared at him, before continuing her journey to the Slytherin common room. Sharon ran after her, not taking notice of the blonde Gryfyndor.
Suddenly a head that looked remarkably like Harry Potter's appeared out of no where. The blonde Gryfyndor looked startled, but looked at the head.
"So, what did you find out?"
"Absolutely nothing. Slytherins are very boring people."
"You know what Noah, they are also very rude."
Nodding in consent the two boys walked down the corridor to the Great Hall.
"As you are well aware, our Halloween Ball is a costume ball. Therefore, the Hogwarts staff has decided to take
the opportunity to make it a learning experience. You will all be making your own costumes by assemblage."
The entire class groaned, and Renee sat in her chair in utter shock. Professor McGonagal continued her well
planned speech. "Now here in Transfiguration class we will be working on the costumes in class. Now does anyone
have any idea what they want to be?"
None of the Slytherins raised their hands, until McGonagal started talking in her "serious" voice.
"SERIOUSLY, who has costumes ideas?" Grudgingly, a few Slytherins raised their hands. Delighted Professor
McGonangal said, "Great! Let's hear what some of you got!"
All the hands that were in the air fell quickly to their sides. The room was quiet. Rolling her eyes, she paced
around the room. She picked the student slinking furthest in their seat.
"Renee," McGonagal started to smile, "I saw your hand up, what have you decided for your costume?"
Muttering under her breath she said, "I'mgonnabeanangel."
Sharon was crossed between giggling and turning stark white on being called on, but Professor McGonangal had her victim for the moment.
"Pardon?"
The entire class was staring at the two so, Renee said quickly, "I'mgonnabeanangel."
"You're going to be what? Speak clearly child!"
"Do I have to say it?" She asked more to herself, before saying slowly as if to a small child, "I... Am... Going... To... Be... An... Angel."
The class burst into gales of hysterical laughter and McGonangal said, "Quiet!!" Sharon, what is your costume going to be?"
By this time Renee had sat down with her red face covered by her arms. She looked up when Sharon's name was called.
Sharon stood up and said clearly, "I have decided (this was said as she glared at Pansy) that I am going to be a princess."
The class was utterly silent. Their mouths hung low to the desks, and their eyes were wide; they were stunned at Sharon's choice of costume.
"So girls," she asked confusedly, "are you guys planning to add an evil motif to these costumes?"
Leave it to McGonagal to use a big word to mask her confusion.
"No, not at all," Sharon said earnestly, sure she was soon to be ridiculed, but until then she might as well keep
her enemies, I mean classmates off guard. "In fact, Renee was thinking of doing her costume in a light blue silk."
Now McGonagal was really confused. These were definitely the two strongest Slytherins she had ever met.
"Okay, ANYWAY," she continued changing the subject, "I want you to create the material for your costumes. She pulled out a box full of burlap sacks. "Out of these."
All the students gasped in confusion and concern, The general thought was "what in the bloody hell...?"
Renee shrieked which caused the class to burst into loud snickering. They al thought it was because of the burlap
sacks; in reality it was because she thought that she saw Harry Potter's head.
"Now transfigure these burlap sacks into the materials you think would be good for you costume."
Most of the class groaned with the exception of Sharon, who was really good at Transfiguration.
"You should consider yourselves lucky. The Seventh years have to use toilet tissue paper."
Still sitting down low in her seat she asked, " Are being graded on this?"
"What a silly question!" McGonagal exclaimed, "Of course you are!"
Renee slumped (if possible) lower into her chair. Sighing she glared at Professor McGonagal as she passed out the burlap bags.
The class sat at their desks, staring blankly at the objects in front of the until McGonagal cleared her throat angrily. The class immediately started to work on the burlap sacks.
Renee raised her wand and started to concentrate on the burlap bag in front of her. Sharon just stood there staring at her burlap bag. Then Renee decided to break the silence.
"Since I'm such an *angel*, I'll make something for your costume."
She took a small peice of her burlap sack and raised her wand. A small black poof appeared. Grinning smugly,
Renee turned around holding a crumpled object crushed in her hand.
"What the hell is that?" She asked, raising an eyebrow.
"Lace. For your costume," She said as she stretched out the puke green thing.
"Lace? For my costume?" Sharon shuddered, "Suddenly I don't was lace anymore, but trevito.
She tapped the thing Renee had made and it turned into a nice piece of lightly blue lace. With a smug look on her face she turned back to Renee.
"Since, I'm making things for you, here you go."
Sharon had taken Renee's burlap bag and had turned it into several yards of light blue satin.
"Why Miss Avalon, that is wonderful. I had no idea."
She held up the material and showed it to the class. The Slytherins scowled at the praise Sharon was getting from
McGonagal. Sharon beamed and when McGonagal announced t hat thirty points were awarded to Slytherin, the grumbling stopped. But not enough for the class not to be mad, so they continued to work.
As the bell rang for the class to end, Renee jumped up and grabbed her materials. She ran out of the class as quickly as she could, but didn't get far. She ran into a very solid object. She looked up and saw a Gryfyndor in front of her. It was some blonde haired Gryfndor she had only seen once or twice before in Potions. She scowled and glared at him, before continuing her journey to the Slytherin common room. Sharon ran after her, not taking notice of the blonde Gryfyndor.
Suddenly a head that looked remarkably like Harry Potter's appeared out of no where. The blonde Gryfyndor looked startled, but looked at the head.
"So, what did you find out?"
"Absolutely nothing. Slytherins are very boring people."
"You know what Noah, they are also very rude."
Nodding in consent the two boys walked down the corridor to the Great Hall.