A/N: Hey! Just lettin' ya know, The Later Years has NOT been abandoned. It will be continued, later. My nickname is Minerva if you can't tell from my reviews and the times I've "helped" Lily!
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Sunday Morning
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Professor McGonagall stormed into the Great Hall, terrifying several first years in her way. She was in a terrible mood. Today was the day that the staff and student quidditch teams will be announced, and, to make matters worse, Dumbledore had been hinting that McGonagall herself would be on the dreaded team. She couldn't possibly imagine a way to thank him enough to repay him for this 'favor'. Perhaps a nice hard kick would do.
McGonagall headed toward her seat at the head table and sat down sulkily. The students began filtering in excitedly soon after, along with more of the disgruntled faculty and the overly jovial headmaster. As soon as everyone had taken their seats, Dumbledore stood up. A sudden hush fell over the room.
"I'm sure that you have all been excitedly anticipating this day," he began, his eyes twinkling as usual, "Now, I shall give you the teams," Everyone in the room tensed. The students with excitement; the teachers with dread, "For the students, Hufflepuff's Ernie MacMillan and Christine Rizk; Ravenclaw's Anna Richards and Breckenridge Pappas; Slytherin's Ulysses Warrington and Harrison Derrick; and Gryfiindor's Harry Potter. You may choose your own positions on the team." The students let out a large cheer, "and, for the faculty, we have, judging by their school records, Madame Pompfrey, Professor Sprout, Professor Flitwick, Madame Hooch, Professor Lupin, Professor Snape, and Professor McGonagall. You, as well, may chose your own positions," The chosen teachers groaned, "The commentator will be Lee Jordan,"
Every student and teacher not chosen for the teams let out loud cheers for their respective teams. Every house seemed relatively happy with the selections. Two from each house seemed fair to them all. The student team grinned at each other and instantly began soaking up all the glory. The chosen teachers, on the other hand, either banged their heads on the staff table, or buried their faces in their hands.
Dumbledore sat down smiling. He patted a crying Professor McGonagall on the shoulder. In response, he received a hard kick under the table in response. He winced, but managed to keep his eyes twinkling. McGonagall became very annoyed, but there was nothing more that she could do.
"The game will be held this Saturday," Dumbledore said, "Breakfast may begin."
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Hey ya! This was a combined chapter, but I decided to separate them. Both are up anyway! This will have seven chapters. They're all written, but need to be typed. Expect frequent updates! Maybe chapter six might make it up tonight!
^-^ (meow!)
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Sunday Morning
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Professor McGonagall stormed into the Great Hall, terrifying several first years in her way. She was in a terrible mood. Today was the day that the staff and student quidditch teams will be announced, and, to make matters worse, Dumbledore had been hinting that McGonagall herself would be on the dreaded team. She couldn't possibly imagine a way to thank him enough to repay him for this 'favor'. Perhaps a nice hard kick would do.
McGonagall headed toward her seat at the head table and sat down sulkily. The students began filtering in excitedly soon after, along with more of the disgruntled faculty and the overly jovial headmaster. As soon as everyone had taken their seats, Dumbledore stood up. A sudden hush fell over the room.
"I'm sure that you have all been excitedly anticipating this day," he began, his eyes twinkling as usual, "Now, I shall give you the teams," Everyone in the room tensed. The students with excitement; the teachers with dread, "For the students, Hufflepuff's Ernie MacMillan and Christine Rizk; Ravenclaw's Anna Richards and Breckenridge Pappas; Slytherin's Ulysses Warrington and Harrison Derrick; and Gryfiindor's Harry Potter. You may choose your own positions on the team." The students let out a large cheer, "and, for the faculty, we have, judging by their school records, Madame Pompfrey, Professor Sprout, Professor Flitwick, Madame Hooch, Professor Lupin, Professor Snape, and Professor McGonagall. You, as well, may chose your own positions," The chosen teachers groaned, "The commentator will be Lee Jordan,"
Every student and teacher not chosen for the teams let out loud cheers for their respective teams. Every house seemed relatively happy with the selections. Two from each house seemed fair to them all. The student team grinned at each other and instantly began soaking up all the glory. The chosen teachers, on the other hand, either banged their heads on the staff table, or buried their faces in their hands.
Dumbledore sat down smiling. He patted a crying Professor McGonagall on the shoulder. In response, he received a hard kick under the table in response. He winced, but managed to keep his eyes twinkling. McGonagall became very annoyed, but there was nothing more that she could do.
"The game will be held this Saturday," Dumbledore said, "Breakfast may begin."
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Hey ya! This was a combined chapter, but I decided to separate them. Both are up anyway! This will have seven chapters. They're all written, but need to be typed. Expect frequent updates! Maybe chapter six might make it up tonight!
^-^ (meow!)