Zephyr: *singing* chapter, chapter, chapter, chapter, chapter, chapter, chapter!
Sulfer: What are you doing, Zephyr?
Zephyr: Another sampling of my chaos is here!
Sulfer: Wonderful
Disclaimer: I have said it before, I'll say it again, I DON'T OWN THEM! Are we clear on that point? Good.
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Fred, George, Zephyr, and Chloe entered the Great Hall. Fred, George, and Zephyr sat down by Percy at the Gryffindor table.
"Perfect, Prefect, Perfect, Prefect!"
"Go away Chloe."
Chloe sat down next to Zephyr.
"What are you doing?" Zephyr asked.
"Sitting down."
"Chloe," Zephyr sighed "Every year we go over this. You have to sit with the Ravenclaws!"
"But I want to sit with you!" Chloe whined.
"Well you cant." Zephyr insisted. "You can sit with us at breakfast tomorrow."
Chloe crossed her arms, glared at Zephyr, and refused to move.
"Are we lost, Ms. Porter?"
Snape was standing behind them, looking down at the misplaced Ravenclaw girl.
"Weell," Chloe said to the potions master, " I don't know about YOU, but I know exactly where I am. I wouldn't expect a teacher like yourself to get lost."
"GO SIT WITH YOUR HOUSE, NOW!!" Snape raged. You might be thinking that this seems rather short tempered of Snape, but please understand that after three years of dealing with Chloe, he had a very short temper with her.
"YOU CANT COMMAND ME!" Chloe yelled, "YOU'RE NOT MY FATHER!! I don't even listen to my own parents!! WHAT MAKES YOU THINK I'M GOING TO LISTEN TO YOU?! WHAT MAKES YOU SO SPECIAL!!"
Snape was beginning to turn purple.
"Chloe," Zephyr said firmly, " I think you should go sit with the Ravenclaws." She really didn't want her friend to have detention for the fist month of school.
Getting Zephyr's meaning, Chloe replied brightly, " Okay!" Smiling brightly as if nothing had happened, she removed herself from the Gryffindor table, and skipped merrily over to the Ravenclaw table. On her way, she passed a very darkly colored Snape, who was shaking as if he were about to spontaneously combust.
After Chloe was safely seated at the Ravenclaw table, Snape stormed back to the Head table to sit with the other teachers.
"You'd think she'd have realized by now that she HAS to sit with her house at the beginning of the year feast." said Fred / the Evil Twin.
"I know." said Zephyr, " But I guess that's just Chloe.
The doors to the great hall opened and in came the first years. They were led by professor McGonnagall.
The Sorting of the New students commenced.
After a while, a platinum blond haired boy called up as 'Malfoy, Draco!' sat upon the stool. Malfoy, Draco's sorting was the fastest they'd ever seen. He hat had barely even touched the top of his head when it screamed out "SLYHTERIN!"
A few more first years were sorted, and then they heard "Potter, Harry." A very loud murmur ran through the crowd of assembled students. 'Harry Potter?' 'Here at Hogwarts?' 'A miracle!'
Harry sat nervously upon the stool, and the hat was placed on his head. It slipped down a bit, covering his eyes, blocking his face from view.
The hat swayed in concentration, trying to place the boy. Zephyr hoped that they would not be seeing a repeat of Chloe's sorting when the hat had actually began to give off sparks because it could not place her twisted mind.
Finally, the hat opened it's mouth and said, "GRYFFINDOR!"
Zephyr stood up and cheered, mostly directed at Ruby and Renee at the Slytherin table, and also at Chloe, at the Ravenclaw table. After Harry had joined the Gryffindor table, she had to be pulled down violently by Fred and George, because she would not stop screaming at Chloe.
A few more new students down the line, and Ron sat down on the stool to have the sorting hat placed on his head. Fred and George crossed their fingers, as the sorting hat placed their brother.
"GRYFFINDOR!"
Much cheering, and many slaps on the back from his brothers and Zephyr, and a particularly hard one from Chloe as he passed the Ravenclaws, were what awaited Ron as he left the podium if i may call it that , which I probably can't, but oh well.
After the sorting, Professor Dumbledore stood up to say a few words to the students.
"Welcome!" he said. "Welcome to a new year at Hogwarts! Before we begin, I would like to say a few words. And here they are: Nitwit! Blubber! Oddment! Tweak!" Zephyr noticed Harry looking blankly at the headmaster. "Thank you!" Dunbledore sat down, and everybody clapped and cheered.
"Is he- a bit mad?" Harry asked, looking rather confused.
"Mad?" Fred asked.
"He's a genius!" Zephyr commented.
"But he is a bit mad, yes." said Percy. " Potatoes, Harry?" Harry looked amazed as he saw the food now on the plates in front of him.
Zephyr was helping herself to lamb chops. She seemed to look like her very being was being torn apart as she resisted the urge to hurl the meat at the Slytherin table. Looking over towards the Ravenclaw table, Harry saw her odd friend Chloe, actually being restrained from throwing food by a person on either side of her. Every year, the Ravenclaws dreaded sitting next to Chloe, because it meant they would be expected to try and control her. Which is IMPOSSIBLE!
Harry and Ron were busy conversing with Nearly Headless Nick, so Zephyr turned her attention to Fred and George.
"So," she said, as she carved her lamb chops into tiny pieces, hoping to reduce the risk of her losing control and throwing food at people. "What do we do first?"
As they conversed about various pranks, the feast commenced. As they were discussing the possibilities of securing the Quidditch Cup that year, they were suddenly aware of a projectile hurling towards them. It turned out to be a rather slimy chunk of Teriyaki Chicken. It landed right in the middle of Zephyr's plate, splattering mashed potatoes into her face.
On automatic, they looked over to the Ravenclaw table, at Chloe. She was laughing maniacally as the persons on either side of her wrestled her back into her seat.
Zephyr sighed and removed the rouge piece of chicken from her plate. She then proceeded to wipe her hands on Fred's robe.
"Hey!" Fred exclaimed, "Do I look like a napkin to you?!"
Zephyr looked at him blankly. "Yes." she said
Fred blinked.
"You heard her." George said. "You look like a napkin to her. Poor Zephyr." he patted her on the back. "She must be delusional. Lack of food." he took a spoonful of mashed potatoes and shoved them into her mouth. "There you go." He smiled wickedly, and Zephyr glared menacingly as she attempted to poke him with the spoon handle jutting out of her mouth.
This went on for a while until Dumbledore stood up to make another announcement.
"Ahem- just a few more words now that we are all fed and watered. I have a few start-of-term notices to give you. First years should note that the forest on the grounds is forbidden to all pupils. And a few of our older students would do well to remember that as well." His eyes drifted in the direction of Fred, George, and Zephyr, and then over to Chloe, who was still being restrained by her house mates.
"I have also been asked by Mr. Filch, the caretaker, to remind you all that no magic should be used between classes in the Corridors."
Zephyr put on a pouty face, seeming very disappointed at this news. Even though she knew the rules perfectly well. She had to if she was to break them.
"Quidditch trials will be held in the second week of the term. Anyone interested in playing for their house teams should contact Madam Hooch. And finally, I must tell you that this year, the third-floor corridor on the right-hand side is out of bounds to everyone who does not wish to die a very painful death."
They were surprised to hear Harry laugh.
"He's not serious, is he?" he asked Percy.
"Must be," Percy said, frowning at Dumbledore. "It's odd, because he usually gives us a reason why we're not allowed to go somewhere."
Dumbledore spoke again. "And now, before we go to bed, let us sing the school song!"
He gave his wand a little flick, as if he were trying to get a fly off the end. A long gold ribbon flew out of the tip, and twisted itself into words.
"Everyone pick their favorite tune!" Dumbledore said cheerfully. "And off we go!"
The school bellowed the song together. Everyone finished at different times, due to their singing to different tunes. The last ones to finish were the Weasley twins, who sang to a very slow funeral march. Zephyr, who had been one of the first to finish the song to a fast and hyper tune, tapped her foot impatiently.
The great hall erupted into applause, and Fred and George bowed comically, until they were jerked beck into their seats by Zephyr.
"Ah, music," said Dumbledore, wiping his eyes, " A magic beyond all we do here! And now, bedtime. Off you trot!"
And off they did trot. Like three horses.
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Sulfer: What are you doing, Zephyr?
Zephyr: Another sampling of my chaos is here!
Sulfer: Wonderful
Disclaimer: I have said it before, I'll say it again, I DON'T OWN THEM! Are we clear on that point? Good.
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Fred, George, Zephyr, and Chloe entered the Great Hall. Fred, George, and Zephyr sat down by Percy at the Gryffindor table.
"Perfect, Prefect, Perfect, Prefect!"
"Go away Chloe."
Chloe sat down next to Zephyr.
"What are you doing?" Zephyr asked.
"Sitting down."
"Chloe," Zephyr sighed "Every year we go over this. You have to sit with the Ravenclaws!"
"But I want to sit with you!" Chloe whined.
"Well you cant." Zephyr insisted. "You can sit with us at breakfast tomorrow."
Chloe crossed her arms, glared at Zephyr, and refused to move.
"Are we lost, Ms. Porter?"
Snape was standing behind them, looking down at the misplaced Ravenclaw girl.
"Weell," Chloe said to the potions master, " I don't know about YOU, but I know exactly where I am. I wouldn't expect a teacher like yourself to get lost."
"GO SIT WITH YOUR HOUSE, NOW!!" Snape raged. You might be thinking that this seems rather short tempered of Snape, but please understand that after three years of dealing with Chloe, he had a very short temper with her.
"YOU CANT COMMAND ME!" Chloe yelled, "YOU'RE NOT MY FATHER!! I don't even listen to my own parents!! WHAT MAKES YOU THINK I'M GOING TO LISTEN TO YOU?! WHAT MAKES YOU SO SPECIAL!!"
Snape was beginning to turn purple.
"Chloe," Zephyr said firmly, " I think you should go sit with the Ravenclaws." She really didn't want her friend to have detention for the fist month of school.
Getting Zephyr's meaning, Chloe replied brightly, " Okay!" Smiling brightly as if nothing had happened, she removed herself from the Gryffindor table, and skipped merrily over to the Ravenclaw table. On her way, she passed a very darkly colored Snape, who was shaking as if he were about to spontaneously combust.
After Chloe was safely seated at the Ravenclaw table, Snape stormed back to the Head table to sit with the other teachers.
"You'd think she'd have realized by now that she HAS to sit with her house at the beginning of the year feast." said Fred / the Evil Twin.
"I know." said Zephyr, " But I guess that's just Chloe.
The doors to the great hall opened and in came the first years. They were led by professor McGonnagall.
The Sorting of the New students commenced.
After a while, a platinum blond haired boy called up as 'Malfoy, Draco!' sat upon the stool. Malfoy, Draco's sorting was the fastest they'd ever seen. He hat had barely even touched the top of his head when it screamed out "SLYHTERIN!"
A few more first years were sorted, and then they heard "Potter, Harry." A very loud murmur ran through the crowd of assembled students. 'Harry Potter?' 'Here at Hogwarts?' 'A miracle!'
Harry sat nervously upon the stool, and the hat was placed on his head. It slipped down a bit, covering his eyes, blocking his face from view.
The hat swayed in concentration, trying to place the boy. Zephyr hoped that they would not be seeing a repeat of Chloe's sorting when the hat had actually began to give off sparks because it could not place her twisted mind.
Finally, the hat opened it's mouth and said, "GRYFFINDOR!"
Zephyr stood up and cheered, mostly directed at Ruby and Renee at the Slytherin table, and also at Chloe, at the Ravenclaw table. After Harry had joined the Gryffindor table, she had to be pulled down violently by Fred and George, because she would not stop screaming at Chloe.
A few more new students down the line, and Ron sat down on the stool to have the sorting hat placed on his head. Fred and George crossed their fingers, as the sorting hat placed their brother.
"GRYFFINDOR!"
Much cheering, and many slaps on the back from his brothers and Zephyr, and a particularly hard one from Chloe as he passed the Ravenclaws, were what awaited Ron as he left the podium if i may call it that , which I probably can't, but oh well.
After the sorting, Professor Dumbledore stood up to say a few words to the students.
"Welcome!" he said. "Welcome to a new year at Hogwarts! Before we begin, I would like to say a few words. And here they are: Nitwit! Blubber! Oddment! Tweak!" Zephyr noticed Harry looking blankly at the headmaster. "Thank you!" Dunbledore sat down, and everybody clapped and cheered.
"Is he- a bit mad?" Harry asked, looking rather confused.
"Mad?" Fred asked.
"He's a genius!" Zephyr commented.
"But he is a bit mad, yes." said Percy. " Potatoes, Harry?" Harry looked amazed as he saw the food now on the plates in front of him.
Zephyr was helping herself to lamb chops. She seemed to look like her very being was being torn apart as she resisted the urge to hurl the meat at the Slytherin table. Looking over towards the Ravenclaw table, Harry saw her odd friend Chloe, actually being restrained from throwing food by a person on either side of her. Every year, the Ravenclaws dreaded sitting next to Chloe, because it meant they would be expected to try and control her. Which is IMPOSSIBLE!
Harry and Ron were busy conversing with Nearly Headless Nick, so Zephyr turned her attention to Fred and George.
"So," she said, as she carved her lamb chops into tiny pieces, hoping to reduce the risk of her losing control and throwing food at people. "What do we do first?"
As they conversed about various pranks, the feast commenced. As they were discussing the possibilities of securing the Quidditch Cup that year, they were suddenly aware of a projectile hurling towards them. It turned out to be a rather slimy chunk of Teriyaki Chicken. It landed right in the middle of Zephyr's plate, splattering mashed potatoes into her face.
On automatic, they looked over to the Ravenclaw table, at Chloe. She was laughing maniacally as the persons on either side of her wrestled her back into her seat.
Zephyr sighed and removed the rouge piece of chicken from her plate. She then proceeded to wipe her hands on Fred's robe.
"Hey!" Fred exclaimed, "Do I look like a napkin to you?!"
Zephyr looked at him blankly. "Yes." she said
Fred blinked.
"You heard her." George said. "You look like a napkin to her. Poor Zephyr." he patted her on the back. "She must be delusional. Lack of food." he took a spoonful of mashed potatoes and shoved them into her mouth. "There you go." He smiled wickedly, and Zephyr glared menacingly as she attempted to poke him with the spoon handle jutting out of her mouth.
This went on for a while until Dumbledore stood up to make another announcement.
"Ahem- just a few more words now that we are all fed and watered. I have a few start-of-term notices to give you. First years should note that the forest on the grounds is forbidden to all pupils. And a few of our older students would do well to remember that as well." His eyes drifted in the direction of Fred, George, and Zephyr, and then over to Chloe, who was still being restrained by her house mates.
"I have also been asked by Mr. Filch, the caretaker, to remind you all that no magic should be used between classes in the Corridors."
Zephyr put on a pouty face, seeming very disappointed at this news. Even though she knew the rules perfectly well. She had to if she was to break them.
"Quidditch trials will be held in the second week of the term. Anyone interested in playing for their house teams should contact Madam Hooch. And finally, I must tell you that this year, the third-floor corridor on the right-hand side is out of bounds to everyone who does not wish to die a very painful death."
They were surprised to hear Harry laugh.
"He's not serious, is he?" he asked Percy.
"Must be," Percy said, frowning at Dumbledore. "It's odd, because he usually gives us a reason why we're not allowed to go somewhere."
Dumbledore spoke again. "And now, before we go to bed, let us sing the school song!"
He gave his wand a little flick, as if he were trying to get a fly off the end. A long gold ribbon flew out of the tip, and twisted itself into words.
"Everyone pick their favorite tune!" Dumbledore said cheerfully. "And off we go!"
The school bellowed the song together. Everyone finished at different times, due to their singing to different tunes. The last ones to finish were the Weasley twins, who sang to a very slow funeral march. Zephyr, who had been one of the first to finish the song to a fast and hyper tune, tapped her foot impatiently.
The great hall erupted into applause, and Fred and George bowed comically, until they were jerked beck into their seats by Zephyr.
"Ah, music," said Dumbledore, wiping his eyes, " A magic beyond all we do here! And now, bedtime. Off you trot!"
And off they did trot. Like three horses.
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