Tragic Tales of Teenagers
Chapter Seventeen
Dancing Queen
It was a new day. Harry and Ron had declined Colin's request for an interview the other day. But Colin had helped Harry. He put a spell on Ron that made him straight again. He actually now hated all boys and girls. He just walked around alone everyday with a mean look on his face.
"It's time for Transfiguration," Allie said as she stood up from the table at the Great Hall. "I wish it was a little more exciting."
"Exciting? You're learning how to turn into a unicorn, how much more exciting can it be?" Whitley replied as she shoved some pasta in her mouth.
"I know, but we should do something else today," Allie said.
"I have an idea. We might get in trouble, but who cares?" Whitley said as she guzzled down the last of her Sierra Mist and left the table.
After getting their books from their rooms, the two of them walked up a ton of staircases to their Transfiguration class. McGonagall was sitting at her desk in cat form. She watched them take their seats and waited like a statue for the rest of the kids to come and sit down. When they all were settled, she went back to human form and began class.
"Now, today we will still be working on your transformations. Remember to be careful! The rest of you who did not pass your Animagi tests, go to the back of the room and study," McGonagall said. "I have to leave the room for about a half an hour. I hope I can trust all of you to behave yourselves. No funny business. When I get back I expect everything to be orderly."
Allie watched McGonagall leave the room and poked Whitley. "Come on! Now is our chance to have some fun!"
Whitley turned herself into a snake. She had dark red skin with a black design. Although no one but Allie knew it, Whitley was a Parselmouth. She tried to keep it a secret as best as she could.
"Come on!" Allie whined as she stomped her foot. Whitley popped back into human form. Her tongue flew out of her mouth and back in within a split second.
"What was that?" asked Allie.
"What was what?" Whitley replied.
"You're tongue! It did that thing again!" Allie exclaimed.
"Oh, bad habit. I hate when that happens. I get used to doing it as a snake, ya know?" Whitley said. "Now, about this fun you are talking about." Whitley pulled her wand out and swirled it around. She mumbled something and Allie appeared on a small stage. She had on a white button- up shirt with a thin black tie and jeans. She smiled and knew what was going on. The song 'Complicated' started playing. Allie started singing. Her arms and legs were moving for her in some cool dance moves.
Halfway through the song, McGonagall came in. She stood in the door way with wide eyes.
"What is the meaning of this?" McGonagall said as she snapped her fingers. Allie appeared back in her chair in her school robes. "Good job, you just got yourself detention!"
"But Professor, it was really all my fault." Whitley began.
"Well then you can join Allie in detention! Now, back to work everyone!" McGonagall said. A duck flew by making odd noises. "Oh for goodness sakes, can't you ever remember how to change back, Neville?"
That night at dinner, Allie and Whitley got letters describing their detentions. They both were the same.
Allie,
Your detention will be held at midnight in the Hogwarts kitchens. Ask a Head Boy for help in finding the way. You will be staying there until five in the morning.
Professor McGonagall
"Oh great! Midnight to five! In the kitchens!" Allie said.
Midnight came way too soon that day.
"We need to find a Head Boy or something," Allie said to Whitley as they walked down a dark corridor.
"I know the way to the kitchens," Whitley said as she led Allie down a few staircases and into a room with a portrait of some fruit. She tickled the pear and the portrait flew open.
"What are you two doing here?" asked George as Whitley and Allie stepped in.
"Detention," Allie said as she watched Fred shove some cakes down his throat. All of the sudden, a ton of house elves swarmed around them.
"You are back! Who is your friend?" asked Dobby.
"This is Allie," Whitley said as she pushed Allie towards him.
"Hi Dobby," Allie said. She was slightly disgusted by the elves. "We are here to um.help."
"They have come to help!" the house elves cheered.
Fred and George flopped down on a sofa.
"You can start helping by making us some more cakes and stuff," George said.
"And tea," Fred replied. Allie saw that Fred had Alicia in his arms and was rocking her. Allie went over to a stove and poured some water in a kettle and turned up the heat. Whitley tossed a few things in a bowl and they started stirring themselves magically. Then they put themselves on a pan and flew into the oven.
Whitley plopped down on the sofa by George and drank some water. All of the sudden, a turd flew out of nowhere and landed in her cup.
"What the." Whitley said.
"Sorry! I need to work on my landings!" said the turd. Whitley looked closely at it. It had a face! Brown eyes and a small mouth were attached to one end of the turd. A little party hat was on its head. "My name is Dink!"
"Well Dink, you stink!" Fred said. A small bit of steam rose from the back of Dink.
"Sorry, I farted," Dink said. He pushed himself hard against the glass and it tipped over. He spilled out of it and stood up. He hopped to the edge of the table and left little smudge marks on the table.
"What the heck is that?" Allie exclaimed as she walked over with a tea pot.
"It's shit," Fred said.
"He means that in the literal sense too," George added. Allie grimaced. Dobby walked over and handed Allie a note.
Allie,
I theenk u r koot.
Luv, Dobby
Allie's eyes widened. Dobby was smiling at her from behind a tray of food.
"For my Queen!" Dobby said as he shoved the tray of food towards her.
"Finally! Some food!" Dink said as he somersaulted from the table onto the tray. Allie screamed.
The turd started doing backstrokes in a bowl of chicken noodle soup.
"That's just not right!" Whitley said as she walked away.
"Wow, look at the time!" Allie said as she grabbed Whitley and raced out of the portrait.
"It's only 12:30," Whitley said.
"I know, but I mean.ewe!" Allie replied.
"I see you girls didn't last but a half an hour in there. I don't blame you, house elves give me the creeps too. I guess we'll just skip the rest of your detention," McGonagall said. She was standing in the doorway of the room they were in.
It was a new day. Harry and Ron had declined Colin's request for an interview the other day. But Colin had helped Harry. He put a spell on Ron that made him straight again. He actually now hated all boys and girls. He just walked around alone everyday with a mean look on his face.
"It's time for Transfiguration," Allie said as she stood up from the table at the Great Hall. "I wish it was a little more exciting."
"Exciting? You're learning how to turn into a unicorn, how much more exciting can it be?" Whitley replied as she shoved some pasta in her mouth.
"I know, but we should do something else today," Allie said.
"I have an idea. We might get in trouble, but who cares?" Whitley said as she guzzled down the last of her Sierra Mist and left the table.
After getting their books from their rooms, the two of them walked up a ton of staircases to their Transfiguration class. McGonagall was sitting at her desk in cat form. She watched them take their seats and waited like a statue for the rest of the kids to come and sit down. When they all were settled, she went back to human form and began class.
"Now, today we will still be working on your transformations. Remember to be careful! The rest of you who did not pass your Animagi tests, go to the back of the room and study," McGonagall said. "I have to leave the room for about a half an hour. I hope I can trust all of you to behave yourselves. No funny business. When I get back I expect everything to be orderly."
Allie watched McGonagall leave the room and poked Whitley. "Come on! Now is our chance to have some fun!"
Whitley turned herself into a snake. She had dark red skin with a black design. Although no one but Allie knew it, Whitley was a Parselmouth. She tried to keep it a secret as best as she could.
"Come on!" Allie whined as she stomped her foot. Whitley popped back into human form. Her tongue flew out of her mouth and back in within a split second.
"What was that?" asked Allie.
"What was what?" Whitley replied.
"You're tongue! It did that thing again!" Allie exclaimed.
"Oh, bad habit. I hate when that happens. I get used to doing it as a snake, ya know?" Whitley said. "Now, about this fun you are talking about." Whitley pulled her wand out and swirled it around. She mumbled something and Allie appeared on a small stage. She had on a white button- up shirt with a thin black tie and jeans. She smiled and knew what was going on. The song 'Complicated' started playing. Allie started singing. Her arms and legs were moving for her in some cool dance moves.
Halfway through the song, McGonagall came in. She stood in the door way with wide eyes.
"What is the meaning of this?" McGonagall said as she snapped her fingers. Allie appeared back in her chair in her school robes. "Good job, you just got yourself detention!"
"But Professor, it was really all my fault." Whitley began.
"Well then you can join Allie in detention! Now, back to work everyone!" McGonagall said. A duck flew by making odd noises. "Oh for goodness sakes, can't you ever remember how to change back, Neville?"
That night at dinner, Allie and Whitley got letters describing their detentions. They both were the same.
Allie,
Your detention will be held at midnight in the Hogwarts kitchens. Ask a Head Boy for help in finding the way. You will be staying there until five in the morning.
Professor McGonagall
"Oh great! Midnight to five! In the kitchens!" Allie said.
Midnight came way too soon that day.
"We need to find a Head Boy or something," Allie said to Whitley as they walked down a dark corridor.
"I know the way to the kitchens," Whitley said as she led Allie down a few staircases and into a room with a portrait of some fruit. She tickled the pear and the portrait flew open.
"What are you two doing here?" asked George as Whitley and Allie stepped in.
"Detention," Allie said as she watched Fred shove some cakes down his throat. All of the sudden, a ton of house elves swarmed around them.
"You are back! Who is your friend?" asked Dobby.
"This is Allie," Whitley said as she pushed Allie towards him.
"Hi Dobby," Allie said. She was slightly disgusted by the elves. "We are here to um.help."
"They have come to help!" the house elves cheered.
Fred and George flopped down on a sofa.
"You can start helping by making us some more cakes and stuff," George said.
"And tea," Fred replied. Allie saw that Fred had Alicia in his arms and was rocking her. Allie went over to a stove and poured some water in a kettle and turned up the heat. Whitley tossed a few things in a bowl and they started stirring themselves magically. Then they put themselves on a pan and flew into the oven.
Whitley plopped down on the sofa by George and drank some water. All of the sudden, a turd flew out of nowhere and landed in her cup.
"What the." Whitley said.
"Sorry! I need to work on my landings!" said the turd. Whitley looked closely at it. It had a face! Brown eyes and a small mouth were attached to one end of the turd. A little party hat was on its head. "My name is Dink!"
"Well Dink, you stink!" Fred said. A small bit of steam rose from the back of Dink.
"Sorry, I farted," Dink said. He pushed himself hard against the glass and it tipped over. He spilled out of it and stood up. He hopped to the edge of the table and left little smudge marks on the table.
"What the heck is that?" Allie exclaimed as she walked over with a tea pot.
"It's shit," Fred said.
"He means that in the literal sense too," George added. Allie grimaced. Dobby walked over and handed Allie a note.
Allie,
I theenk u r koot.
Luv, Dobby
Allie's eyes widened. Dobby was smiling at her from behind a tray of food.
"For my Queen!" Dobby said as he shoved the tray of food towards her.
"Finally! Some food!" Dink said as he somersaulted from the table onto the tray. Allie screamed.
The turd started doing backstrokes in a bowl of chicken noodle soup.
"That's just not right!" Whitley said as she walked away.
"Wow, look at the time!" Allie said as she grabbed Whitley and raced out of the portrait.
"It's only 12:30," Whitley said.
"I know, but I mean.ewe!" Allie replied.
"I see you girls didn't last but a half an hour in there. I don't blame you, house elves give me the creeps too. I guess we'll just skip the rest of your detention," McGonagall said. She was standing in the doorway of the room they were in.