Chapter 9- More Strange Happenings...

The end of Ron's wand began to fizzle, and Ron frowned. "What the-"

Suddenly a shower of petunias burst forth and scattered all over the classroom. There were indignant cries as petals landed in drained teacups, obscuring the dregs that remained.

"Ron Weasley!" Professor Trelawney angrily stormed up, her cloak whipped around her. Flowers rested prettily in her hair and on her shoulders.

"I didn't do it!" Ron said without thinking, then cursed himself as Trelawney narrowed her eyes. Harry looked away so Ron wouldn't see him laughing.

"Mr. Weasley," she began sternly, "lying to a professor is only helpful if you want detention. Especially lying to a Divination professor, who already knew it was going to happen before it did."

Then why didn't you stop me? Ron retorted in his head.

"Mr. Weasley, hand me your wand." Wordlessly, Ron handed it over, wondering vaguely if she was going to hit him on the head with it. But Professor Trelawney merely examined it closely with half-lidded eyes then gave it back. "You are feeling rather happy Mr. Weasley," she stated coldly, and Ron tried not to laugh. "In fact, you are feeling quite euphoric."

"Well I have been singing a lot recently." The words slipped out of Ron's mouth and the boys in the classroom sniggered. Professor Trelawney looked unamused.

"I said 'euphoric' not 'euphonic' Mr. Weasley. When a wand owner is exceptionally overjoyed," she continued dully, "their happiness may sometimes leak out through their wands and conjure strange charms…" She picked a petal off her shoulder and flicked it away disapprovingly. "Such as producing cheap flowers. The question is, Mr. Weasley, is there a specific reason why you are so happy?"

The class turned to Ron expectantly, and the redhead found himself blushing. "Uh…" he said hesitantly, "I, um…ate a good breakfast?"

The Griffindors broke into laughter as Trelawney continued to frown. "Well get over your morning meal," she snapped. "This is school time now, and I don't want you being happy anymore during my lesson!" As she strode off, Harry whispered to his best friend, "That's not a very hard objective to fulfil."

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Gregory sat at his desk, watching Professor Kaos cast his Patronus perfectly again and again. Kaos was a strict teacher, and expected all students to be able to cast their Patronus correctly by the end of the week. Greg looked across at Vincent, who was chewing unthinkingly on his quill. There was a time Greg used to do that, but his incessant gnawing meant he continually ruined his quills. Draco helped him get over his habit by giving him Raspberry Aortas to nibble on during class. When he'd handed over the box of heart-shaped candy, Greg almost thought he saw him blush, but he dismissed it as the effect of the heatwave.

Greg turned to look at Draco, who was twirling his wand with his fingers, a bored expression on his face. Something looked out of place, but Greg couldn't quite put his finger on it.

"What is it Goyle?" Draco muttered out of the corner of his mouth, his eyes still trained on Professor Kaos.

"Nothing," Greg said quickly, looking down at his desk. 'MB luvs BZ' was etched into the wood, and he wondered if it was Blaise Zabini that MB 'luvs'.

"Spit it out."

"Well, um…" Greg decided what he'd ask. "Do you think Yentl Poisen is pretty?"

Draco twisted his head around to see her, Pansy and Millicent sitting in the back row. "Why?" he asked.

"Just…wondering. Do you?" He touched the letters engraved in the desk, tracing them with his index finger.

"Well…yeah, she's okay looking I suppose. Pansy's better. What, you like Poisen?" Greg looked up to see Draco smirking knowingly at him. He shrugged.

"I think she liked me," he said quietly.

"Liked?" Draco sighed, glancing at an occupied Kaos before turning back to his friend. "Alright Goyle, what happened? What did you do? You didn't say something stupid in front of her, did you?"

"Naw." Scratching his ear, he stared down at his desk again. Then he asked quietly, "Do you think Adrian Pucey is pretty?"

Draco almost choked on his saliva. "What??" he hissed, gawking at Greg. "Did you just ask me if I think Adrian Pucey is…is pretty?"

"Mr. Malfoy," a voice drawled from the front of the classroom. Draco snapped his head up and managed to look unruffled. "Could you please drag your focus away from Mr. Goyle and pay attention?" Professor Kaos said loudly. "This could save your life one day." Draco snorted quietly, and Professor Kaos gave him one last glare before turning back to the rest of the class.

"Slytherins," he announced, "you will now all pair up and practice casting your Patronus. I know there will be one girl unpaired, so Ms. Parkinson, you will be with me." Pansy growled softly as she stomped to the front of the room.

Draco could see Blaise trying to catch his eye, but he quickly turned to Greg and said gruffly, "Come on. Let's pair up." Greg nodded and they went to a corner of the large dungeon.

Coming up...Chapter 10- LOST: Wand

***A/N: Thanks for the ppl reviewing! To Elodie: Whoops! Well, thanks for telling me! I can't bother going back and fixing it...what IS that thing called? I can't recall it at the moment.

Also, GinnyLyddieMalfoy, I'll keep that in mind! Thanks for telling me! But anyway, in the Australian versions, it's spelt Griffindor, not Gryffindor...

i feel special!...