Preparing For The Contest and Prof. Powers's False Alarm
After breakfast, Harry and his friends prepared to make their way to their first class when they were stopped by the Quibbler reporter, who had a quill ready.
"Mr. Potter, Tommy Enigma from the Quibbler. Mind if I ask you a few quick questions?"
"Sure, but make it quick."
"What are your feelings about the SWFA?"
Harry thought for a moment. "Well, the vast majority of the time their work is very very good. I'm not saying I like all of it though."
"Do you plan to enter the fanfiction contest?"
Harry nodded. "I'll try my hardest."
Tommy smiled. "That often is the best thing to do. Well, I wish the best of luck to all of you."
"He's weird," Ginny said after Tommy had strode down the hall.
"So you have something in common with him," Harry joked. In the next instant, Ginny was busying herself giving a vigorous noogie to Harry. "Ouch, ouch! It was a joke! A joke!"
"Get him, Gin, get him! Make it hurt!" Ron encouraged.
"Noogies for everyone!" she cried, and she jumped on Ron and gave him an equally vigorous noogie.
"Oy…"
During lunch, Harry and Ron were trying to figure out stories to write for the competition.
"I got it!" Harry said finally. "I'll write about a bunch of creatures called Hobbits, and how they have to destroy a magic ring! Maybe it can even be made into a movie!"
Ron cleared his throat quietly.
"What?" Harry asked, annoyed.
"Um, J.R.R. Tolkien has already done that. It's called the Lord of the Rings, and it is now a movie."
"Okay, you have to tell me these things, Ron. I've been stuck in the Dursleys' house every summer and don't have a chance to see stuff, okay? All right, new plan… I got it! I'll write a story about what happens between The Empire Strikes Back and Return of the Jedi! I'll call it Shadows of the Empire!"
Ron cleared his throat again. "That, too, has also been done."
"Shit."
Meanwhile, Hermione and Ginny were also making preparations.
"So what kind of story are you going to write?" Hermione asked Ginny.
"Well, it's obvious," Ginny said. "I'm going to write a HP based sweeping love story about Harry and I." She sighed and smiled. "I just wish lemon content wasn't banned." She laughed mischievously.
"Well, I'm going to write about how Goku and Maajin-Buu (dunno if I spelled that right. ~M.J.) finally settle their differences through logic and reasoning."
"Good luck," said Ginny, rolling her eyes.
While all this was transpiring, Professor Powers was in the dungeons helping Snape clean up from the Potions class. He was joined by the Quibbler reporter, who was interviewing Draco Malfoy.
"…and I think that you should write lots of bad stuff about Harry Potter, too."
Tommy eyed him. "All you've done in this interview is talk about how much you hate Harry Potter."
"Uhh…"
"Don't worry, I'd do the same thing."
Professor Powers heard this, and looked over at Snape. "Do you find that cat to be a bit odd?"
Snape looked up. "Not at all."
"He's a bit strange… I almost feel some kind of bad energy coming from him."
"Like an Anti-Mojo?"
Powers nodded. "Good call, man." Suddenly his vision was arrested by seeing Tommy Enigma lift a test tube to his lips, filled with a bright brown liquid.
"MY MOJO!!!!" Powers cried, and he lunged at Tommy and seized the tube from his hands and gulped it down.
Tommy glared at him. "Dude… calm down, that was my iced tea!"
"Oh… sorry."
"Never mind. I must go meet Father Hulk now."
Tommy left the dungeons, an evil smile forming on his face. He drew out his wand as he approached the room where the SWFA was meeting. He reached in the door and pulled Father Hulk out.
"What is this?" Father Hulk demanded.
"Calm down, right now," Tommy said. "I've been eager to meet you, Father Hulk… we have MUCH talking to do." and he raised his wand.