Forbidden Magic
Chapter three: Drill Sergeant Screw-ups
The first thing they did was follow the leaders to their rooms. All thirty of the girls shared the same room. Hermione found that her assigned bed was the top bunk bed at the very back of the room. The person right below her was Millicent Bullstrode, a nasty Slytherin in which she had had a bit of a conflict with in her second year. Before Hermione could even get to her bed, Millicent confronted her very forcefully.
"Listen you little squirt," she had started, glaring at Hermione with her beady black eyes. "Since we have to share a bunk, let's lay out the rules right now!" she growled. Hermione recoiled slightly, wishing passionately that she were back at home with her parents. "First off," she continued. "I get these three drawers for my clothes." Hermione eyed the dresser, which they were to share. There were only four drawers total, but she thought it best not to argue with the two hundred pounds in front of her. "Second, I need to get the most sleep possible, so if I hear you snore, laugh, or talk in your sleep, I will not hesitate to smother you with your pillow. And lastly," she looked at the bunk bed they were to be sleeping in. After careful consideration, she finally seemed to make up her mind. "I get the top bunk." Hermione's eyes shot up in fear. An image of her waking up squashed from being piled under the top bunk roamed in her mind. She shook it loose.
"But.these beds were assigned to us. I-I don't think they will let us switch," she stuttered. Millicent thought hard about this. The action looked a bit painful for her.
"We'll figure out that problem if we come to it, now stop staring at me before I catch your ugliness, you filthy mudblood!"
"Looks like it's too late for you, Millicent." Hermione turned around and saw Ron standing behind her, Harry at his side. "Now, why don't you run along?" Hermione was relieved that they had shown up. She was beginning to get worried about this whole 'experience.' She looked at Harry and Ron and noticed for the first time how much they had changed. They had both gotten more muscular, which made them look more like her bodyguards than her friends. This was probably why Millicent had chosen not to start a fight with them. Maybe they could talk her into at least taking the bottom bunk. She strode over to them and walked with them to the 'initiation circle,' whatever that was.
They were one of the first to arrive on a big wooden stage, so they stood with the rest that had already finished unpacking. "Do you guys know what we're doing here?" A blond haired Ravenclaw asked them. They all shook their heads in reply and waited for the rest to arrive.
About ten minutes later, once everyone was waiting patiently on the stage, a tall, muscular man walked over and stood in front of them. "ATTEN-TION!" he called out. Only a few people, including Harry and Hermione, stood at complete attention, arms at sides and all. Everyone else was still standing around unassembled, looking bewildered at the man in front of them. Rage filled the man's face and he looked absolutely livid. "I said, 'ATTEN- TION'!" the man repeated. Nobody moved. The man's eyes bulged out and he continued to shout at them. "Listen to me, you maggots! When I say ATTENTION, you'd better stand at attention, or we're going to have some serious problems! ATTEN-TION!" Some more people caught on and joined the group that was obviously muggle born in the attention position. Everyone else just stood there, hoping that he wouldn't yell at them anymore. To many's surprise, Malfoy slowly raised his hand. The sergeant looked sternly at him, as if daring him to speak. Malfoy paid no attention and spoke anyways.
"Yeah. what are you talking about? What's the attention position?" He spoke rather calmly and confidently, obviously not afraid of a 'mere muggle.' A small spasm crossed the drill sergeant's face. He seemed to calm down quickly before replying.
"This, is attention position," he said, demonstrating it for them. "Now, ATTEN-TION!" At this, everyone on the stage repeated his stance and stood in line. "What's your name, son?" he asked, looking toward Malfoy.
"Draco Malfoy," he replied superiorly.
"Draco Malfoy, SIR!" the drill sergeant corrected. Malfoy must not have understood.
"Yes?" he replied, looking mildly confused.
"Yes, SIR!" the drill sergeant tried again.
"Excuse me?" Malfoy answered. The drill sergeant seemed to be losing his temper. He's probably never had to deal with such ignorance.
"You will reply with a sir, out of respect and dignity. You will never speak out of turn, and you will always speak when spoken to, do you got that?" he asked, now addressing the entire group.
"Yes," Malfoy started, then seeing the look of fury on the drill sergeant's face, added, "YES SIR!" the drill sergeant replaced the look of fury with satisfactory.
"I like you kid, you got a lot of guts. You're definitely team captain material." He turned to the group. "Now, I will be dividing you into teams. There are sixty of you, so you will be in groups of ten. Six groups in all. When I call your name, step out of line, walk to where I point, and say your prayers, because from now on, God is your only hope." Several students exchanged nervous glances. Hermione was horrified. What if she wasn't with Harry or Ron? This was going to be a nightmare.
Author's note: ok, guys, that's the end of the chapter. Hope you liked it. More adventures to come in the next one. I * wonder * who will be in the same group. Will the dream team get split up? Stay tuned to find out.. JK, and to all who replied: THANK YOU!
Chapter three: Drill Sergeant Screw-ups
The first thing they did was follow the leaders to their rooms. All thirty of the girls shared the same room. Hermione found that her assigned bed was the top bunk bed at the very back of the room. The person right below her was Millicent Bullstrode, a nasty Slytherin in which she had had a bit of a conflict with in her second year. Before Hermione could even get to her bed, Millicent confronted her very forcefully.
"Listen you little squirt," she had started, glaring at Hermione with her beady black eyes. "Since we have to share a bunk, let's lay out the rules right now!" she growled. Hermione recoiled slightly, wishing passionately that she were back at home with her parents. "First off," she continued. "I get these three drawers for my clothes." Hermione eyed the dresser, which they were to share. There were only four drawers total, but she thought it best not to argue with the two hundred pounds in front of her. "Second, I need to get the most sleep possible, so if I hear you snore, laugh, or talk in your sleep, I will not hesitate to smother you with your pillow. And lastly," she looked at the bunk bed they were to be sleeping in. After careful consideration, she finally seemed to make up her mind. "I get the top bunk." Hermione's eyes shot up in fear. An image of her waking up squashed from being piled under the top bunk roamed in her mind. She shook it loose.
"But.these beds were assigned to us. I-I don't think they will let us switch," she stuttered. Millicent thought hard about this. The action looked a bit painful for her.
"We'll figure out that problem if we come to it, now stop staring at me before I catch your ugliness, you filthy mudblood!"
"Looks like it's too late for you, Millicent." Hermione turned around and saw Ron standing behind her, Harry at his side. "Now, why don't you run along?" Hermione was relieved that they had shown up. She was beginning to get worried about this whole 'experience.' She looked at Harry and Ron and noticed for the first time how much they had changed. They had both gotten more muscular, which made them look more like her bodyguards than her friends. This was probably why Millicent had chosen not to start a fight with them. Maybe they could talk her into at least taking the bottom bunk. She strode over to them and walked with them to the 'initiation circle,' whatever that was.
They were one of the first to arrive on a big wooden stage, so they stood with the rest that had already finished unpacking. "Do you guys know what we're doing here?" A blond haired Ravenclaw asked them. They all shook their heads in reply and waited for the rest to arrive.
About ten minutes later, once everyone was waiting patiently on the stage, a tall, muscular man walked over and stood in front of them. "ATTEN-TION!" he called out. Only a few people, including Harry and Hermione, stood at complete attention, arms at sides and all. Everyone else was still standing around unassembled, looking bewildered at the man in front of them. Rage filled the man's face and he looked absolutely livid. "I said, 'ATTEN- TION'!" the man repeated. Nobody moved. The man's eyes bulged out and he continued to shout at them. "Listen to me, you maggots! When I say ATTENTION, you'd better stand at attention, or we're going to have some serious problems! ATTEN-TION!" Some more people caught on and joined the group that was obviously muggle born in the attention position. Everyone else just stood there, hoping that he wouldn't yell at them anymore. To many's surprise, Malfoy slowly raised his hand. The sergeant looked sternly at him, as if daring him to speak. Malfoy paid no attention and spoke anyways.
"Yeah. what are you talking about? What's the attention position?" He spoke rather calmly and confidently, obviously not afraid of a 'mere muggle.' A small spasm crossed the drill sergeant's face. He seemed to calm down quickly before replying.
"This, is attention position," he said, demonstrating it for them. "Now, ATTEN-TION!" At this, everyone on the stage repeated his stance and stood in line. "What's your name, son?" he asked, looking toward Malfoy.
"Draco Malfoy," he replied superiorly.
"Draco Malfoy, SIR!" the drill sergeant corrected. Malfoy must not have understood.
"Yes?" he replied, looking mildly confused.
"Yes, SIR!" the drill sergeant tried again.
"Excuse me?" Malfoy answered. The drill sergeant seemed to be losing his temper. He's probably never had to deal with such ignorance.
"You will reply with a sir, out of respect and dignity. You will never speak out of turn, and you will always speak when spoken to, do you got that?" he asked, now addressing the entire group.
"Yes," Malfoy started, then seeing the look of fury on the drill sergeant's face, added, "YES SIR!" the drill sergeant replaced the look of fury with satisfactory.
"I like you kid, you got a lot of guts. You're definitely team captain material." He turned to the group. "Now, I will be dividing you into teams. There are sixty of you, so you will be in groups of ten. Six groups in all. When I call your name, step out of line, walk to where I point, and say your prayers, because from now on, God is your only hope." Several students exchanged nervous glances. Hermione was horrified. What if she wasn't with Harry or Ron? This was going to be a nightmare.
Author's note: ok, guys, that's the end of the chapter. Hope you liked it. More adventures to come in the next one. I * wonder * who will be in the same group. Will the dream team get split up? Stay tuned to find out.. JK, and to all who replied: THANK YOU!
