Zephyr: Alright! Another chapter is at hand. Oh yes. I continue writing to no real point or purpose.
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Disclaimer: I own nothing. Let's say that together now, NOTHING. Very good class.
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"BOO!"
"AAAAHHH!!!"
Ruby Parkinson jumped about five feet in the air, before crashing back down to earth.
"GOD DAMN IT ZEPHYR!!!"
"But Ruby, there is no God." Zephyr leaned against a pillar, flanked by Fred and George.
"What's the matter Ruby? Did I scare you?"
"Aren't you late for class?" Ruby sneered. "You have Snape this period, don't you? You wouldn't want to be late to his class."
Zephyr gasped, "How do you know my schedule? STALKER!!"
"I-"
"Shhh!!!" Zephyr cut in, "Listen!"
For some odd reason, Ruby listened. A rumbling like a thousand elephants sounded at the end of the hall, and Ruby realized her fatal mistake. She had forgotten to look for Chloe.
SMACK!!! (Good Lord, the Sound Effects)
Chloe came barreling down the hallway like a mad cow, and slammed into Ruby, knocking her to the ground.
As Ruby lay there swearing, and cursing the day she'd met the four. The same four walked off to class.
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Potions class found them brewing a shrinking solution. As Zephyr carved her daisy roots, she felt the familiar shadow of Snape leaning over her shoulder.
"Shino, your daisy roots are 0.2 cm too thick."
"Alright Professor." Zephyr proceeded to shave exactly 0.2 centimeters off of her daisy roots. "Is that better?"
Snape stalked away, and Zephyr pondered why he always found something wrong with her even though she was the best, always had been the best, and probably always would be the best at potions. Probably couldn't accept the fact that a Gryffindor was best at potions.
As Snape walked away, he made the mistake of going by Chloe's cauldron.
*BANG*(look! Another of those rabid sound effects!)
Nobody knew why, but Chloe's potions, no matter what they were, had a habit of exploding when Snape walked by. Maybe it's just her Chloeness, but she has refused to tell anyone the whole truth, and will most likely take the secret to the grave.
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Zephyr sat in divinitation. The end of the lesson was nearing, and she was bored out of her mind. Trelawney was once again ranting about the horrible death of one of the students, or a member of a students family, or a beloved pet. Zephyr was quite tired of it. She had decided at once that she didn't like her divinitation teacher when Trelawney started the class by predicting the death of a close family member of Nina Tindel's. Her dislike of the so-called prophet only worsened as the class went on. At this point in time, Trelawney was roaming around the room, when she stopped dead in front of Zephyr.
"My Dear!" Trelawney exclaimed suddenly, "I see a horrible accident in your future!"
"Let me guess," Zephyr remarked "I'll probably die from it, right?"
Trelawney made to say something, but Zephyr got there first. "Don't worry. I think I can protect myself. Anyway, I see nothing horribly maiming in my future."
"Well then," said Trelawney "You obviously need to tune your inner eye."
"Actually, I think not. Neither do my parents, apparently. The only reason I'm in this class in the first place is that my father seemed to think I had a 'gift' for divinitation. Of course, it was probably just wishful thinking on his part. The man's obsessed with reading tea leaves for god's sake. And he's not very good at it either."
Trelawney looked appalled. "Two points from Gryffindor." she said. "Your classmate obviously needs to learn to accept the guidance of an older and more experienced teacher." Trelawney then walked back to the front of the classroom, robes billowing behind her.
"Of course I do." Zephyr thought to herself. "I'd love to accept the guidance of someone who predicts my horrifyingly long and painful death every five minutes."
True to her personality, Trelawney was off predicting a horrible tragedy in Courtney Small's near future.
'Does she never stop?' Zephyr thought, then resumed doodling on her hand. Thirty seconds later, the quill tip cut into her hand, leaving a bleeding red mark. 'This was the horrible accident?' Zephyr thought. 'Hm. Oh well.'
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"AAAAHHHHH!!!!" The person who had the misfortune to sit by Chloe leapt five feet in the air when pudding was dumped down their back.
"Hi Chloe." Zephyr and the Weasleys said in unison as they sat down next to their friend.
"What's up?" Chloe asked.
People had long since learned not to try and separate the four, and they pretty much sat anywhere they wanted.
Zephyr started to say something, but then faltered and said, "I forget."
"Stupid Zephyr." Fred joked. "Can't you keep a thought in your head for more than thirty seconds at a time?"
"Of course I- What were we talking about?"
"George, it's official, Zephyr is an idiot."
Suddenly, a block of ice found its way into Fred's shirt.
"AAH!"
George burst into hysterics as Fred jumped around, trying to rid himself of the cold substance.
Zephyr smiled maliciously as she wiped her hand on her pants leg.
"Are you sure YOU'RE not the evil one, Zephyr?" Fred asked as he sat down after ridding himself of the ice in his shirt.
"STAY AWAY FROM ME YOU EVIL TWIN!!" Zephyr yelled, and jumped into George's lap.
"George? GEORGE?" Chloe waved her hand in front of George's face, but apparently, he was in his happy place. (Oooh! I made a rhyme!)
Zephyr edged off of George's lap onto the other side of him, so that he was between her and Fred/The Evil Twin.
"So, how was your day?" Chloe asked, shoveling mashed potatoes into her mouth.
"Well," Zephyr began, "Prof. Trelawney predicted a horrible accident in my future, and then I cut myself with my quill tip. I think our perceptions of horrible accidents differ somewhat."
"Ah." Chloe said. "Well, I haven't had her yet, but I will be sure to give her a big dose of my Chloeness."
"Not to big though, Chloe." Fred said. "You don't want to send her to the insane asylum."
"I think she's a good candidate already." Zephyr said.
"Whelp-" Fred began, but Zephyr cut in.
"Fred, I don't think 'whelp' is a word."
"Is so."
"Is not. Well is a word, but 'whelp' is not."
"Is so."
"Is not."
"Is so."
"Is not."
"Is so."
"Is not."
"Is so."
"Is not."
"Is so."
"Is not."
"I'm Chloe, and I hereby declare that 'whelp' is a word."
And that was the end of that.
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Aha! And so ends another chapter in the saga of Fred, George, Chloe, and Zephyr.
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Disclaimer: I own nothing. Let's say that together now, NOTHING. Very good class.
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"BOO!"
"AAAAHHH!!!"
Ruby Parkinson jumped about five feet in the air, before crashing back down to earth.
"GOD DAMN IT ZEPHYR!!!"
"But Ruby, there is no God." Zephyr leaned against a pillar, flanked by Fred and George.
"What's the matter Ruby? Did I scare you?"
"Aren't you late for class?" Ruby sneered. "You have Snape this period, don't you? You wouldn't want to be late to his class."
Zephyr gasped, "How do you know my schedule? STALKER!!"
"I-"
"Shhh!!!" Zephyr cut in, "Listen!"
For some odd reason, Ruby listened. A rumbling like a thousand elephants sounded at the end of the hall, and Ruby realized her fatal mistake. She had forgotten to look for Chloe.
SMACK!!! (Good Lord, the Sound Effects)
Chloe came barreling down the hallway like a mad cow, and slammed into Ruby, knocking her to the ground.
As Ruby lay there swearing, and cursing the day she'd met the four. The same four walked off to class.
************
Potions class found them brewing a shrinking solution. As Zephyr carved her daisy roots, she felt the familiar shadow of Snape leaning over her shoulder.
"Shino, your daisy roots are 0.2 cm too thick."
"Alright Professor." Zephyr proceeded to shave exactly 0.2 centimeters off of her daisy roots. "Is that better?"
Snape stalked away, and Zephyr pondered why he always found something wrong with her even though she was the best, always had been the best, and probably always would be the best at potions. Probably couldn't accept the fact that a Gryffindor was best at potions.
As Snape walked away, he made the mistake of going by Chloe's cauldron.
*BANG*(look! Another of those rabid sound effects!)
Nobody knew why, but Chloe's potions, no matter what they were, had a habit of exploding when Snape walked by. Maybe it's just her Chloeness, but she has refused to tell anyone the whole truth, and will most likely take the secret to the grave.
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Zephyr sat in divinitation. The end of the lesson was nearing, and she was bored out of her mind. Trelawney was once again ranting about the horrible death of one of the students, or a member of a students family, or a beloved pet. Zephyr was quite tired of it. She had decided at once that she didn't like her divinitation teacher when Trelawney started the class by predicting the death of a close family member of Nina Tindel's. Her dislike of the so-called prophet only worsened as the class went on. At this point in time, Trelawney was roaming around the room, when she stopped dead in front of Zephyr.
"My Dear!" Trelawney exclaimed suddenly, "I see a horrible accident in your future!"
"Let me guess," Zephyr remarked "I'll probably die from it, right?"
Trelawney made to say something, but Zephyr got there first. "Don't worry. I think I can protect myself. Anyway, I see nothing horribly maiming in my future."
"Well then," said Trelawney "You obviously need to tune your inner eye."
"Actually, I think not. Neither do my parents, apparently. The only reason I'm in this class in the first place is that my father seemed to think I had a 'gift' for divinitation. Of course, it was probably just wishful thinking on his part. The man's obsessed with reading tea leaves for god's sake. And he's not very good at it either."
Trelawney looked appalled. "Two points from Gryffindor." she said. "Your classmate obviously needs to learn to accept the guidance of an older and more experienced teacher." Trelawney then walked back to the front of the classroom, robes billowing behind her.
"Of course I do." Zephyr thought to herself. "I'd love to accept the guidance of someone who predicts my horrifyingly long and painful death every five minutes."
True to her personality, Trelawney was off predicting a horrible tragedy in Courtney Small's near future.
'Does she never stop?' Zephyr thought, then resumed doodling on her hand. Thirty seconds later, the quill tip cut into her hand, leaving a bleeding red mark. 'This was the horrible accident?' Zephyr thought. 'Hm. Oh well.'
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"AAAAHHHHH!!!!" The person who had the misfortune to sit by Chloe leapt five feet in the air when pudding was dumped down their back.
"Hi Chloe." Zephyr and the Weasleys said in unison as they sat down next to their friend.
"What's up?" Chloe asked.
People had long since learned not to try and separate the four, and they pretty much sat anywhere they wanted.
Zephyr started to say something, but then faltered and said, "I forget."
"Stupid Zephyr." Fred joked. "Can't you keep a thought in your head for more than thirty seconds at a time?"
"Of course I- What were we talking about?"
"George, it's official, Zephyr is an idiot."
Suddenly, a block of ice found its way into Fred's shirt.
"AAH!"
George burst into hysterics as Fred jumped around, trying to rid himself of the cold substance.
Zephyr smiled maliciously as she wiped her hand on her pants leg.
"Are you sure YOU'RE not the evil one, Zephyr?" Fred asked as he sat down after ridding himself of the ice in his shirt.
"STAY AWAY FROM ME YOU EVIL TWIN!!" Zephyr yelled, and jumped into George's lap.
"George? GEORGE?" Chloe waved her hand in front of George's face, but apparently, he was in his happy place. (Oooh! I made a rhyme!)
Zephyr edged off of George's lap onto the other side of him, so that he was between her and Fred/The Evil Twin.
"So, how was your day?" Chloe asked, shoveling mashed potatoes into her mouth.
"Well," Zephyr began, "Prof. Trelawney predicted a horrible accident in my future, and then I cut myself with my quill tip. I think our perceptions of horrible accidents differ somewhat."
"Ah." Chloe said. "Well, I haven't had her yet, but I will be sure to give her a big dose of my Chloeness."
"Not to big though, Chloe." Fred said. "You don't want to send her to the insane asylum."
"I think she's a good candidate already." Zephyr said.
"Whelp-" Fred began, but Zephyr cut in.
"Fred, I don't think 'whelp' is a word."
"Is so."
"Is not. Well is a word, but 'whelp' is not."
"Is so."
"Is not."
"Is so."
"Is not."
"Is so."
"Is not."
"Is so."
"Is not."
"Is so."
"Is not."
"I'm Chloe, and I hereby declare that 'whelp' is a word."
And that was the end of that.
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Aha! And so ends another chapter in the saga of Fred, George, Chloe, and Zephyr.