Disclaimer: Haven't we been through this before?
So, we went to Honeydukes.
"I want Ice Mice!" called Ashlein. She has a thing for them.
"Sure. OH! I heard Snape was allergic to Cockroach Clusters. Wanna find out?" I grin slyly.
"Anything to get Snape. Sure!" We fill our bags to the brim again, then leave.
"Hmm. We should head to the Three Broomsticks now, I think." So we head off to The Three Broomsticks. Here's the fun part.
"Dumbledore knows we're here." I say, bluntly.
"He does?"
"Well, he knows we're skiving. He doesn't care as long as we show up once a week. He doesn't know our exact location, though."
"Dumbledore rocks!"
"I know Ashlein, I know."
"Maybe we should do some homework. How about. Transfiguration?" I ask.
"OK. Practice Switching Spells and write about them, 6 inches. Fun. We'll do the spells first, that's more 'fun,'" she says.
I got a Switching Spell on my first try, but didn't get it again after 10 or so tries. GRR! Ashlein got pink sparks.
"Why are they always pink? They should be black, right, Freak?"
"Yeah. let's forget that and do our essays. At least they don't mean complete failure. Normally, at least."
We worked on our essays for awhile, we were down to about three inches. And then.
"Uh-oh! Ashlein, it's Snape! Use Disillusionment and come hide!"
We quickly use Disillusionment, to the best of our abilities at least; we're first years! We hid in a corner and were puzzled over that fact that Snape was not in class yelling at kids, yup. He likes to do that, I've noticed.
"Hey Freak, go put a Cockroach Cluster in his tea, see if he's REALLY allergic to it!"
"OK, but if I get caught, run to the castle and send an owl to my parents to tell them I died in honor."
So I went up, slipped it into his cup, and watched impatiently. He sipped the Cluster down, unfortunately only NEARLY choking to death. Oh well. All of a sudden, he started itching and dancing uncontrollably. Hilarious, if you ask me!
"Here, I've got a camera." I start to snap pictures until.
"Oh. My. God," I say, "Did he just itch his. his. I'm scarred for life!"
Ashlein sees exactly where he's itching.
"EWW! Let's get out of here!"
We head back to the Castle for the end of a good day.
So, we went to Honeydukes.
"I want Ice Mice!" called Ashlein. She has a thing for them.
"Sure. OH! I heard Snape was allergic to Cockroach Clusters. Wanna find out?" I grin slyly.
"Anything to get Snape. Sure!" We fill our bags to the brim again, then leave.
"Hmm. We should head to the Three Broomsticks now, I think." So we head off to The Three Broomsticks. Here's the fun part.
"Dumbledore knows we're here." I say, bluntly.
"He does?"
"Well, he knows we're skiving. He doesn't care as long as we show up once a week. He doesn't know our exact location, though."
"Dumbledore rocks!"
"I know Ashlein, I know."
"Maybe we should do some homework. How about. Transfiguration?" I ask.
"OK. Practice Switching Spells and write about them, 6 inches. Fun. We'll do the spells first, that's more 'fun,'" she says.
I got a Switching Spell on my first try, but didn't get it again after 10 or so tries. GRR! Ashlein got pink sparks.
"Why are they always pink? They should be black, right, Freak?"
"Yeah. let's forget that and do our essays. At least they don't mean complete failure. Normally, at least."
We worked on our essays for awhile, we were down to about three inches. And then.
"Uh-oh! Ashlein, it's Snape! Use Disillusionment and come hide!"
We quickly use Disillusionment, to the best of our abilities at least; we're first years! We hid in a corner and were puzzled over that fact that Snape was not in class yelling at kids, yup. He likes to do that, I've noticed.
"Hey Freak, go put a Cockroach Cluster in his tea, see if he's REALLY allergic to it!"
"OK, but if I get caught, run to the castle and send an owl to my parents to tell them I died in honor."
So I went up, slipped it into his cup, and watched impatiently. He sipped the Cluster down, unfortunately only NEARLY choking to death. Oh well. All of a sudden, he started itching and dancing uncontrollably. Hilarious, if you ask me!
"Here, I've got a camera." I start to snap pictures until.
"Oh. My. God," I say, "Did he just itch his. his. I'm scarred for life!"
Ashlein sees exactly where he's itching.
"EWW! Let's get out of here!"
We head back to the Castle for the end of a good day.